The beauty of funding this thing on my own dime is that I can shoot anything I can imagine. And bring anyone down to my level.
Heck, I could put fancy thespian Steven in boxers and a wifebeater and throw him into a scalding-hot dumpster on a 103-degree day with his mouth and wrists duct-taped. Oh wait, I did:
“Hucksters”. Coming this fall.
