Still haven't seen the danged thing.
Should rent it one of these days.

So… in a nut shell he wrote the script with his penis. He went to Scientology convention, b/c he heard it was a great place to pick up chicks, gets asked to read/ look at L. Ron's books, meets Travolta, writes it, green lighted, and then regretted.

Predicting he will be murdered, I mean “commit suicide” in ten, nine, eight ….

This is very entertaining read… I'm kind of curious now what the original script was like, if it really was “The 'Schindler's List' of sci-fi.”

This is the only movie that I actually walked out of. A quarter of the way through I didn't care about the money loss.