"A painstakingly aesthetic diversion for undemanding teenagers."
"Excuse me?"
In which an unapologetically brutal film-critic pisses off the CEO of a production company. Without a second glance or a single apology but blissfully with both middle fin...
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💭📽 a little message 💭📽
You have every right to be this beautiful. Just thought I'd let you know. In case you forgot, you cute idiot.
💭📽 summary 💭📽
Kairavi Rakshan is a part-time film-critic, who's sick of it. She's sick of cliche storylines, poor execution of unfathomably boring scripts, and her most favourite — toxic tropes. She drags filmmakers through the mud, rips the writer apart, and sends those films off with the best farewell parties every chance she gets.
Arthur Seasons is the full-time head of a thriving production company who's sick of it. He's sick of all the hard work, trust and time a company puts into a film, being overlooked so easily by ruthless and insensitive film-critics that just don't understand what it's like to be behind the cameras.
Therefore, when the two meet, a respectful and stimulating conversation about each other's takes would be beneficial.
Pause. Rewind. Delete.
Middle fingers fly up in the air, papers get torn apart, and second-hand furniture gets broken.
