Quoted from leitskev Don't trust name tags in hell.

That might be a very good and new byline.  

Sandra

I'm going to use that instead of Fade In from now on.

We see an unfilmable.


As the camera pans across the filthy unkempt room, beer bottles, pizza boxes, bags of chips, etc. we see that the sleeping and obviously intoxicated Sean Connery look-alike was likely not breast fed by his mother, Pam (40-ish, like Marisa Tomei 40, not Kirstie Alley 40).

We've got company!

Stay out my room, Ray, not gonna tell you again. No filming there.

Kev, I always suspected about you and Sean Connery (or at least his look a like.)  Now I have written proof.

Lol unfortunately the only thing I have in common with Connery is fading follicles and a taste for scotch!

Quoted from leitskev Stay out my room, Ray, not gonna tell you again. No filming there.

Sorry.
I thought it was the bathroom.

(Ray stumbles back into Kev's common law legal-enough daughter's trailer bedroom).

You know what you're problem is?
I'll tell you what your problem is!

Ugh.

E.D.

It's all about the money. Follow the money.

You just don't get it, do you?

Quoted from Pii Don't you die on me.

There are some things worse than death.

I call it... 'The Aristocrats!'

We see a screenwriter staring at the brutality of a blinking cursor on an expansive empty page of celtx.

He pulls a drag from a cigarette, blows dragon smoke from his nostrils, then stabs it out among the dirty flower arrangement of other filters.

Finally he types.

On screen we see him crafting a story of nubile filmmakers making their first horror story.

At a cabin.

In the woods.

Where they will die one by one.

We see the writer's narcissism consumes him.


(Excuse me while I go vomit... )

Not original, but -

"We've got to act NOW!"

One thing I detest in films is when a couple, in dire circumstances (inc end of the world) stop to talk about their feelings and their relationship.