The Third Man

One of my favorites, if not my favorite .

When I spoke no English at all, I saw it in a movie house in Lisbon. I used to be able to sneak in even though the movie was rated for over 13 years old by the Salazar regime. It made me decide to learn English and the composed music by the Austrian Karas with it's Portuguese Mandolin as main, based on a Portuguese rapsody (sorry - the name escapes me) from the 1920's had a deja vu touch to it. Orson Wells helped it all and I was hooked.

I also used it to scare scum in the 80's because as in EVERY scam there is always an imaginative Third Man in their bullshit sham to give me the TARAIMAWASHI. They hoped I would stay busy looking for that Third Man. I whistled the theme every time some tried to bullshit me with the Third Man crap. Later on played it on my Jaws Harp.

Sakamoto Junji, the director of Goofball and Scarred Angels ( kizu darake no tenshi 傷だらけの天使) cast me in a hard core movie. I was the killer personage and used the same Jaws Harp: he loved it along with my Armani stripe suit so much he wanted to used that sound for every time I appeared in the flick but music rights are strict and he knew Austrians and Europeans would be seeing it, thus he changed the sound. It broke my heart when I heard the news. He was right though as it was a hit in Europe; don't know about in the UK ).

We all have a Third Man inside us, different names but basically it. The Third Man was my lever to freedom out of FERREIRA Village and Clan. It annoyed the Jesuits too. They knew I knew their talk and Christianity was bullshit every time one of them showed his forked tongue. Some even beat me up with the 5 Eyed Mary - A wooden big spoon - BUT I kept on whistling it right after they lied. A sort of Marselleise in front of the Nazis during occupation.

Although I hate Wien (Vienna), I am more of an Innsbruck / Salzburg type, three times I have been there and searched for the Third Man Bar Restaurant I heard Kalas opened with the movie royalties. I was looking forward to getting drunk on melancholy, booze and Chibas but I never found it. I took the train to Budapeste on an impulse out of frustration and got drunk in that wonderful city instead. IF it is still there and I hope it is as Vienna is known for holding to it's antique joints, I would love to go there on my way to Budapeste a city I loved with the women too.

Somehow the DVD and Video tape I had are lost since I moved twice after my leg was chopped, but I will search for one on the net or in shops when my mood lifts .

There you are, I hope I expressed my feelings well enough towards The Third Man master piece.