Brett, we aren't dead, but at the moment we are sort of in a coma. Economy has really slowed things down and we are in the process of trying to sell Rancho D'Amour and Walk-In. As soon as the sales on those two movies start to move forward we will be right back with the filming of Cheerleaders vs. Zombies.

Happy Halloween CvZ!!!

We've been gearing up for AFM (American Film Market) that happens in a couple weeks here in Santa Monica and have been a little distracted. In addition, we are also in the process of signing up a sales and marketing agent for our films. Sales agents actually are a big help for two reasons. The first is obvious, they help sell the films and get your money back from the making of the film. The second reason is a little less obvious, but maybe even more important in that they help you tailor your film to what the market wants so that it can be more commercially successful. For instance, did you know that in a lot of Europe, where nudity is no big deal, a whole bunch of films can't get sold there because the violence is way too graphic. So, tone down the graphic violence a little bit and the film can be so much more successful. Yes, I know some people will think that is pandering to the "suits", but hey, if we don't make money off these films, then we won't be making films.

Heyooo!!! Mister Bill and Mister Cavernsboyyyyee, quick question:;:;:what is going on with the casting for this finger licking good action horror comedy with boobies smashly hit pro-duck-shun? I haven't seen any posts about what's going on lately. I, for three, would like to start thrasing, or start watching somebody thrash upon zombies like delicious candy filled pinatas. Great, now I'm hungry, gotta go, my mom is calling me for dinner, another night of beenie weenies and spamerol (spam in a casserole) and for dessert a nice big helping of I'm going to shoot myself in the face. Sweet mother of Jehovah I need to get outta here......that's a farce just FYI....there's no such thing as spamerol..... ...

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