I’ve written a byline for the found-footage tofu disaster film I’m looking to make. It goes like this:
There’s an alternate dimension out there where the creatures that inhabit it are so grotesquely surreal, so utterly obscene, that the mind flinches and generates the image of tofu. This is to keep your brain from caving in under the weight of its own shrieking madness.
That’s, like, 94% of what I have so far but I think I’m on a roll. I’m leaning heavily on having Liam Neeson play the hero archetype. I’ve been seeing Mr. Neeson in trailers for that, I don’t know, wolf pack movie or whatever, and I keep thinking, “If he was surrounded by a pack of tofu instead, I wouldn’t even need to fucking write this.”