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"Big L, That's fine if you get spiritual, just make sure when you abandon your worldly attachments you toss the Mercedes my way... ...I've attached a link to the third episode of Production Days, you'll be pleased to see more voice overs, some fight scenes, and nice sensitive breakdown on a misty beach. It's very touching, I think. The piano part was written for some Hospital Drama tv show, but our man at Slabco hooked it up for Sakebomb... ...Also, we are having a party at my co-producer's house this Saturday, if you are around you should come by... Chuck "C Murder, A party? How exciting! I'll wear my best shoes! Come on, Chuck, I wouldn't go to one of your subterranean Hollywood internet parties in a million years. Sandwiched between the perm'ed marketing head of Columbia and the pocket protected high speed digital server administrator, drinking Long Island Ice Teas from plastic cups, thank you, no, I'd rather saw myself to death with a spork. Thanks for the invite, though, it's nice to feel loved. Is anyone interesting going to be there? Certainly you know better drug dealers than I, yes? No? Tell you what, give me a call that afternoon and we'll see how I'm feeling. I'm busy on a new project, so I don't have much time for screwing around. I'm quite sure the sudden blast of fame I'll receive from these short films will light the fuse, as it were (which are fine, no new complaints, although seriously, your cinema verite style of no lights, no tripods, and lots of cars passing by loudly is pretty painful... or wait, is this some production of that obscure Dogma 95 shit everyone was so excited about a few years ago? Didn't Bjork make something like that? Are you friends with Bjork? You are so cool! By the way, I appreciate the film school jibe, you asshole, but remember: I am an artist of near godly inspiration, and I don't fall back on silly cookie cutter manifestos to inspire my craft.) Now, I'm not saying I have a screenplay (because the next jackass who tells me he has a screenplay is going to get a firm backhanded slap with a velvet glove cast in dog turds), but if I did have a screenplay, and it was, oh I dunno, the most amazing 120 pages of life altering, world changing, send ol' Moses down with a few stone tablets kind of shit, what would be your recommendation: Or maybe we should just make the whole thing into one long internet movie ourselves. Obviously it doesn't cost that much! Wait a minute, this is a great idea! Hasn't that been the intention of various film revolutionaries all this time, to get the full means of film production in the hands of any ol' 23 year old fucktard with a few thousand dollars and some hair gel? And who are you but THAT GUY. My god, let's do this for the holy war! I'll send you the script in a few days, my heart is aflutter with anticipation.
Choseth like Moseth,
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