Phew! Another short one. Well, I get to take a short break from de-snowing the driveway anyhow. Our next auteur is cinematographer-turned-director Christin St. John. Many cinematographers have made the leap to the director's chair. After all, are they not called "Director of Photography"? The only ones I can think of at the moment are Barry Sonnenfeld, Jan de Bont and Peter Hyams... oh, right. Hyams and Steven Soderbergh do both. Never mind. It does reduce some of the on-set bickering, that's for sure.
As of this writing, Miss St. John only has the two credits to her name, and they couldn't be more different, in this blogger's humble opinion. The first is called Valerie, and, well... as much as I hate to say it, it sounds a bit like I Shot Andy Warhol. I'm just going by the plot description, mind you. But who knows? Maybe there's a different take on the incident. Anything's possible. From there, St. John will be directing her second feature called Nikki. It's about a woman, a young woman, who finds herself in the business of, um... professional nudism? Something like that. Well, if there's still good money to be made in stripping, then that gives me hope. Not to become a stripper, mind you, just that the cash value of naked skin is still a thing. Hopefully the market for that doesn't crash, despite the influence of the Internet. Still, I couldn't help but think of an old Saturday Night Live skit I once saw on TV before the cable company got into a bidding war. Heck, I might even be able to find it on YouTube. Who, Me Tube? Yes, YouTube! Certainly not Vimeo. Too many rules... nope, all they seem to have is Luke Wilson clips from 2004. Anyway, it was some kind of speed dating sketch, and the guy was meeting different women, and Aidy Bryant came out and said "I'm an online content provider, and that content is porn." But again, thank God for the easy cash of good old fashioned live entertainment.
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