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Eogh*n H*rris was my first ever screenwriting tutor. You’ve not known bewilderment until you’ve sat for two hours listening to his failed Michael Collins/Kevin Costner project or the wooden planet in his Alien 3 spec.
And the bitter letter he wrote Sigourney Weaver, “that bitch”. 
Deleted the other tweet. Not worth engaging that spitfire. Life is too short and I’m very very tired.
Ok I want a Netflix prestige series or film about the twitter acc sting operation. And for poetic justice, I want it to be completely plotless with LOTS of shots of people staring out of windows. And bluntly ENDS before the third act climax.
