Todd Thompson was a nice guy, but a chronic dreamer; his naiveté and increasingly odd behavior at home and at work bothered everyone – his parents, his friends and lately, his otherwise tolerant boss. At twenty-four, Todd still lived with his parents, disinclined to survive alone in the outside world. Todd had one supporter: Ellen, his sympathetic, optimistic girl friend. “Todd’s very smart with a good heart,” she’d say. “One day, he’ll do something that will astound all of us.”
Todd Thompson, a tall, handsome man with thick dark hair and large brown eyes, worked part-time at a brokerage in Boston, but the job bored him; his blazing ambition was to be a screenwriter – a prosperous and powerful independent filmmaker – an auteur. More...