Meltdown 1 saved Richard Majestic Productions (way to go mike~)
So of course a sequel was put into the works. It has absolutely nothing to do with the original. Michael had a big part in the script and direction; he turns it into a kind of prequel/sequel/remake/reboot about his and Trevor’s complicated past. It starts out as a self-flagellation project … for about a week but Michael can’t help stroking his ego and turning it into the action-drama he’s always wanted to see.
Meltdown 2 is an incredibly accurate retelling of the Prologue Mission that features a dashing up-and-comer actor as Mitchell, a dashing non union scab as Tremain, and the dashing monkey from Meltdown 1 as Brock.
The business plan is to keep re-releasing Meltdown in different formats with occasional added content for the next 10 years or so. This is a sustainable move that no one could possibly complain about.
Brock is spectacularly gunned down at the end of the movie. Seriously, it’s like the dude in the beginning of Akira; total ketchup nightmare. This monkey is OBLITERATED.
Meltdown 2 is initially praised for these impressive special effects, but eventually gains traction as THE gay movie of the year.
Critics rave about the complex relationship between Mitchell and Tremain, from their unique chemistry to the suppressed sexual tension to the lyrics of the original songs commissioned for the movie.
Michael is predictably upset by this. “You people are looking into this way too hard!” "Can’t men just be good friends anymore?“ “The meth shotgunning scene was supposed to be a dramatic display of how Michael’s Mitchell’s life is deteriorating! It wasn’t erotic!”
His protests only spur on fans. Hoards of young adults gather for interactive showings, many rolling up in cosplay that would be suitable for North Yankton but ends up giving a lot of kids heat stroke in the Los Santos sun. They bring props to throw at the screen, like Bleeder Burgers and antacids, during scenes where the lead duo is hiding out in shitty motel rooms. It’s like a big party for everyone but the theater custodians.
A good time is had, until the… allegations.
that wasn’t a special effect
Michael denies it and denies it and denies it. He wasn’t even on set the day they shot that scene. They’ve got a special effects department and had no reason to hurt any animals. As far as he knows, the animal trainer skipped down and took her damn monkeys with her. How would you even know if one was missing, they all look the same!
Until raw footage of the coked-up aftermath appears with him and the director whooping and high-fiving each other in celebration of a great shot, a scene of smouldering ultraviolence behind them. Michael is seen shoving a fistful of cash at the distraught animal trainer and bellowing “MY NAME IS MICHAEL DESANTA, AND DEATH IS MY FUCKIN’ CANVAS! ALWAYS HAS BEEN HAHAHA, WOO!”
He unsuccessfully tries to blame this whole thing on heterophobia.
The controversy is enough to shut down Richards Majestic Productions (way to go mike~)
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