They're easily identified in the dark as well. On the screen, however, you are missing the irony of a bottle in plain view, which, as anyone who knew Petrakov would know is his symbol of the fertility and nemisis of mankind. Film buffs love that shit. These are the refuse of the film clique. They are usually bitter and twisted individuals, mostly short in physical stature, with a history of facial skin problems that made Pizza a household name.
Most writers are artists, and appreciate that art is born of suffering.
This being so, they spend long hours driving round in Yugoslavian made cars and listening to Pink Floyd, eventually coming home to watch Australian TV Quiz Games late into the night. Little more can be said about them, except that their lifetime ambition is to have their name mentioned at the Emmy Awards, named after it's founder, Brian Awards. Consuming and excreting, the endless cycle. It's a dirty job, but someone's got to make it. Out of the theatre however, Reviewers can be found in a variety of careers, using major portions of their talent.