That Alain. Thinks he’s God’s gift to filmmaking. Made a few arty films that crossed over and made a bit of money and he still thinks he’s got it, still thinks he can do what he likes.
Well, this is my money he’s playing with. My hard-earned cash. If he thinks he’s sneaking all his highbrow ideas into the film he’s wrong. I want paying punters for this one, for all of them actually, not just column inches in the broadsheets.
He’s off the film. I’m telling him tonight. I know he’ll kick up a fuss but what can he do? He’s got the rights to nothing. They’re all mine.
