My girlfriend types all of her scripts in Word. This means that we do not own a copy of Final Draft. Being the lazy bastard that I am, I hopped on eBay to see about getting myself a copy of Final Draft. I didnâ€™t realize you had to promise someone your first born for a copy. Cripes that is an expensive piece of software. Especially when you can do the formatting in a word processing program yourself. The thought of manually setting margins, tabs and the like really doesnâ€™t give me a warm and fuzzy feeling though. Maybe Iâ€™ll check to see if anyone is selling a copy on Craigslist for a reasonable fee. No scratch that. While I might be lazy, Iâ€™m even more cheap than lazy. And I donâ€™t want to spend the cash on the Final Draft.
This weekend was one for the record books. It marks the first time in a long time that I saw a movie in the theater that was not complete and total tripe. I saw Hot Fuzz and it was damn good. So good in fact that I was beginning to think that maybe Hollywood was getting over its slump. Maybe things are turning around. Maybe they are starting to make quality films again that have more to offer than fart jokes. Maybe I wonâ€™t have to complain about spending money to be entertained just to leave the theater feeling as if I had been robbed. Maybe I wonâ€™t be able to sell a tripe screenplay before my girlfriend sells a decent one. Then I realized two things.
One â€“ the film was a British piece of genius, so Hollywood gets no credit.
Two â€“ Next starring Nick Cage and Jessica Biel is out right now. It is the epitome of Hollywood shit, complete with a relationship pairing that would never happen in real life.
Thatâ€™s right; Iâ€™ll match your Nick Cage and raise you a David Caruso. Muah hahahaha.