Cliffyb/WyckyG --Master Hypesters --anti-story--anti art: New Line = Bottom Line

Cliffyb & WyckyG have such massive egos that they think that their egos alone can carry the Gears of War movie, sans story, sans poetry, sans art, sans plot, sans character.

Beattie doesn't have a Lord of the Rings in his soul. He's a Hollywood hack who detests story as much as Cliffyb & Wyckyg. Stuartyb has never written a deep, profound, meaningful story. The sooner he gets the hell out of Hollywood, the better off we'll all be.

In the Feb. 2007, #212, Electronic Gaming Monthly, Shoe & Shawn Elliott report, in an article called: Afterthoughts: Gears of War, in an interview with CliffyB:

EGM: The Mad World trailer (of Gears of War) is pretty cool, but you never have that big encounter in the game, and you never really explore the human, emotional side of the story like the commercial hints at. False advertising?

Jonas Allen writes at http://www.dailygame.net/news/archives/006086.php :

Cliffy B. can kiss my ass. I mean that in the most polite way possible. Before you start penning the hate mail, take a look at our Gears of War review. That's right, it won an Editor's Choice award. So why the venom for Cliffy B.? Because that was the hardest Editor's Choice award I've ever doled out. I literally lost sleep before writing our review, because I couldn't decide whether Gears of War was really worth the score. At the end of the day, there aren't any significant faults with the game, and the gameplay mechanics have me itching to play more, so the award was warranted. But the game's so-called story made it really tempting to score Gears of War an 8.9 out of spite.

I would like to challenge Cliffyb and WyckyG to a televised debate regarding New Line's hype- before-art tactics, and their use of hype, money and intimidation to shut true story, filmmakers, and artists out of Hollywood. The culture is declining, the familiy is breaking up, abortions are soaring, Wall street's hedge fund contoritionists and subprime hawkers are getting richer on the backs of the middle class, and Cliffyb & Wyckyg are laughing all the way on down, as brave souls are sent to foreign shores to fight and die for the ever-augmenting debauchery.

What is needed is more transparency. Where does New Line get its money, and why do they oppose classic, majestic, epic art and story with plot, character, and soul? Wall Street has destroyed the classic american family, so it makes sense that New Line, who works for Wall Street, also detests story, plot, character, spirit, and soul.

As the gap between the poor and rich grows, as WyckyG and Cliffyb drive their fancy cars around town, story and art die, all to serve New Line's bottom line via hype, hype, and hype. New Line's new name should be Bottom Line.

And like all the modern hipster-hypseter fanboy hedge funds, they want to drag all of culture down with them, like the Whale at the end of Moby Dick.

But as the last whelmings intermixingly poured themselves over the sunken head of the Indian at the mainmast, leaving a few inches of the erect spar yet visible, together with long streaming yards of the flag, which calmly undulated, with ironical coincidings, over the destroying billows they almost touched;—at that instant, a red arm and a hammer hovered backwardly uplifted in the open air, in the act of nailing the flag faster and yet faster to the subsiding spar. A sky-hawk that tauntingly had followed the main-truck downwards from its natural home among the stars, pecking at the flag, and incommoding Tashtego there; this bird now chanced to intercept its broad fluttering wing between the hammer and the wood; and simultaneously feeling that etherial thrill, the submerged savage beneath, in his death-gasp, kept his hammer frozen there; and so the bird of heaven, with archangelic shrieks, and his imperial beak thrust upwards, and his whole captive form folded in the flag of Ahab, went down with his ship, which, like Satan, would not sink to hell till she had dragged a living part of heaven along with her, and helmeted herself with it.

Long after all the fanboyisms have faded, and all the WyckyG and CliffyB Bottom Line hype has faded from eclipsing Truth and Beauty, profound, eloquent art such as Moby Dick will rise again.

I know how all those fanboy hedge fund managers play--I know how the Hollywood douchebags run the town, with their little, violent blurbs and backstabbing.

So go ahead, make my day.