A Feather on your Funnybone

This gave me a tickle:

http://mrbeaks.typepad.com/for_no_good_reason/2005/04/on_avoiding_cli.html

There was a very long article on "The Interpreter" in the last issue of Creative Screenwriting. I didn't read it because the weight and portentousness of the thing seemed entirely due to the fact that Frank, Randolph, Pollack et al were willing to give CW a relatively exclusive look at their creative process, and therefore CW felt obligated to show them all the dumb, panting affection of a puppy allowed inside the house for the first time. So far the reviews of the film have been middling, and I believe them. Frank has been one of the best stable scripters of the last ten years or so, and Zaillian has had his share of sucess as well, but there seems to be the distinctly oil-and-nicotine scented perfume in the air redolent of too many cooks huddling over the soup.