Imagine if you were offered the chance to direct your debut feature film. And just before shooting, the FBI pulled the rug from beneath you because the entire film production had been a sting to nab dodgy teamsters. Bummer! You can read the true life story here.

Anyway, at least the director can live with the idea that they made a movie ABOUT him, if not BY him. The Last Shot, written and directed by Jeff Nathanson.

It’s audience members like this who increasingly keep me from going to the cinema. If only an Australia cinema (chain) would introduce the same rules as the Alamo Drafthouse, Austin USA. Don’t text during the movie. Don’t answer your freakin’ phone. And shut up! (Yeah, I’m looking at you, Mr Retell Every Joke Two Seconds After It Was Said, during my screening of the The Hangover in 2009. Zach and Co are funnier than you. And they made the joke 2 seconds before you. In the ACTUAL film. It still annoys me).

It’s been a while since I last posted. We’ve been writing. A lot. For many of our American screenwriting idols, their first screenplay to be filmed is the 11th screenplay they wrote. Why is it always the 11th script?! Is that a lucky, or unlucky, number? Anyways, the faster we get to our 11th script, the better. Regardless, you’ll see The Hitman’s Cookbook before then!

Now, to the art of trailers. A lost art. Check out this trailer for Nicolas Winding Refn’s upcoming thriller, Drive. It whets the appetite without giving away the entire plot. That makes a great trailer. Count me curious.