Frank Darabont a attaqué AMC pour récupérer des sous (si j'ai bien suivi , Darabont accuse AMC d'avoir vendu sa série à ses chaînes partenaires pour un montant inférieur à ce qui était attendu, le privant ainsi de revenus substantiels puisque son contrat prévoyait qu'il toucherait 10% de certains profits). Bref, là ou ça devient chelou/rigolo, c'est que les dirigeants d'AMC, pour se défendre et peindre un portrait de Darabont en créateur ingérable qu'ils ont eu raison de virer, a mis sur la place publique le contenu de certains emails adressés par Darabont à certains collaborateurs de la série, et on peut dire que le père Frankie n'y va pas avec le dos de la cuillère.
F— you all for giving me chest pains because of the staggering f—ing incompetence, blindness to the important beats, and the beyond-arrogant lack of regard for what is written being exhibited on set every day. I deserve better than a heart attack because people are too stupid to read a script and understand the words. Does anybody disagree with me? Then join the C-cam operator and go find another job that doesn’t involve deliberately f—ing up my show scene by scene.
Please let’s stop invoking the “writers room.” There IS no writers room, which you know as well as I do. I am the writers room. The lazy f—ing a–holes who were supposedly going to be my showrunners threw that responsibility on me after wasting five months of my time.
If it were up to me, I’d have not only fired Chic Egles and Jack LoGuidice when they handed me the worst episode 3 script imaginable, I’d have hunted them down and f—ing killed them with a brick, then gone and burned down their homes. I haven’t even spoken to those worthless talentless hack sons-of-bitches since their 3rd draft was phoned in after five months of all their big talk and promises that they’d dig deep and have my back covered.
They didn’t have my back, they rammed knives into it.
Professional courtesy is something one earns, and those douchebags have not earned mine. I don’t want to see them cc-ed on ANYTHING any more. They renounced that privilege by not even trying to live up to their job descriptions, by instead leaving me dangling in the wind like a hanged man. Calling their 103 “phoned-in” would be vastly overstating, because they were too busy wasting my time and your money to bother picking the damn phone up. Those f—ing overpaid con artists.