Last summer I was reading a biography on Buster Keaton (“The Man Who Wouldn’t Lie Down” by Tom Dardis) when I discovered an appendix that, for no apparent reason, was nothing but a dadaist script called “El Paseo De Buster Keaton.” It was written by the Spanish poet Federico Garcia Lorca in 1928 and wasn’t published until after his death. My friends and I joked that perhaps he never meant to have it published- it’s just that absurd.
I decided to adapt the script into a silent film as an experiment for my friends. Could we get together and make a film, especially one that was based on something that only WE found funny? The result is “Buster Keaton Takes A Walk,” which was made for hardly any money, many family favors and a crew doubling as its cast.
It was the best production I’ve ever participated in, mainly because there were no egos. It isn't the most amazing thing in the world, but it is definitely a steppingstone. Apparently we will make whatever we damn please.