A few weeks back, BBC America ran a documentary from 1975 called 'Cracked Actor'. My nice little TiVo unit grabbed it for me. (Yes, glamtasm, I didn't delete it, and could slap it on a VHS for you if you wish).
I hadn't seen this thing in 10 years. I had never seen it sober. The several times I saw it, I was generally high out of my mind on cocaine, and on a 2-3 day bender.
Good fucking GOD David was skinny. I'm honestly fucking stunned he made it through the 70's. I really am. Sort of 'not for lack of TRYING', really. Good christ. Man sniffed more on-camera in 47 minutes of film than I sniffed all day. He weighed about 120 pounds, tops.
Good fucking GOD he was high as a kite. The gibber quotient was amazing. What's the gibber quotient? Do a lot of some stimulant. A LOT of that stimulant. Then do more. Then do MORE. Do enough that the whole world sounds like it's going 'eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee'
It's not a very good movie. But I can finally understand where a bunch of really weird body image crap that plagued me through my teens came from... and why I honestly never even noticed that a 28" waist on a 6'2" human being is madly unhealthy.
And some of the little clips of sound out of the nineteen-eighty-floor show were just... delightful.