In my other recurring dream, I mentally rehearse the end scene, the one where it’s getting dark and I mistake a girl for Jordana. A girl with the exact same frame and the exact same hair. And when she turns around I see that her face is nothing like Jordana’s, and she asks, "Do I know you?" and I look traumatised and say, "No. You don’t know me. You don’t know me at all"
“I shall never forget the weekend Laura died. A silver sun burned through the sky like a huge magnifying glass. It was the hottest Sunday in my recollection. I felt as if I were the only human being left in New York. For Laura’s horrible death, I was alone. I, Waldo Lydecker, was the only one who really knew her. And I had just begun to write Laura’s story when - another of those detectives came to see me. I had him wait. I could watch him through the half-open door. I noted that his attention was fixed upon my clock. There was only one other in existence, and that was in Laura’s apartment in the very room where she was murdered.”
True Stories (1986). Directed by and starring David Byrne. Co-starring John Goodman, Swoosie Kurtz, and Spalding Gray.
Roger Ebert began his review of the film by writing “There are more than 50 sets of twins in David Byrne’s ‘True Stories,’ I learned by studying the press notes, and perhaps we should pause here for a moment to meditate upon that fact. A hundred twins are not going to make or break a movie, and the average audience is not going to notice more than a fraction of them. Consider the state of mind of the person who decided the film should have 50 sets of twins.”