I'm Beautiful... or not. Don't judge a book by it's cover. Both cliques have been circling in the old gray matter. Maybe as a gentle reminder that all is not as it appears. Glamorous movie stars don't live on easy street. If Die Hard, Bruce Willis walked on broken glass or fell from a great height onto a container truck, for real, he wouldn't be able to stand up and fight the bad guys. Only to walk, not limp, to the ambulance in the aftermath. It's all smoke and mirrors; in the movies and many times, in many homes, in life.
I'm asked a lot about the cover to Forever Yours. Why so plain... Shouldn't you put a haunted house on it, a ghost at least. Covers sell. Sell, sell, sell.
Maybe I should ask Bruce Willis if he wouldn't mind being plastered on the cover. Better yet, perhaps he would be free to star in the movie as Charles Boss. After all, after Sixth Sense, he should be very good at being a dead person.
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