the viewers want teeth

     Joe looked concerned. "We went half an hour over budget because it took them a while to find the footage."
     "We won't have to pay for the extra time," said the post supervisor. "Don't worry."
      "Well, it's sort of our fault. See, I told them we wanted the Jurrasic Shark footage, and they thought we meant Raging Sharks 2. I forgot to tell them about the title change. So they spent all morning looking for the old Shark Attack shots instead of Hammerheads."
     "Ok," said the post-super after the briefest of pauses. "We'll have to pay for that."

I think the number is ten. This company has made ten shark movies in five years.



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