Don't use TWOA as a way of scolding me. You two made your own bed by using illegal methods to communicate with me about Weeded Out, and you furthered that with what can only be described as a serious attempt at conversion therapy.
Just Like Yesterday = yes. Weeded Out: the movie = no.
NEVER bring the wānanga into it ever again, Tory! I'm not taking this course for you.
I come here to get away from people hassling me to be a movie star, and I don't expect to walk into a guilt trip because some rich fat dyke is upset that I didn't attend a meeting when I set clear stipulations on what had to happen before I'd attend. I'm taking Te Reo to write Shipwrecked on Islands. I didn't come to the Film Commission meeting yesterday because Ainsley broke the rules. As head of funding, she chose to use that Green Party back channel to try and communicate about Tina.
Absolutely illegal. Absolutely unacceptable. This is why I hate the fucking Greens.
My invitation to Chloe and Golriz to join AMPP remains open, btw. - There is no legal way of forcing production. Sole credit and the songs that they want to use are clearly being used in another script that I'm developing. No more pleas, please. That, Taika, is the actual answer. My songs are my IP, and it's my choice what context that they are to be sung in. Weeded Out can exist if a professional producer that's friends with Ainsley actually approaches me openly, offers a fair sum, and accepts that writing is the only thing that I'm willing to do for that production. You do realise that NZ Opera is serious about producing The Perfumed Garden, right?
I'd rather be fantasising about the opera that is quickly gathering steam rather than debating a film that I've clearly already made (Dakumentary = what the webseries became). Sorry, but I wasn't even charged of a crime. Ainsley is treating me like a prisoner. Ladies, if you want me to remain well and quit drinking, then Tina dies. Legally speaking, the police can't force me to make a film as a result of my bad behaviour, and I think they're probably the most satisfied clients re: the Dakumentary. Speaking ethically, your interest in me is both unwelcome and transphobic, given that you fundamentally see me as a man (it's obvious, dykes .. lesbians are often confronted by my unusual style).
You were given a clear cease-and-desist, and I offered to sell the screenplay.
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I'm so fucking sick of being compared to Don!
Don McGlashan is more than welcome to only drink water and not get high, but Don wasn't chased out of his house and assaulted, let alone told he was a pervert by the Mayor of Wellington.
The dissociative effects help me cope. Tikanga thing: if you want trans people to feel accepted in Te Ao Māori, then it has to be clear that they're allowed to stand with the gender they identify as. We just had a problem with that today: the tyranny of the majority decided I was too manly to stand with the wahine. It was a vibe thing: I sensed. While people like Elizabeth are welcome to fantasise about an inclusive past, the inherent binary of the marae presents a serious problem for 21st Century people, both tangata whenua and tiriti. As for film tikanga: we have a process. It's called optioning a script.
Ainsley has to accept that she can't game the system because she likes a script, and that's my message to Ant: she's a regular receiver of Film Commission money, and has no idea how to make my kind of movie.
I'd let Michelle Cameron direct if I was just the writer, and we got a guarantee that our new process was the one that we were going to use, rather than the old process.
Sinead totally stole my ideas for ThreeNews re: DLSR cameras. I love seeing stuff like that: it makes me feel good as a film technician when I see people listening to my ideas.
Next up would be a major news company using Ambisonics microphones. That's the innovation my brother used to make those RP live films so good.
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Again, Ainsley should have simply emailed months ago, saying that she'd seen my ad and was wondering about optioning Weeded Out.
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The fact that you thought to give me a lesson on professionalism after doing something as illegal as using your political connections to get in contact with me, after I'd already made it extremely clear that I had no interest in making that film, is staggering.
Fucking fat Māori dykes are always like this! Always entitled, always smug, always used to controlling the room. They hate that this thin white boy has mana, and that all those old gay guys really love me.
Like, to be blunt, Spielberg loves my movies. I doubt he loved the fixer-uppers or whatever that piece of bullshit that Taika put his name on so that you could get the money was called (Breaker Uppers). Taua is bloody good, though. -
Yes, I could get the money, but it's illegal to continue asking after I've said no. Don hasn't actually said no, and that's why I'm still updating him on Shipwrecked. I'm hoping to chat with Paddy in the near future about my projects as well.
Look, maybe Don knew my Dad back in the day or whatever, so he's particularly sympathetic, but I think it's largely that we speak the same language as musicians. At least Don and Harry aren't saying to cut the climate change activism. They seem into it. People keep on asking why I sound like Don. That's the explanation: Don was my Dad's favourite songwriter and I grew up listening to the Mutton Birds.