Each week in GRAND DELUSIONS, we'll be taking a look at unsolicited letters that were sent
to various production companies, studios, and agents around Hollywood in the past few years. These are the ideas
that slip through the cracks of the development world. Flashes of cinematic genius that spark, only to fizzle,
then fade away into obscurity...Some are funny, some are scary, some are pitiful, some are incomprehensible-but t
hey all share one quality: they're REAL! Names and addresses have been removed in most cases to protect the
innocent (and spare them the mockery and ridicule... ). Join us now for a trip into the bizarre world of Hollywood wannabes!
We're back with two new letters in this week's column! The first comes from a writer who seems to have spent a
little too much time alone on his island. How else can you explain why someone would think that mixing
a mariachi band with Santa's elves would make a good movie? Then again, Santa has survived
Martian kidnappers and Hulk Hogan,
so I'm sure he'll outlast "Mexico's musical troubadours."
Our second letter comes to us from a couple of writers who seem to perhaps have some issues with ex-girlfriends, or maybe just women in general-and is it just me, or does a sitcom called "Kiss Your Dad" evoke some unintentionally creepy images? Although, I must admit, I like it when my "furry suddenly turns to joy."
In next week's GRAND DELUSIONS, it's an all-website edition, where I'll focus on some of the stranger promotional sites created by writers, actors, and producers! You just might see a return visit from a very popular GRAND DELUSIONS alumnus, too!
If you have any weird, wacky, or bizarre letters for GRAND DELUSIONS, please contact Jason Pritchett at jsnpritchett@moviepoopshoot.com.
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