Listen Scorsese, next time you plan to devote three minutes of your short to an opening title sequence designed by your cousin the “amazing graphic artist,” please invite me to your screening three minutes later. ‘Cause I don’t give a shit which of your friends was the gaffer in your nine-minute film detailing how you couldn’t get laid in high school. Why do I get the feeling that somewhere in the back of your closet you have a composition book filled with practice photographs?
OLIVER NOBLE
Leave a Reply