"And I Don't Work For Nobody But You..."

So, it's Friday afternoon as I type this (I may hold the post for awhile so bear with me) and I wanted to relate a little tale about a guy who's in my blogroll. You've probably never heard of him before this, but you will. (Yeah I know. "Cryptic Boy" again)
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Many months ago I received comments from this guy thanking me for this or that bit of information that I spewed out into the scribosphere. Apparently, I was of some service to him. He had shot his first film, and he was in the process of editing, and long-story-short, something I said made sense (Call Ripley), and he was able to cut down his film from 120 minutes to around 100.
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I kept track of what he was doing, because the story he told on his blog was a good concept. I thought, "At least he started off on the right foot. Let's see what he does with it."
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Well, he kept at it and kept at it, until one day - completely out of the blue - he emails me and says he wants to send me a screener of his movie. Now for the most part, first time moviemakers create crappy movies, and I was thinking that I would rather rip my eyeballs out through my sphincter than watch it, but I said, "okay," and he sent me the movie.
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It sat on my desk for awhile (what a wonderfully nebulous word that can mean a few minutes, days, weeks or even months) until I decided to pop it in and see the horror for myself.
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Then the movie started... and surprise, surprise I wasn't feeling the need to do an anal-corneal removal. The opening credits looked good, professional even. I picked up the DVD case and held it in my hand while I watched the movie all the way through - without fast forwarding a bit.

You know the old saying, "I want a movie that speaks to me?" Not only was this one speaking to me, this one was whispering in my ear and going for my boys...
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When it was over, I stopped the DVD player and sat in the dark, thinking about it. It wasn't a great movie, but it was damn good. Entertaining, first and foremost. (Hi, Denis!) Not embarassing at all. I could see myself working with this guy- maybe.
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So I called him up and left a message:
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"Hi! It's Bill Cunningham and I just saw your movie, and I'd like to talk to you about it. Give me a call back if you could or send me an email. "
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He called back.
We talked.
Papers were exchanged. Promises made. Virgins sacrificed.
Now I'm representing his film, Sex Machine to distributors.

And Christopher Sharpe is the man.

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He took a killer concept and with little money, but a lot of creativity and ingenuity, made a movie we can sell. We've already received interest from several distributors. Enough interest that we'll have to hire a lawyer soon...

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So be on the lookout for it on your video store shelf. In the meantime, take a look at the website with all the trailers and doodads you kids like so much.

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(and does anyone know why Blogger is not allowing photos to post???)