Blood seeped through the student's shirt as he lay writhing on a suburban street in Evanston, Ill.. Sirens screamed as an ambulance rushed to the scene, emergency bandages and tourniquets held at the ready. A policeman ran toward the accident—and then stopped in horror and anger. Glaring at the onlooker with the camera, who made no attempt to help the sufferer, he roared: "What do you think you're doing?" "Making a movie," came the mild reply. Suddenly aware that the blood looked suspiciously like ketchup, the cop sighed: "Everybody's making a movie."...
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