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"Dearest Lloyd, I've attached a link to a rough edit of the first Production Days. You just go ahead and check it out for historical accuracy, etc. Like I said before, I appreciate your input, but don't bother telling me the whole things sucks and needs to be redone four times, because eventually I will just start ignoring you. There was a fair amount of improvisation by the actors, so even I am not responsible for all of the dialogue. I know it can be painful, but some things you are just going to have to let go. If there are serious problems though, we can talk. This segment does not even involve the production set, so you shouldn't have too much trouble with anything. Shut up. Just thank for me for the attention you'll get, you know you love it. Chuck
"Alright, Chucky, Let me begin with what I liked about your little presentation- as that should require but a few gentle lines; a pleasant prelude to the voluminous assignment of dissecting the inequities of your shoddy film making and gross misappropriation of reality. It shall sting, sir, but if you could only imagine the discomfort I endured- the cold, creepy shudder from my pelvic floor rising like satanic gas bubbles culminating in near brain hemorrhage- as I bore witness to my very LIFE STORY shredded like limp cabbage in the name of amusement, then you would perhaps realize how easy you and your tender artistic ego have it with these light slaps. I myself am lucky to still have a soul to inhabit this crumbling frame. For it was not enough, the Gods of Karma seem intent on making it clear, to suffer my sentence as PA not once but TWICE for this Hollywood melodrama, that I must now witness it slaughtered with artistic invention, for the cursed internet, no less. The humanity... ...My character: he's no Brad Pitt, but I do like him. Good choice. He has a tendency to over-act though, as any amateur could tell. Although, speaking of Brad Pitt, you must admit a few tight abdominal shots in that early 'bed rising' sequence would have been in order. Look, if you are going to suspend disbelief, let us at least see my rippling abdomen, perhaps in a shower sequence or something appropriately subtle. We have the female audience to consider, of course, and I don't imagine they will be happy to leave my particulars to the imagination... ...by the way, have you and your DP (a glue sniffing chimpanzee, perhaps?) ever heard of a tripod? Tri-pod, it's a three legged tool of magic that holds your camera still. You might want to look into that... ...I do not appreciate the implication that I am discouraged from my neighbor's social functions. Now, admittedly, I may not always be invited to their festivals of ethnic pride, but it's not as if my brown brothers go out of their way to bar my entrance. I am a man of the people, as you know, and am as comfortable sharing stories with cholo companions as anyone. Needless to say, the fact that I did not go to Beto's party (as I stated in my journal, "I declined to attend") that particular evening need hardly be interpreted in the deprecating way shown in the film. I'm wise to your bitter superiority. If this entire charade is meant to demean my character, you'd better let me know now, and pull the plug, as I will take my cause to the streets, where your Hollywood cool-card will do little to shield you from shiv blades in the night... ...Why did you cut the scene with the homeless man on Sunset? I thought you meant to be true to life with this project. Would you rip the arms off Thanksgiving turkey to make room for the candles on the table? No, sir, you would not. I understand that there is a limited amount of screen time to make our point, but surely you can see both the significance and potent visual imagery (I take that back, maybe you have no idea) of the homeless man with one sock and a shower cap on who approached my car that morning after I dropped Eric off. One sock! A shower cap! In the street! I zoomed away before he could garble anything at me, of course, but don't you see how that single image (as should every frame in your movie, if you have any pride or talent) resonates with the entire leitmotif? Have some cinematic nuts, my friend!... Eye of the Tiger,
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