It’s 5:22 am on a Thursday morning in Los Angeles.
It’s pouring rain.
Every sign is that Paramount will be chopped up for parts before the end of the year. None of the people who seem to want to buy the company have deep enough pockets to do anything else.
Argylle is a punching bag for writers who are too bored to bother.
Sundance is over and a couple of t…
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