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As I have no idea what I just read, I can't comment too much on it. Your margins are off and your cover sheet shouldn't have any fancy fonts or color. This thing reads like it was written by a stoner or something.
all i can say is... you have a very interesting name.
I'd list my "work" here, but I don't know how to hyperlink.
"Career" Highlights -2, count em, 2 credits on my IMDB page. -One time a fairly prominent producer e-mailed me back. -I have made more than $1000 with my writing! -I've won 2 mugs... and a thong. (polaroids of me in thong available for $10 through PM)
All the vague comments intrigued me enough to open the link. Phil nailed the fistful of format snafus. That is important if showing this to working industry professionals. Well, I'll add a vague comment of my own... Is this some kind of performance art?
Regards, E.D.
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reeleeter navorski -- i love this -- i get it and i understand it -- it's kubrick-esque -- it's avant garde, auteuristic -- fellini -- but the end message -- protect for prosperity is very solid. the orange filed -- the distorted thoughts wrought by the oddly dressed and wildly made-up character are quite provocative -- great
Hahahahahha. Wtf! "We have no peppercorn. There�s no peppercorn. Peppercorn on the hermaphrodite�s monitor." Damn! No peppercorn. We always forget the peppercorn! I actually understood none of this except that the protagonist is a transvestite. Maybe next time, mate.
Had to take a look at this because of the reviews.
All I got was the feeling the writer is saying 'look at me, look at me. Look how different and random I can be'. Even with the type of cigarette I smoke I don't get it. Maybe it's just too above my tiny mind. I don't know.
It’s all a bit crazy, surreal and amusing…but pointless and impenetrable. It reads like you've laid an abstract poem, presumably of your own creation, over some random images of a man with questionable tastes in fashion standing in a field, then walking down a street, then applying make-up. He's either a clown or a transvestite, I don't know, not too bothered to find out.
Nothing else to say really except I got a laugh and it didn't take up too much of my time.