Drive-throughs sit at the intersection of the two most common instances where people get unreasonably angry over stupid, inconsequential shit going wrong: Driving and getting food. I feel like you just should not be fucking around in that space in particular.
“To those who question what an 80-year-old man is doing writing a sexy, erotic thriller: the rumors of my cinematic impotence are exaggerated and ageist,” Esztherhas said in a statement to TheWrap. “I call my writing partner the TWISTED LITTLE MAN and he lives somewhere deep inside me. He was born 29 and he will die 29 and he tells me he is ‘sky high up’ to write this piece and provide viewers with a wild and orgasmic ride. That makes me very happy.”
Jesus christ. They’re paying this creepy old lecher $4M to make up a reason for Sharon Stone to uncross her legs in front of the camera again because that’s the only thing anyone remembers about that movie. Is the AI not cutting it or…?
Damn, I really thought Marty Sliva was onto something.