Author Archive: Barry Meyer
Confessions of a Shopaholic
An addict will get their jollies one way or the other. Nothing else matters but the sense of reassurance attached to the action so willingly done. Future addicts of the world – let us smoke cigarettes, drink alcohol, gamble, eat junk food, and have a late night rendezvous with the boss’s nineteen-year-old blond secretary. Sadly, [...]
Nobel Son
A father and son relationship is complicated. The father is the head of the house hold, the bread winner, and the keeper of his flock. The son, well, is just trying to survive the next eighteen years while living up to his dad’s expectations. His official title, other than couch potato or freeloader, is unknown. [...]
Valkyrie
There are a lot of schmucks out there in the world: the fifth member of the Beatles, you know, the one that called it quits because the kazoo just wasn’t in style, the creator of reality television, and the clueless despot who can’t decide whether Mentos is a candy or breathe freshener. The truth is [...]
The Adventure of English
The Adventure of English is a great buy for every writer and speaker of the English language. It brings together the history of a dialect unknown to many of us in 408 minutes. Impossible, you say? Well, the people from Acorn Media Group think otherwise and have done so in an intriguing and entertaining documentary. [...]
FLING
The title alone sounds like someone needs a shot of penicillin. Most people can count their flings on one hand. Others, those in line at the free clinic for a monthly visit, would need a certified public accountant to sum up their conquests. Whatever meaning a fling may have between the two being flung, there [...]
Revenge of the Boarding School Dropouts
It doesn’t take a lot of brain cells to make a stoner film. There is nothing to it – write a screenplay about two immature, sexually deprived, pot-smoking slackers and give them something clever to say. There are three elements needed here: a wacky adventure, naked women, and a lot of smoke. We can’t blame [...]

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