Talking with folks about John Keister's actions the night of the premiere of his film and observing much of those actions myself, one can interpret his behavior as guided by the idea that he is important to the construction of the spectacle. His actions reveal the self belief that he is his film, a consciousness split in the performance known as the introductory speech and the verbal slaughter of nerves in his "Where's my fucking Crew?" oratory. Spectacle on top of Spectacle.