Dear Steven Spielberg, its the boulder.

Rating: 7/10 (8 August 2009)

Dear Steven Spielberg, Its the Boulder. With mixed emotions I am writing you on behalf of my career. Or should I say, my would have been career. Though I am grateful for the opportunity you gave me as a young, up and coming prop(it had been my dream to work with Harrison Ford since his performance in Apocalypse Now), I have to say the stigma that has haunted me since creates feelings of bitterness toward you and the Indiana Jones franchise. I did not realize how much you villainized me at the time; I am nothing now. Casting me has been impossible. I thought I had arrived with you, my dues paid, and then some.....turn me loose on Hollywood. No one was interested. At first I did not put two and two together. Convinced myself it was the parts that didn't fit. It struck me on the second day of casting for Labyrinth. We were in the final call back for the talking rocks she comes upon. Talking rocks Spielberg. A speaking part. Off camera I heard someone mutter, 'let's hope he doesn't chase us all out of the cave like he did in....' Just like that they took it away from me. No, wait. You took it away. You didn't have your sticky little fingers in that one but you're little partner in crime there Lucas did. I could have been the rock Sloth holds up at the end of Goonies. But wait, who wrote that one? I see everything has worked out for you. Kate Capshaw. Nice. You and this business ground me down to nothing. People hide keys under me now. Sure wish Stanley had stayed around a little longer to finish A.I. for everyone's sake. Yikes. Sincerely, The Boulder