Friends, we all have skeletons in the closet. Today I'd like to share one of mine.
It was a student film and I was young...well, younger than I am today. Let's turn our clocks back to the mid-Nineteen nineties. A dear friend has asked me to play a leading role in her final film school project. What would you do, kind readers? Loyal to a fault, I agreed.
Many find the resulting film, The Great Manipulator, to be dark. This is in part due to inadequate lighting. I won't give away the film's shocking ending but rest assured things don't end well for our heroine, Esme. The Sound of Music this is not (though I do break into song).
Sluggish pacing, stilted dialogue, and flat-footed foreshadowing don't help matters. But don't let me influence your opinions. Despite it all, around our house The Great Manipulator is a cult film up there with Pink Flamingos and Plan 9 From Outer Space. Lines like "I'm sorry you didn't sleep well," "Do you really think I'm talented?" and "Everything today is so market-driven" have become part of our secret language.
With no further delay, may I present The Great Manipulator.
My conscience is clear.
If you care to unburden yourself of a skeleton or two, please feel free.
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