Maureen Callahan

It was the Duplass Brothers joint.

The Duplass Brothers, again, explain them to me.

Fire Festival and Going Clear had a baby with the room.

Anyway, I ended up having to direct the movie via the chaotic clown, quote, director, actor, producer, financer, studio head at the center.

And then we get into rehashing Ryan's text to Matt Damon.

It's a cult.

He's a loser, blah, blah, blah, blah.

we've been editing since i kid you not july and they gave me 10 days to do my own pass you know why they were just trying to assuage you and ameliorate you the studio wasn't interested in your cut there's a reason they only gave you 10 days they were setting you up to fail sister read the room

I have a friends and family preview in New York on Saturday in the meantime, so I can get one round of notes or feedback before we duke it out, meaning duke it out with Justin, the hire director.

Again, this is thievery.

She's stealing.

She's not just stealing something.

She's trying to kill this guy's career, and she's trying to enlist the likes of Ben Affleck and Matt Damon.

Bradley Cooper, Taylor Swift to do it.

This is dastardly, dastardly shit.

And I hope she never, ever fucking recovers from it.

I hope the best work she can get is shilling her line of hair care products that she thought was a great idea to shill while she's promoting a movie about domestic violence.

Because you know what really matters?

That your hair looks great when your husband's beating the fucking shit out of you.

I guess Tina Turner was her fucking inspiration.