Eisenstein in Guanajuato

with encyclopaedic interests."

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(MEXICAN FOLK MUSIC)

(INAUDIBLE)

We left Moscow just as

the ceiling was falling in.

Pasternak and Mayakovsky

were forbidden to leave.

Passports forbidden.

Trotsky was deported to Turkey.

Poets, painters, and publishers

were sacked, spitted,

sat upon, and spat upon.

We felt the flames up our bums,

red-hot pokers up our asses

as we fled to America.

It scorched us out of Russia.

And I had Joey Schenck's invite

in my back trouser pocket,

- resting against my right buttock.

- (CHILDREN LAUGHING)

An invite to Hollywood.

(FOLK MUSIC CONTINUES)

Excuse me, sir,

I see you are being protected

by grandmothers.

(INAUDIBLE)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

And then came the bad news.

Keep out the Red Peril!

These Russians will rape

and abuse our American children!

The biggest shark in the shark tank

was an American Senator, Hamilton Fish,

Redneck Extraordinaire.

And behind sharkman Senator Fish

was the riot-master Major Frank Pease.

The bad meat-man in Battleship Potemkin.

I could well have been accused

of sacrilege, insulting God.

I was the "Roosian" Eisenstein,

the Messenger from Hell.

And they won.

Paramount Pictures

could not afford the bad publicity.

Paramount Pictures pictured me

with everyone American

American they could find

to bolster me up,

to keep my image squeaky clean.

I shook hands with Walt Disney,

the greatest and only true filmmaker

who starts from an absolutely clean slate.

Oh, and I met his apprentice-assistant

and protg, Mickey Mouse

and I rubbed wet noses with Rin Tin Tin.

But in the end...

They could not afford to hold out.

They gave in. They caved in.

They were getting jumpy and jittery.

Said it was the Depression.

Said they had to weather the storm.

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