About ten years ago, I was working as the projectionist at a film festival where Bob Rafelson was being honored with a lifetime achievement award. Rafelson, who was in his 70s, arrived for the closing evening an hour late, and climbed out of his limousine utterly blotto. At the time I wore a stud belt with a cartoony ray gun belt buckle (trust me, I know).As I went to shake his hand he said "You got a fish belt!" I looked down and saw that my festival lanyard was hanging over the gun's grip and handle. I moved it out of the way. "Oh, it's a fish gun" he said. That's the only conversation I've ever had with a famous director.














