CREEMEDIA
The Dauph generally does his supermarket shopping in the dead of night. Sure, there’s only one checkout counter open, the clerk has a bone through his nose and the line of stupefied customers stretches all the way to the dumpster out back, but it’s the perfect time to peruse the tabloids and find out what the real world is up to.
CREEMEDIA
YEE-HAH!
TRUE STORIES
(Warner Bros.)
Edouard Dauphin
by
The Dauph generally does his supermarket shopping in the dead of night. Sure, there’s only one checkout counter open, the clerk has a bone through his nose and the line of stupefied customers stretches all the way to the dumpster out back, but it’s the perfect time to peruse the tabloids and find out what the real world is up to. So there I was the other 4 a.m., at the Grawdi Union on Bleecker Street, greedily paging through The Enquirer, $he Examiner, etc. and, as usual, savoring those headlines' f Eating Stones Can Improve Your Love Life,” “Sneaky Iranians Send Fake Cripples To Wheelchair Olympics,” “Talking Head Found In Texas.”
That last one caught The Dauph’s bloodshot eye and! sure enough, the headline didn’t lie. David Byrne was in Texas, making a movie calk ed True Stones. What’s more, he had gotten the idea for the film—his directorial debuts from reading the very rags The . Dauph was paging through. Talk about art imitating life. Next they’ll be saying truth isn’t stranger than fiction.