| Ben                               & Chris Blaine are                               the Joel and Ethan of a Short movie outfit called                               Charlie Productions. They are 21 and 19 years                               old respectively and are in that truly enviable                               position in their creative lives where they can                               do whatever they damn well please. These young chaps                               are cowboy filmmakers with the balls of a mountain                               ram. Honest, benevolent cowboys that is, like Henry                               Fonda before he did Once Upon A Time In The West,                               clean living, well groomed folk with their neighbours'                               best interests at heart.If you have the patience                             to read on through this turgid mist of literary indulgence                             (me, not them) you'll discover that they've just shot                             a great little short on the London underground called                             Russell Square for under £1000. (You                             all know how protective the LU are about that rank                             sewer) The members of the production team have an                             almost incestuous relationship with one another and                             I'd freely quit cigarettes for their enthusiasm.But, sitting here with my leg cast incidentally                               erect like some shameless white phallus, I've a                               dilemma. I'm looking over what was said, wondering                               why I didn't get all dictatorial on Ben's prosaic                               arse. The piece is free with hyperbole, youthful,                               witty, humble and unabashed, in essence it defies                               the unwavering grain of my style in a manner that                               would normally prompt an introduction of such gross                               pomposity as to render this licentious. What's worse,                               I'm clean out of Bourbon and my editing scissors                               are blunt today. I shall leave it, it works and                               I like it.
 Now don't get stroppy, I'm finished.
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