A door that trades twenty-five years of your life for one hour with the dead. A man losing a woman to Glen Powell. A marathon that turns into a divorce at mile nineteen. A six-pound dog that refuses to let its owner die.
Different genres, different rules about what is allowed to be funny. Same person standing over something broken, refusing to walk away from it.
Some are ready to make. Some are here to prove what I can do. None of them are filler.
Every finished script opens with an email address — the pages and the pitch packet, right now.
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