It was a snowy February night as I sat up in my bed staring at pictures of Mary-Kate and Ashley, dreaming of sunnier days. Ben stormed into the room, one hand gripping a microwave pizza, the other running through his golden locks. (Nothing like pie grease as mousse — endorsed by ski bums everywhere.)
“Ok man, I’ve got it. We call the movie Signatures. The seasons, the individual, the snowsurf style, the turn — they’re all connected.”
Ben handed me a napkin with a treasure map to the hidden temple of McDonald’s and a couple notes he’d scratched on our film-to-be. Hit with divine inspiration, he had penned the plan at the helm of our latest epic Japanese road trip…
After buffing out the idea for some four more months, there you have it folks, our title for the new Sweetgrass Productions film: Signatures. As for the pizza mousse, anyone know who we talk to for a Tombstone sponsorship?