We are a breed apart from the rest of humanity, we theatre folk.We are the original displaced personalities, concentrated gatherings of neurotics, egomaniacs, emotional misfits and precocious children.
Fasten your seat belts, it's going to be a bumpy night!
There are millions to be grabbed out here and your only competition is idiots. Don't let thisget around.
In a novel, the hero can lay ten girls and marry a virgin for the finish. In a movie, that is not allowed. The villain can lay anybody he wants, have as much fun and as he wants cheating, stealing, getting rich, and whipping servants. But you have to shoot him in the end.
You know it's hard to hear what a bearded man is saying. He can't speak above a whisker.
Imagine--the whole world wired to Harry Cohn's ass!
