After two triumphant tours of duty cliff diving In the Hollywood shark tank, Murphy Hooker returns to SF to drop the “mother of all film blogs” on your ass. Don’t get in if you can’t swim.
By dawn, he’s a mild-mannered TV and film development guru for The Rehab, an SF production house hell-bent on world domination; by dusk, he’s a night-crawling, smack-talking, cinephile legend in his own Pumas. Steeped in silver celluloid reverence for all things filmic, Murphy Hooker is by all accounts, full of the elusive “it,” whatever that means …