A Genius Remains Unrecognized

HUBRIS CONTEST:

John shouted into his megaphone, sending the entire set scrambling. He was in command. He was a god, and "Flesh Would Melt" was his creation, his masterpiece finally springing to life.

Even amidst the commotion, there was a still part of John's mind that was not occupied by the calculating of f-stops or picking out of wallpaper patterns. He thought of the first time he'd seen Hamlet performed, wondering at the rapturous applause, and thinking to himself that if he had been in charge, he would have done better.

Almost exactly one year later, John's film premieres to universal vilification.

From Guest Contributor Eduardo Felin

Famous Last Words

Stanley Ash paused at the doorway. As with everything, he wanted his departure to be appropriately dramatic.

"This may be the last time you ever hear from Stanley Ash"

The applause was polite. Stanley Ash knew instinctively he had underwhelmed.

He ignored the sycophantic drooling of his assistants. He rejected the escort back to his penthouse. He refused to utter a single word to anyone, and with a wave of his hand, emptied the room. He was silently composing his next speech, determined to win their hearts, not just their obedience.

Ironically, no one saw Stanley Ash alive ever again.