October 23, 1998
Mitchell Banks called this morning to tell me that Jessica's new publicity
sheet doesn't work for him. He's still angry about me resisting signing
his deal memo, and our conversation was nearly as unpleasant as yesterday's.
Sometime in the afternoon, Bob Seigel called Mitchell about the deal memo,
made one change (the memo is now explicitly called a "letter of intent"),
and declared himself satisfied. I couldn't get an explanation that
satisfies me of exactly what the current memo commits me to; still
feeling irritated and off-balance, I called Mitchell Banks and told him
I was ready to sign. Mitchell was back to his old avuncular self
and eager to be friends again. We're supposed to meet soon to discuss
how to improve the publicity sheet; it looks as if it will now be impossible
to get the sheet ready in time for him to start selling the film at the
upcoming European film market in early November, as he had originally wanted.
For two cents I'd tear up this deal memo and call it a day with Mitchell
Banks, but I haven't any other prospects at the moment, so I suppose I'll
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