Hal Wizzard, President and God of Hal Wizzard Productions, Unlimited, is watching several servants fill his Bel Aire swimming pool with individual bottles of Himalayan rain-water.
Dubbed a genius by his public relations staff, Wizzard is ingeniously envisaging his next remarkable, compelling, unforgettable, cinematic tour de ego and all around commercial endeavor.
It is to be called Casaroja. It will be loud and big and naked and expensive and sold and loud and long and noisy and distributed. It will be all wrong and all right and a Hal Wizzard Production. It will be among the infinite quantity of human products that will make God wonder why God bothered. It will be Casaroja, coming this summer to a summer near everyone. It will not be so much written, acted, and photographed as it will be masticated, digested, and excreted. It will be an excretion of Hal Wizzard Productions.