Surely it's more than just this common disinterest in the past - there are enough younger cinephiles and film students around these days to provide a respectable audience for "rediscoveries" like Jerzy. What worries me is how whole areas of cinema seem to go in and out of fashion - the musical, the Czech New Wave, the melodrama - as though the whole post Cold War revolutionary movements in Eastern (and Western) Europe from the mid sixties have absolutely no meaning for today. But you and I are old men David. (Chonologically at least.)
Meeting Skolo in 72 was an experience, to put it mildly. If ever there was a livewire he was it - the then Director of the SFF found himself obliged to tap JS into hot blooded female companionship which was very willingly supplied by then Blonde Bombshell of the nascent Oz Movie Industry, Kate Fitzpatrick who alternated trysts with Jerzy and the brother of a very old mate of mine Charlie Waterstreet. I should add I would have willingly stepped into Kate's Manolo's, but Jerzy's tastes definitely lay elsewhere. Yours truly did manage to "satisfy" him in one sense - as someone who still smoked dope in those days I was also called upon to provide suitable quantities of weed. These were boisterous days. The only other visiting director who came near JS for partying fun was the wonderfully crazy Dusan Makaveyev.
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