frustrated    w/  the formulaic script,
& setting out to make his ideal film;
the biblical       sci-fi epic [Sons of Thunder]; [          ]
starring the unnamed actress & an
unknown; upon hearing this,  Eli
booked a direct flight to Abu Dhabi
where he holed up w/ an ex-pat
Russian ****** until interior shooting was done;
it didn't take long;     Igor burned the Hollywood
crafted script & told the suit he'd lost it
when he was chased by a bull, or a dog;
or a dog the size of a bull;      Mastiff?
By that much, said Igor: Ivan burst in
w/ the new script, ink still wet on the pages;
                          we've still got attachments - we can't just leave a bunch of
movie stars standing around doing nothing -
Yest' bol'shiye chasti dlya vsekh! Ivan hollered;
[what'd he say? asked the suit]; he  says we will
only cast actors w/ big parts;
| [that's sort of ur trademark, isn't it - -] |        
da, said Igor the director, his conversations
                                  already being scripted
                                               for tabloid consumption - -