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TIM RICHARDSON (Director/Writer/Executive Producer)
is a super duper guy. No really, I’m not just saying that. And it has nothing to do with him threatening to credit me for my work in this “interesting” film. When he’s not busy directing Civil War (yawn) films like “Kill the Messenger” or dopey online sitcoms such as “Nobody’s Listening” (or watching), he enjoys draw’ring cartoons, scarring the minds of impressionable Boy Scouts, tending to his unhealthy fascination with Legos, and harassing his loving, doting parents with his general manic existence. Future plans include running his media company full time and eventually death.
JAMES PICKENS (Director of Photography/Writer)
is obviously a masochist for even being involved in this film. A once respectable individual, he now burrows himself deep within his parents’ dungeon where he spends his nocturne editing, followed by his computers exploding upon completion. If he were to return to the sane self he once was he’d likely enjoy watching rotten old B-movies, animating belligerent finger-flipping apes and attaching horses to wheels in video games.
JACK PETERSON (Co-director/Botanist)
is best known for his role as a child actor in the 1964 New Zealand situational comedy “Aggie Soaks” portraying the pretentious and mildly flatulent Zigby. As an adult he went on to direct regional theatre where he wrote and produced “Panchy Wangers,” a comedy about serial killers, key lime pie and an exploding baby carriage. Crossing easily over to film, he directed the 248 hour mini-series of the complete works of Heinrich Zorr, a Swiss fantasy/murder mystery/romantic comedy author. Peterson currently resides in the seaside town of Wansplot with his wife and six beautiful sandwiches.
MICHAEL KOUROUBETES (Writer/Producer/Philosopher)
is foolish enough to actually want his name in the credits for this travesty. In fact, he’d like every thing he’s ever done in his bio so here goes…born Greek-American, he grew up sucking down gyros and writing “intellectual” short stories and plays about war, naked Japanese women, dogs, and the mother’s womb. He wrote the screenplays for “Plunge” and “A:\kill” is still harangued by drunken investor friends asking “Where’s my dough, Writer Boy?” In addition to writing he enjoys thinkin’, drinkin’ and winkin’ (at naked Japanese women…or dogs…or war).
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