|Crime Fiction premiere announced
||[Dec. 7th, 2006|12:45 am]
Don Lee Boone's production diary
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE TO HOT CHICKS:
As announced in Tuesday's Variety, our movie Crime Fiction will hold its world premiere at opening day of Slamdance 2007, this Jan 19, in downtown Park City, with a second screening on Jan 22. To incentivize attending both screenings, we're red-carpeting at the first evening, but partying (/ judge-bribing) after the second. To allay your fears of hitchhiking in the snow in those slutty, slutty shoes, SUV service will be provided for the duration by festival promoters and our corporate overlords.
Print this out and show it to my bodyguards:
This is your standing invitation to the Crime Fiction Pictures hospitality suite, aka Jon & Graham & Will & Other Jon & Ben & Alex & David & Marc & Kirsten's festival week condo, at the PowderWood (snicker) in Park City. We arrive 16 Jan, and leave 23 Jan, and for this entire week, my sole reasons for living will be blogging and drinking vodka at the hotel then riding around in our Suburban trying to get photographed snorting lines of powdered sugar off promotional DVD jewelcases. Since all this works much better with an entourage in tow, I need an entourage in tow. And that's where you come in. Come in ridiculously puffy jackets and plastic sunglasses, brandishing small handguns, pilferable Sidekicks, and powdered-sugar spoons.
No, seriously, come pretend to be my friends. We won't fly you out, but upon your arrival we have some screening passes or something, an SUV (you thought I was kidding?), and the opportunity to totter around Park City scooping up neat swag, more free booze than you know what to do with, and the chance to throw it all up on Demi Moore.
Attention corporate readers: if you broker the purchase of naming rights to our afterparty, I'll display any logo gear you make me — how about Sex Can Wait beanies, or Acme-A1 Discount Auto Insurance plastic beer cups, eh? eh? — and ghost-write you some plausibly true company newsletter ditties about [name-of-colleague-here] getting a lap-dance from Felicity Huffman.
Who could say no to that?