I’m morbidly fascinated and altogether disturbed by what appears to be a legit twitter account (his friend and co-Beowulf scribe accounts for it) for recently jailed Academy award winning Pulp Fiction screenwriter Roger Avary and his grim but strangely poignant accounts of daily life behind bars. The addictive to read account was directed to me via a reader of this site who read an L.A. Times article posted yesterday.

For those who are unaware, the guy who directed the brilliant Rules of Attraction pleaded guilty to vehicular manslaughter in September, following a crash last year that killed his friend and injured his friend’s partner.

Is Avary allowed to screen write in jail? I guess if he's allowed
to social network and has a computer and desk, then presumably yes? 

For point of reference – Avary calls himself #34 whilst in the slammer…

I’m slowing down my driving speed, I’m double checking all my taxes and bills are paid correctly, I’m making sure I’m not breaking any copyright with my articles on OWF. I’ve canceled my plan to kill my distant relations as to avoid having to buy Christmas presents for them.

Prison sounds like a place I don’t wanna be. I already route for the bad guys to get away in movies when they are about to be caught or maimed, there’s something about having the cops after you that has led me to side with the criminals. Even in real life cases of the most horrendous order. I hate the idea of being locked away, losing one’s freedom. I always route for the villain when I’m watching Columbo.

I fear this strange nature of mine might get worse now.

I know Alfred Hitchcock had the same compulsion. This clip which you should begin at the 2 minute mark focuses on Robert Walker’s sinister Bruno Anthony, whom our p.o.v. falls directly to as we agonizingly side with him as he tries to grab hold of that lighter which would otherwise corrupt him in Strangers on a Train.