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	<title>Comments on: The Pitch</title>
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		<title>By: George London</title>
		<link>http://elephantwords.co.uk/2008/07/29/the-pitch/#comment-4018</link>
		<dc:creator>George London</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 02:16:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Nice write.

Like the producer, I too saw that ending coming when the character was first introduced. I&#039;ve sat in movie theatres after having handed over way too much money for a seat that SHOULD be more comfortable than it actually is and 20 minutes in sighed and leant over to whoever I&#039;m with and whispered &quot;I hate that I&#039;ve seen so many movies. I really hope I got the twist wrong in this one...&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nice write.</p>
<p>Like the producer, I too saw that ending coming when the character was first introduced. I&#8217;ve sat in movie theatres after having handed over way too much money for a seat that SHOULD be more comfortable than it actually is and 20 minutes in sighed and leant over to whoever I&#8217;m with and whispered &#8220;I hate that I&#8217;ve seen so many movies. I really hope I got the twist wrong in this one&#8230;&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Chris Beckett</title>
		<link>http://elephantwords.co.uk/2008/07/29/the-pitch/#comment-3765</link>
		<dc:creator>Chris Beckett</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 21:26:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Nicely done.  The ending pops up from nowhere and yet makes complete sense within the context of the story (I think, tempered by a common cynicism many of us have re: the movie business).  Very enjoyable story.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nicely done.  The ending pops up from nowhere and yet makes complete sense within the context of the story (I think, tempered by a common cynicism many of us have re: the movie business).  Very enjoyable story.</p>
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		<title>By: Maxwell</title>
		<link>http://elephantwords.co.uk/2008/07/29/the-pitch/#comment-3751</link>
		<dc:creator>Maxwell</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 13:19:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Swirling inside the cerebral cortex with the dead pigeons lying amongst the used condoms and dirty needles. The leopard seal snaps his jaws, sinking teeth into the blubbery belly of an emperor penguin. This is poetry. The scarlet ink scrawls across the virgin snow. The last words of an alcoholic Japanese painter. I listen and nod and think that perhaps this is enough. The squalor fills my eyes and ears and nose. The rain taps the roof and the halogen light flickers. I hold his hand as he slips away. The ectoplasm shivers somewhere unknown. I flick the ash from my cigarette and spit into the gutter.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Swirling inside the cerebral cortex with the dead pigeons lying amongst the used condoms and dirty needles. The leopard seal snaps his jaws, sinking teeth into the blubbery belly of an emperor penguin. This is poetry. The scarlet ink scrawls across the virgin snow. The last words of an alcoholic Japanese painter. I listen and nod and think that perhaps this is enough. The squalor fills my eyes and ears and nose. The rain taps the roof and the halogen light flickers. I hold his hand as he slips away. The ectoplasm shivers somewhere unknown. I flick the ash from my cigarette and spit into the gutter.</p>
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		<title>By: Nicolas Papaconstantinou</title>
		<link>http://elephantwords.co.uk/2008/07/29/the-pitch/#comment-3705</link>
		<dc:creator>Nicolas Papaconstantinou</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 10:07:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve a worrying feeling that you&#039;ve perfectly captured the process by which most films actually get made. How very depressing.

Luckily, it&#039;s funny, too!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve a worrying feeling that you&#8217;ve perfectly captured the process by which most films actually get made. How very depressing.</p>
<p>Luckily, it&#8217;s funny, too!</p>
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