Sometimes a moustache will get you somewhere. About 3 years ago, I was asked because of my moustache if I wanted to audition for a new film, set in 19th century Paris. It was about two rival watchmakers, whose magical mechanisms become entwined when their children fall in love. It was a great script, but it missed some twists and turns and links and a bit of logic. I failed the audition, but without being asked I gave them a dramaturgical report, and now guess what. I have a film credit. Flippers. I am a script consultant.
GROOVE IS IN THE HEART!
HERE IS THE TRAILER.