.... Aaaaand, director #2 woke up
one recent morning, with one hell of a headache but sober nonetheless, and realized that actually making
this movie would be only slightly less artistically vapid and personally degrading than doing an interpretive dance performance of Thomas Kincade's A Christmas Cottage
while wearing a tutu made entirely of duct tape... as a fundraiser for a Scientology charity initiative to bring E-meters to rural pockets of Tasmania.
Seriously, fuck this project.