I’ve been keeping this on the low down.
Down low.
No doubt.
But John M and I are meeting with a film director this week to discuss turning The Summer of Benny into a movie. The plan is to start small by producing a short film or trailer.
I thought about pitching The SOB as a documentary, but a lot of people would probably end up in jail.
We think the initial project will be a few minutes long. Or about the same amount of time I lasted on prom night. Stupid big boobs.
I like this idea because it makes more sense than spending months writing a movie script that probably wouldn’t get sold. I mean, I doubt there are many producers willing to take a financial risk on an unknown writer that may or may not have a bed wetting problem.
I’m not getting too excited though, because this project may never see the light of day. I’m a little worried the director might read my script – take a look at me – and tell me to have another beer.
I’d walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three way script.
Enter number two: