Hello there!

I’m the gentleman (and I use that term loosely – eyeing myself over my glasses and everything) that worked with Chris and Jimmy to get this new site up and running. Beyond building websites, I work in the film industry as a producer and writer. I’ll be adding occasional posts to the site about film distribution, overlooked work and general pop culture.

I just wanted to put up a quick post regarding the latest insane entertainment corporation move of the New Year – the Sony Spiderman reboot.

In case you haven’t read/heard about this, Sam Raimi and Tobey Maguire are off the project – and Sony is gleefully looking forward to a grittier reboot of the franchise. Yes – a reboot on a franchise that is less than 10 years old, and only a few years since the last massive (though flawed) blockbuster. I think it’s appalling, weird and a troubling sign of things to come. Salon.com had their film writers toss out some ideas/reactions on where to take things here (you’ll need to sit through an ad) and Scott Mendelson has some great thoughts on it as well.

What do the fiends think? Travesty? Welcome chance for recovery?

One, perhaps, upside is that we could begin to enter a film comic universe full of the endless plot shifts/parallel dimensions/causal paradoxes of actual comics. That’s the best outlook I’ve got.

This article sums up what I’ve been wanting to say to people in this business for years, especially when you start doing things that actually matter in this crazy mixed up world.  Let this be a lesson to all of you aspiring “artists” out there. That includes, but is not limited to: actors, directors, writers, producers, gaffers, assistants, house keepers, dog walkers, lawyers, palm trees, and wannabees.

The article below is written by Academy Award nominated screenwriter, Josh Olson. (via Village Voice)

I will not read your fucking script.

That’s simple enough, isn’t it? “I will not read your fucking script.” What’s not clear about that? There’s nothing personal about it, nothing loaded, nothing complicated. I simply have no interest in reading your fucking screenplay. None whatsoever.

If that seems unfair, I’ll make you a deal. In return for you not asking me to read your fucking script, I will not ask you to wash my fucking car, or take my fucking picture, or represent me in fucking court, or take out my fucking gall bladder, or whatever the fuck it is that you do for a living.

(Do yourself a favor and read the rest of this article, after the jump…)
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