Dear Mr Slater...
Once upon a time, you as somewhat estranged actor, pumped up the volume so loudly causing me and my undereducated mind to explode with a film frenzy never expereinced before! Returning thankfully and greatfully to my screen with true and honest avengence, extravagence fills my veins causing them, alongside my eyes, to pop with ecstatic delight and all before I've even had a chance to see your latest film.
The deviating sinister soundtrack sexily enhances my taste buds into a temptation beyond recognition pleasing my sights to the highest form. As you sit at your LA Tech Comapany desk, I wait...and I wait some more! Finally I have persuaded the local video store with all my womanly charms to obtain a copy of 'He Was A Quiet Man' from Amazon to whereby I don't quite understand why I couldn't just do this myself? Yawn...Anyway in just over two weeks time I will be unobtainable for at least a whole day and probably in awe for at least one month and maybe, knowing me knowing you, affected for life?
You do this to me...
How extraordinary can this be? You have finally hit the crack pot! Sorry...wrong kind of pot! I mean jackpot and regardless to your past infamous publicity, to whereby we all like a bad boy, I have finally found my hero! This film would not be were it not for you and to whom whoever wrote this film? This is one movie where nobody else matters...
Christian you are more than just a star...Indeed much greater than any nobleman...You are also undoubtedly one of the finest actors known to mankind and kind women alike, but in this film you simply are not...You see my old china tea cup, there was never really any script written atall now was there?
He may have been a quiet man, but you were...
Bob Maconel
