Have a very rough 15 minutes written which may or may not move to other areas of the film. Detox, that is. Plus, this morning, while relaxing out on the patio (and for some reason the image of Faye Dunaway the morning after her Oscar win popped into my head) beside the pool, I sketched out the entire script in Michael shorthand. Looks like it shouldn’t be a problem to fill up 90 minutes; the key is going to be to get the dialogue to be awesome. Too easy to fall into cliches here. If the dialogue works, the script will be golden.

Really odd things surfacing from CineVegas. Not sure why people feel compelled to attack, but “The Bet,” or I, was called pretentious. The review was simply a definition of pretentious. And then called me immature for being a sore loser. No, what did it say? Hang on. Oh, it said, “Way to be immature about losing pal.” Hmmm, I never thought I’d win. I thought it would be cool, but I never even entertained the thought. I was there for the free food. And actually more pissed Jack Ferry didn’t get a mention for winning the MySpace contest. And the food wasn’t really that good. Not a Wolfgang Puck fan, sorry.

You know, it’s actually kind of fun stirring up controversy. If it was my thing, I’d make something just to tweak the shit out of people. But it’s not. At least not yet. Feature #2 will probably do that. In the meantime, I’m relishing the fact that horror fans seem to like the film and the snobs don’t. Fine with me.