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Harvey Weinstein Joins the PP&C Cast and Crew! O.J. Squeezed Out of a PP&C Role. Expiration on his Soul was Past Due! R. Kelly Pissed On and Off, Too!
12/21/22. Press Rider for the Hollywood Insider.
Harvey Weinstein rues the fiendish irony of his legit #metoo’s. Harvey has joined the cast and crew of PP&C as Lila Ċepa’s Producer/Cellmate in Fremont’s Sex Offender Prison:“Camp Cupcake.” Harvey was recruited to produce Lila Ċepa’s “Foot/hand-loose” musical.
Critics have called PP&C “Awful” like a “Dear John” letter that ends in a “Save the Date” with a better, (less incarcerated) John seen from the wrong side with bad angles of angels that have fallen and can’t get up. A cruel musical performed on lock down by bad actors locked up state, with “WOW” factors amendment 8 may not allow. Chapters of jingoisms, stereotypes and hate, all filtered through a Satyagrahi vow, broken in fates and scrolls, extreme. All in the dream of now before the theme of parole is scripted by a former Green Beret/Intel Asset in a Cold War role. Have a wet look at this melting, yellow snow. Washing itself of itself, leaving behind the smells that make you wanna go.
Cue Coldplay’s “Yellow.”
Hit “GO” on the Big Lebowski.
Pull the rug back nice and slow…to see what’s swept under, from over the heads that know…not what they do. All this “Christ-like,” waiting for this cue: A Crucifixion we can all dance to. Dance, cracker-ass-crackers! Longinus has a shiv and a sinly prior, there’s nothing he won’t do, trying to aim higher, to pierce the heart, to play his part in the wire. Where the casting couch was set on fire, and the director asked how well I could crouch in the sofa pyre and read the following lines: I, Harvey Weinstein, will produce Lila’s Musical Dream of Rhymes: Pillow-Fight-Club. But only as a pre-talkie dubbed in black and blue times. Filmed doggy-style, loved-up good in the mind’s eye, where the karmic lens cleanses the bloom off Hollywood’s Prima Naechte flower. An hour to rejoice as a Tinseltown statue goes the way of Shelly’s Ozymandias. Knees stuck in the sand, producing seamen for the dried oceans of the cinematic promised land, where no one really belongs. Lila Ċepa’s Prison Prose and Cons is being produced by one of the former Miramax John’s. I, Harvey Weinstein, am one of Lila Ċepa Winyan Sapa’s Cons. She captured my heart, the same way the Goop girl got the “Shakespeare In Love” part. Awkward, sticky fumblings in the dark…night of the soul, giving it up by going down to get the role. Kissing frogs for a princely goal: to wet lips and shake hips and spear with the royal quips of the next Shakespeare. Check sound and we are rolling…
Cue: The FEAR.
Background…And ACTION! Sing to it. Dance with it! Keep your cue. What does it look like to you?
March 2, 2017. Rejection Letter.
O.J. Is the new black.
I, Orenthal James Simpson, sent Lila Ċepa my acting reel and available acting dates and she sent me the following bars-of-steel PP&C boilerplate:
Dear Offender Simpson,
Thank you for your (as of late) interest in joining the innocent cast and crew of PP&C. We have reviewed your checkered past and knew (pause for dramatic effect) our musical wasn’t for you. You are a garden-variety typecast of bad actors playing ab-fab morons blacklisted under blue batons, living in the past. Cue: Glory Days by Springsteen. As we pass on your curriculum vitae for Lila Ċepa’s dream, we awake and laugh at your curdled thoughts, that spoiled OJ (over Tang) was right for this staged team of astronauts looking to feather the stars before breakfast and hang from Orion’s Belt in every scene of pelt and pillow-fight-club. Spots of prison ink dot the PP&C universe. A scarlet inkwell for T.H.E. Pen lettered in surreal verse. Footloose poetry worse than hell but better than your Orange Juice shtick that turned to the curse of a dark magic trick. You’re worst than a bad actor, you are a fucking prick. A bad magician lost in slapstick that should disappear in the prison stink.
Sincerely,
Big, Fat, Black Chick/Lila Ċepa Winyan Sapa.
Director/Casting from burning couches in the clink, thinking of the inability to let go of spouses and hate, will cause issues with the prostate, leading you to another date (OJ fade to black) with UPS colors Brown and Gold, on the back side of life’s fates scrolled. Karma graffiti’d in blood on the heavenly gates to behold. Forgiveness makes the only bewitched key, I’m told. Expedited shipping is pitched, but never sold.
R. Kelly's Rejection Letter.
