The Pitch Meeting Behind The Worst Movie Idea Ever Approved
Geoff Chaser is the most powerful studio executive in Hollywood, so why doesn't his fucking door reflect that? Huh? "Huh, Janice? It's a simple god damn question.""Sir?" The assistant inquired politely."Are you a down-on-your-luck recovering drug addict trying to sell me a magazine subscription? Then don't you 'sir' me, Janice!" Geoff picked at the plaque on his door with the hope that it would just slide out. It did not. It was screwed."No,
"I named it 'Constructive Criticism.' It's amazing: Most writers actually ask to be stabbed with it."The man yelped pathetically, and flinched. A tiny hat, no bigger than a doll's, rolled from his head and across the floor."Baby! Sugar! Pork Cracklins! No!" Chaz held his hands up plaintively, "this is my nephew, Ethan Blazer, remember? He's been in this meeting for what, an hour now?""Um, forty-six, actually," Ethan answered timidly. "Time jumps!" Geoff swore vehemently. He pressed the button for his intercom. "Janice! I hope you had fun on your little excursion, because now we've got the fabric of time fraying thin in here! I'll be docking the days we skip from your vacation time, I'll have you know. CHRONOLOGY IS LOSING RELEVANCE, JANICE!""I think it's the Methamphetamine Luge, actually," Chaz said, gesturing to the carved ice pipe melting quietly in the corner. The stack of cloudy chips in the bowl on top was getting dangerously low.
"Now that's what I call ice! Hahaha but no seriously, I'll suck your dick for a rock.""We'll see about that," Geoff narrowed his eyes at Ethan, "what's this so-called 'meeting' about, then?"Ethan Blazer cleared his throat, shuffled his script, and picked up where he'd left off."Bailey: Charlie, please. It's me, baby, it's Bailey. Charlie, Charlie I need you to open your eyes. You're just sleeping, baby. You're just tired is all. You ain't hurt. You ain't! It's just been a long shift at the mill, baby - that's all that happened to you. And I know it feels worse, but it ain't, okay? You're not gonna die, Charlie! You can't die, baby! You gotta pick Maxy up from practice. You gotta open your eyes!""No no no, god damn it, if we wanted to hear dialogue we'd hire those Filipinos to knife fight for us again," Geoff waved his hand dismissively."Tagalog," Chaz corrected, then turned to Ethan: "Give us the gist."
Man, if there's something Filipinos do better than knife-fight, I'm kind of scared to know about it."Gist me you poncey little son of a bitch!" Geoff hollered."Poncey? Nice. Classy. Got a flavor to it, kind of oakey on the fore-tongue," Chaz pondered it, rolling the insult around in his mouth and spitting it, along with a not-insignificant amount of actual saliva, into Ethan's face."Good, right?" Geoff smiled. "British, I think. Finishes strong, but smooth, and pairs well with lineage-based epithets - your 'whore mothers,' your 'bastard fathers,' your 'slut ancestors,' and so forth."Ethan interjected forcefully: "It's the story of Charlie Kenton, an old-school, washed-up boxer who's finding himself lost in this era of Mixed Martial Arts and glorified ultra-violence. Charlie's not a good guy, but he's trying to be. This is the story of his comeback, but moreover, it's the story of how he reconnects with his estranged son, Max.""Sounds like
Proof: Ask any man aged 20-50, and they will flawlessly reproduce Drago's "I must break you" line on command."Janice!" Geoff screamed into the intercom, "find me a man who doesn't like
"Wha- what is it, then? Karate Kid? Raging Bull? Fucking Gymkata?! You can't just make up ideas out of thin air!""Well, it's not JUST like
"... and now they team up to fight crime!" -HollywoodEthan was breathless, panting, his eyes glimmering with restrained tears."It's uh...it's kind of about my dad, too." He added, then fell silent.Chaz and Geoff sat, dumbstruck and still. They could hear vacuuming, somewhere in the far distance. "Wow," Geoff finally breathed."Holy shit," Chaz agreed, "that's like the most amazing story I've ever heard.""R-really? You like it?" Ethan half-stood with excitement."Like it?! You're gonna win an Oscar! All the Oscars!" Geoff raced over to the Luge, hit the Igniter and sucked up the torrent of chilled smoke that came billowing down the ice-pipe. When he spoke again, his voice was still thick with held breath: "
"This is totally a concept worth revisiting." -Hollywood"Please," Ethan spoke shakily, "please don't do this to me. Please don't do this to the world.""Tough Tungsten, Buff Bronze, Macho Metal, Real Stee-" Geoff was brought up short by the buzz of an intercom."Sir? I have a Mr. Jensen to see you. It's regarding the matter we spoke about earlier.""Send him in! Send everybody in! Ha ha ha! We're gonna have a fucking party! Young Ethan here just pitched us the property of the decade!" Geoff seized Chaz by the nose and shot a thick stream of smoke down his throat. Chaz absorbed it, then leaped to his feet and punched Geoff in the solar plexus. When he finished hacking, they both laughed and executed an elaborate handshake that ended with the two men pantomiming mutual masturbation.The door swung open and a portly, sweaty man in a tweed vest shuffled in nervously. "Y-you wanted to see me?" He asked meekly."Did I? What about?""I ah ... I don't know, sir. Your assistant just sent out an urgent email asking all employees for their opinion on
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