Just Another Plebian — Err, Philistine!

by Smiley McGrouchpants, Jr-Esq-III

     "It's about grasp of material."
     "But you can't just read Robbe-Grillet and write a screenplay like this!"
      "It's got layers to it!"
      He finished his drink.
      "Four people end up dead in the first ten minutes!  Who's the audience supposed to identify with?"
      He wiped his mouth.
      "There's a mouse on the floor."
      "There's a ... what?  A mouse on the floor?"
       He ordered another.  Are some peanuts.
       "Look, Albany, NY's like a game board  people live on it, and believe these things."
        "I don't like it.  I don't like it."
        He munched some peanuts, and looked around the room nervously.  The waiter brought his next drink.
         "Gracias."  He took a sip.
         "What about the mouse."
         "He squeaks.  Look, somebody'll fund it."
         "How can you be sure?"
         "Albany, NY's stupid!  That's how."

                                      THE END