July 13, 1992
[In NY] Lunch with David at the Olive Tree. He thinks I should go to San Francisco and make computer games. “Who cares about movies?” he said.
Broderbund sent me a new 486.
Spoke to Brian. P.D. has been completely reorganized. Harry Wilker’s in charge of the whole thing now and reports directly to Ed Auer. Yikes. These are dangerous times we live in.
Getting this visa has been an odyssey. Pepe Horta says it’s all set, but I called the Cuban Interests Section in Washington and they don’t have it. I’ve been trying to send a fax to ICAIC, but the circuits are always busy. I made a plane reservation anyway for Wednesday the 22nd, on the 8:30 am charter from Miami.
I want to make a 7-10 minute film, with little or no dialogue, that paints a portrait of Havana in this poignant moment of transition. A way of life that most Americans have never seen and never understood is about to disappear, or at least undergo some sort of drastic change, and I want to get it on film.
