July 29th, 2006

Mark!

I've Got It

"An American Werewolf In London" relies on physical horror, and does not translate to the next generation.

"The Fly" relies on psychological horror, and does translate to the next generation.

Therefore, in order to relate to the next generation, I must understand the concept of psychological horror.

Seth Roberts drops the contract in front of David Cronenburg. "You sign this, everybody goes home happy."

"I suppose." David slips on his reading glasses. "This says I'll direct your next movie."

"Of course. It's a romantic comedy. You'll love it."

"I don't really do comedy," David replies. "It's not really my -"

"You did The Fly?" Seth interrupts. "Remember the scene where Geena Davis wants to abort Jeff Goldblum's baby?"

David frowns. "I don't see what that has to do with this."

"You co-wrote the screenplay," Seth continues, "which you then directed. You know how it goes. The British tabloids get ahold of it first."

David tries to object. "It's been twenty years!"

"You think they care how long it's been?" Seth's far-away look is gone now; he's focused directly on Cronenburg, hypnotising him with a very personal vision of a new brand of hell. "The Canadian Sun chain gets ahold of it, and then the Associated Press. The New York Times. The San Francisco Chronicle. The Chicago Tribune. Cronenburg In Favor Of Mothers Killing Their Unborn Children." He leans back. David's face has fallen past the brink; he's screwed and he knows it. "Either you read that headline in every North American paper tomorrow, or you help me build my empire."

Cronenburg signs. Seth smirks.