Fun Fact:
Tony D. White, Producer, Executive Producer, "Financier," etc, etc, is Total and complete sh-----. Literally, the whole package. This CeeLo green looking mother f----- will hire you under false pretenses, not pay you and then have the set to ask you to "invest" in his piece of s--- project. Invest implies the promise of reward and return. While he eventually stopped using buzz words like "return," he will make a number of desperate attempts to swindle cash out of your broke a-- with the promise of an "on-screen credit" as an executive producer. Sweet bro. Imagine it. Your name, on a short list of other colossal idiots that were stupid enough to get f----- by a guy that can't make it through a five minute phone call without dropping the names of, at the very least, 5 of his "very close friends in Hollywood." Sounds like a sweet gig. Another fun fact: 90% of his"very close friends," last saw the bulk of their work and cash flow dry up after the final season of Dr. Drew's Celebrity Rehab. Neat.
F--- this guy. F--- his scam. F--- his "friends." F--- his "circle." F--- his "connections." F--- his ugly a-- wife. But above all else, f--- his "films."
I'd love to be able to present Exhibit B in the form of some sort of silver lining, but that is as far from possible as any of his garbage f------ films are from breaking even.
Exhibit B: This s------- has long ridden on not only the check books of anyone dumb enough to cough it up, but he is an avid champion of "this s--- ain't got to be good. The script can theoretically burn the f--- down on set. But so long as we have a closeup of Sizemore jonesing for a bump of bathtub grade meth, we've got distribution. And that's much more important than anyone's 90 minutes of a-- time that they'll never actually get back."
Long story short, Cut Rate CeeLo steals money from whomever he can to pay his D Squad talent and pocket the rest because he won't sell s---.
F--- that guy.
