I was writing a screenplay, and then my mother told me about this movie:
It is VERY similar to my screenplay. I think if I completed my screenplay and it was filmed, this would be the worst possible version of it.
So I guess I have lost interest in writing this screenplay. I was writing it as an exercise, but I was still hoping that it might end up being good and it might end up being sold. My mother has crushed my dreams. I sort of wish she didn't tell me about this awful movie until I had finished the screenplay. Then I wouldn't have lost the inspiration to complete it. And although I couldn't sell it, at least it would still exist. I have wasted a lot of time. Fuck Hollywood for creating the shittiest version of what could have been a great movie.
Now I have another idea for a movie. It is a secret. The zeitgeist cannot steal it from me. Fuck the zeitgeist. Happy birthday. All of your ideas have been devoured by giant worm retards.