Saturday, Jan 26th, 1980 —
I just awoke at the cabin, along with Bruce, Sam, Rob and Goody, and could barely move on account of a headache developed from mental abuse, beer, pot and sleeping on the floor. I took some aspirin (the staple of my diet over the past two weeks) and some vitamin C, drank some tea and improved somewhat — now I only feel awful.
In the very near future, probably less than ten hours, we shall be headed back home.
This may have been the most difficult and the most rewarding experience of my life. I began this shoot bitter, unhappy and a P.A. I end it fairly happy, exhausted, in mental and physical pain and lighting and sound man.
I’ve been thinking endlessly about “Bloodbath.” It’s such a natural, yet warped idea — six marines take on the Manson family — that possibly a totally American, John Wayne treatment might be perfect.
Tuesday, Jan. 29th, 1980 —
Back in Detroit.