Anyone ever hear of a movie called Beer Drinker’s Guide to Fitness and Filmmaking? The “director” (who I’ve been told was a complete tool) couldn’t get backing for this piece of shit, so he ran his finances into the ground producing it himself, hoping he’d be able to recoup what he’d spent. Unfortunately, that doesn’t often work: for every Clerks or Hollywood Shuffle, there’s at least twenty of these dogs sitting in someone’s freezer while they try to find a distributor. Hell, I’ve worked on some of them.
Anyway, the point is, he also made a trailer, to be shown in advance of the few screenings he also had to buy time in, and got his son to look into the camera all doe-eyed and say, “Daddy says if you don’t go to see this film, we’ll starve.” Awwww…doesn’t that just touch your fuzzy ol’ heart? Hey, dad, here’s a suggestion: Feed the kid first, then make your stupid movie. Don’t count on me to make up for your total lack of responsibility.