This is the most recent cluster of thought I got hung up on trying to make it fit. I feel like I have to record these in case they turn out to be more interesting than whatever I finally end up with.
Those familiar with the oeuvre of Monte Hellman will quickly recognize themes of artifice versus reality, fact versus fiction. Most famously, Two-Lane Blacktop ends with a dissolve that simulates nitrate burning up in the projector, a jarring “kick” (to borrow from the language of Inception) out of movie (which, in terms of function, is not too dissimilar from the final shot of Kiarostami’s Taste of Cherry). Also consider Warren Oates’ character rehearsing his fictions as if facts can be changed as easily as a sweater. In China 9, Liberty 37, the pulp novelist played by Sam Peckinpah refers to his books as, “The lies they [i.e., “the people back east”] need...we all need.” Or, consider Oberlus, in Iguana, concerned with how his legacy is being recorded by the diarist.