A biography for Matt Wallacehasn’t been written yet.
“Didn’t we option this one’s spec?” Producer One asks Producer Two, using his Italian-loafered foot to prod the eviscerated writer in question.There’s a whole pile of them.Dead writers, that is.Most of their hearts have been ripped from their chests. Some of them are missing their brains. Several are still clutching screenplays in their arms.”
“And try as we might, small magic never seems to win out over giant meat.”
“So you’re saying they don’t want to kill us, they want to fuck us?”“At that level of desire the two acts are interchangeable, sir.”
“Life is never that clean," he assures her. "Neither is magic.”