I could have taken a Luger to Lew Grade for not funding my film noir project in the sixties, stalling my destiny for decades. Business is tougher now. Nobody can predict box-office success: audiences are fickle; outsider risks put money in the bank (who the heck imagined Depp cast as some gecko?!!!) More recently I’d targeted Carey Mulligan for my lead. But since playing Sally Sparrow opposite Tennant’s Doctor Who, her career’s taken off; she’s unaffordable!- doesn’t even return my calls, the little diva!
So… what sells? Rom-Coms need big names; sci-fi schlock (some Alien gestation doomfest?)… or fantasy wizardry? But today’s viewer is too apt to don judge’s garb, panning our special effects on some nitpicking blog while loading up with pizza. Big bangs don’t come cheap; but any shot that’s not state-of-the-art execution won’t survive the attack.
Which brings me back to dark thoughts of that Luger.
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