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Cover Story by FFWD Staff Last week in these pages, you may have read the heartbreaking first-person account of James "Mr. Smutty" Martin, co-writer of waydowntown, getting shut out of the opening party at the Toronto International Film Festival while his co-writer, "a.k.a. the director, a.k.a. media darlin'," Gary Burns rubbed elbows and possibly other more sensitive body parts with the silicone-injected "filmbastards" inside. Here, then, is the other side of the story, courtesy of the indignant victim of Martin's scathing diatribe, who, in his own defence, gives Martin about as much shrift as screenwriters ever get from their higher profile collaborators in the director's chair. One thing's for sure, these guys make quite a team: Have you seen James Martin's column from last week? No. I mean, where the hell is he? What happened to the guy? Well, apparently he got locked out of City TV and now he's bitter. Well, you know, that fucker, he didn't even phone me. He never got in touch with us. He didn't come to the movie. He was in town but we never saw him. He knew what hotel we were at. Apparently, we gave him the wrong phone number for the hotel, but then we thought, you know, "they're smart people." If you phone a number and it's wrong, look it up, you know…. We were totally angry with them because we had tickets for everything for them. How hard would it be to find us? Unless they phoned this hotel and thought we weren't phoning them back. That would be the only thing.…

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