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by James Killough

After financing fell through on the first iteration of Hatter the film—arbitrary changes to British tax laws threw the entire industry there into chaos for about eighteen months, long enough for many productions to fall apart—I began to develop other projects.  Rather than learn my lesson about how hard it is to finance esoteric, difficult films, I managed to come up with one that was even more obscure, Post.

James Franco Kissing Himself (2011), by Solve Sundsbo

The idea for Post came from two sources.  The first was a two-day discussion I had in 2001 with filmmaker Tarsem Singh (Immortals, Mirror, Mirror) about the nature of romantic love.  Everything in Tarsem’s world is highly visual, perfectly designed down to the most minute detail.  The conversation took place in his loft overlooking Trafalgar Square, and this rarified environment gave me a sense of how the piece might work cinematically, even though it was primarily just a philosophical conversation with no real conclusion.

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Abs and Angels


by James Tuttle

Gentle reader,

It’s been a while since my last movie review of Thor in the spring.  I suppose that’s because it’s been a while since I had a free minute at the same time that a movie with a lot of hunky shirtless guys was in theatres.  You probably recall that the shirt-to-shirtless ratio turned out to be pretty dismal in Thor but Tarsem Singh’s new film Immortals didn’t have that problem.  It’s set in an age before shirts were even invented!

Henry Cavill: It sure looks tough being that gorgeous.

I should probably be embarrassed that I so rarely support the entertainment industry by actually buying tickets at the cinema, $19 each in this case, as involved in it as I am.  Many of my clients are heavy hitters in the business, I myself am on hold to act in a couple of indie flicks and I have at least one screenplay being considered for a Lifetime Network-level budget.  On the other hand, our cleaning lady Esperanza probably does, too.  That’s how we roll here in L.A.

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Comic-Con Artist


by James Killough

It does pay to read your friends’ spam email blasts, otherwise I wouldn’t have known that my buddy Tristan Eaton was going to be in SoCal doing signings of his book and launching a prototype of his new toy at Comic-Con last weekend.  I’d always wanted to go to Comic-Con, so this was the perfect opportunity to pack a picnic lunch, hop in the train and take myself on an outing, as my mother would call it.

But, James, you ask, aghast.  Why on earth would a modern misanthrope like you want to throw himself into the greatest concentration of unsightly, badly dressed geeks in the galaxy, if not the universe?

Greek revival: Henry Cavill as Theseus in Tarsem Singh's forthcoming "Immortals."

You’re quite right, it was all of the above, and I should have been forewarned.  Before you savage me for being un-glamorous as well as inconsistent, it pays to remember that I’m not the only one with a geek hovering inches beneath my glossy-if-a-bit-tarnished exterior: Continue reading

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