Here are 10 context-free passages from Randy and Evi Quaid's insane Vanity Fair profile
Still searching for asylum from the murderous reach of the Hollywood Star Whackers, fugitive couple Randy and Evi Quaid pause to plead their case in this new, sprawling Vanity Fair profile, a piece as simultaneously revealing and disconcerting as its lead photo of Evi dressed only in black lingerie, thigh-high boots, and a fedora. Kicking off with the line, “Evi Quaid called from a pay phone in Vancouver to say that she and her husband, Randy, the actor, had tried to drive to Siberia, but they ‘couldn’t figure out how to get there,’” it only gets more quotable, as author Nancy Jo Sales paints a spellbinding, tragicomic portrait of paranoia and far-reaching conspiracy while the Quaids detail how they’re “running for our lives”—a chase that could well end tomorrow, seeing as the article gives up their hotel room number.
While it's full of the usual "It all connects!" wild theorizing, Sales' article ends surprisingly poignantly as Randy—finally away from Evi for a moment—reflects on how his accountant tried to warn him that Evi's wild shopping sprees were "gonna drag you into the poorhouse," suggesting that Evi just maybe concocted this whole Hollywood Star Whackers thing for fear of taking the blame for Quaid's financial troubles. But then it ends right back up on the outskirts of the new Canadian province of Crazytown, with Quaid quickly shooting down that theory as an attempt to separate him from his "lifeline." So yeah, this isn't going to end anytime soon.
Anyway, I started to paraphrase all of this for you, as is our usual wont, but the notion of divining “salient points” out of something that reads like some shared fever dream of Nathanael West and William Burroughs is ridiculous. Instead, here are 10 context-free highlights to encourage you to go check out the article in its entirety. If you happen to be Lindsay Lohan, your life may well depend on it.
– “The car smelled of fast food and dog pee and Randy’s cigars.”
– “I asked them when they believed their troubles began. They said it was in Marfa, Texas, the rural artists’ community where Giant was shot. They said they had traveled there in the summer of 2009 to ‘look at ranches and stuff’ and erect a ‘Randy Quaid museum.’”