This is not some damning condemnation of perceived racism in the movie industry, this is more along the lines of a sad observation that, somewhere along the way, the cocaine that flowed in studio boardrooms like rivers during the hedonistic insanity of the seventies must have run dry and not a single producer left has the balls to take the risk of making a movie out of a story so emotionally complex and staggering in its artistic scope.
We’re usually always together, Dignity. I see you constantly! But last night at the Pheta Kappa Pi party, I lost you when I took my fifth shot of Patron. You were just like, “K, bye” and I haven’t seen you since! This morning, I woke up in some random guy’s bed. I think his name was Brock? And he told me, “Your dignity called when you were asleep and told me to tell you to fuck off.” Rude!