An Apology
I just signed away my life to IMDB, so I better make this count.
The following apology is a response to all of those of good taste who abhorred this abomination. I have no reason for doing this, since I had nothing to do with this(I hesitate to call it a movie), but it has become increasingly obvious that none of you are getting an apology from the real Leigh Slawner. So, I take it upon myself to do so. *AHEM* (assumes the role of Leigh Slawner)
Dear sci-fi movie fans, bad movie aficionados, and everyone else that I have disgraced,
I Leigh Slawner, am sorry. I cannot even begin to explain my regret for this movie as well as for all of the others. I know I put up a strong, Simon Cowellesque attitude most of the time, but as we all know, I'm nothing but a sad, sad person who regrets their mistakes.
At first it was meant to be fun. I knew that the Asylum made bad mockbusters, and yes, I knew that I was supposed to adhere to that when I sold my soul to them. I thought it wouldn't be such a bad thing, really; I'd make a terrible movie, people would rent it and laugh at how lame it was, they'd move on, I'd collect my check, maybe have a chuckle at the witty public response, and that would be that. Honestly, who among us would think that could go wrong?
But it did. It was just supposed to be an ordinary day, that day I went to see how it was coming along. I called my mom and told her I would talk to her later that morning. If I'd known what would happen, I might've said more. The moment I walked into the studio I knew something was wrong. Everyone kept telling me not to watch, but I thought they were being funny, so I watched what would soon be Transmorphers. I can't quite remember what happened exactly, I just remember seeing those AWFUL things, the shaky camera, the terrible CGI, and the sound, MY GOD, THE SOUND! I barely made it to the bathroom when I started vomiting and crying and wanting to claw my eyes out. We all do stupid things when we're scared, we all do. I knew the right thing to do would have been to stay, and maybe it might have turned out half-decent. But I didn't. I just...didn't. I collected my money and ran. I just ran, okay?
(Pauses to wipe away tears and compose himself.)
And so it just happened. Transmorphers happened. I never saw the finished project, but once you see what I did, you don't want to see anything like it. When the Asylum heard the news, they did something they would never do before or since. They showed pity. They returned my soul and fired me to try and ease the pain and suffering. But it didn't.
So why do I come here, defending a film that I refuse to even watch? To be honest, I'm not sure why. Maybe I'm trying to defend myself for not knowing what I had gotten into, maybe I was making up for not helping this movie when I should have, or maybe I'm defending what this movie could've been, instead of what it is. I don't know. I just want to say that to all of the people who defend this movie along with me, you can stop all the lies. I release you from your vocations. May you now begin to rebuild your lives.
And to the rest of you, I don't expect to be forgiven. I don't expect to be shown any mercy. All I want is for you to know that I am sorry, and that I am not a bad man, just not a lucky man. And for all of those aspiring writers that I put down, please, PLEASE don't make the same mistake I did. Don't be pig headed, listen to other people's ideas, and most importantly, don't walk away. Thank you, and I'm sorry.
-Leigh Slawner