JJ Abrams is a nice guy. He granted a dying man's last wish and arranged for a private screening of an early cut of Star Trek into Darkness for him. I mean, c'mon, what a mensch. Which is why I'm sure after he reads the following letter, he'll allow me to get to read the new draft of Michael Arndt's Star Wars Episode VII script.
I am suffering from an affliction. An affliction of the sexually transmitted variety. I won't get into specifics of which one, but let's just say that it's visible, it's red and it burns. How did I get this? That's not important. I was young. I was innocent. I was naive. But it's a problem. I wear this scarlet letter upon my face, alienating any single girls who may want to go out on the weekends. Because let's face it: No one wants to date the Hot Zone. So basically I'm saying I've got some time on my hands. Time that could very well be spent reading the draft of your next movie, Star Wars Episode VII. Read More »