For those of you who remember that I was going to direct a movie two years ago:
Exec: We're happy with the script, your budget looks fine --
John: I had two line producers run it for me separately, they came back with estimates within fifty grand of each other ...
Exec: We just need to find a lead.
John: James Purefoy.
John: James Purefoy. He flew himself in to audition. He tore the roof off the joint. Seriously, he was so good we just sat quietly for a few minutes after he left.
Exec: He's not a movie star.
John: No, he is a movie star who just hasn't been in any movies yet. We can be his first. We will look like geniuses. And he will rip it up.
Exec: We need to find a movie star who won't cost a lot.
John: James. Purefoy.
Exec: Nah. Wonder what Macavoy's doing?
John: He just did Wanted with Angelina FUCKING Jolie, he is not going to hang out in Montreal with me for a month doing a two-hander low-budget heist flick. He. Will. Not. Take. This. Job.
Exec: We'll send it to Macavoy.
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NOTE: I'm sorry, some people are misunderstanding. SOLOMON KANE is not my movie. SOLOMON KANE is the movie Purefoy went on to do right after my studio passed on him. My movie (a remake of Adieu L'ami) laid down and died when we couldn't get a lead actor at the price the studio would pay.