The lad needs a director and Ernie needs the dosh, and Ernie only lives up the road. He's written a script and he's got piles of money (his dad owns the brewery), but Hollywood isn't keen. He's a boy boffin with computers and he's invented this system that could put the stars of yesteryear right back up there on the screen. He wants to star in movies alongside The Greats. Young Master Robert believes in miracles. In fact, if he can't come up with some big bucks pretty damn quick, he's going to lose the business. Trouble is, they just don't make that kind of movie any more. There you could hire anything from shrunken heads to a pickled homunculus. Opened Fudgepacker's Emporium, a prop house catering to the more bizarre needs of the film industry. Directed all those weird B-movies back in the Fifties. DO HOLOGRAMS DREAM OF ELECTRIC CINEMA? He wanted Hollywood.
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