Friday evening, end of a week in the city of angels, the fabled La La Land, where on occasion, Evil Editor endures the shallow artifice of the movie industry as he tries to sell the rights to his most promising properties. The only constant in this town of bleached white smiles and spray-on tans is the slick insincerity that seeps from every sweaty pore.
Tired of jostling for position on the sidewalks and subway where everyone is an actor whom no one directs, EE swims through the sea of Louis Vui
Published on March 01, 2009 07:10