DO HOLOGRAMS DREAM OF ELECTRIC CINEMA? He wanted Hollywood. He got Brentford. He wanted Spielberg. He got Fudgepacker. He got who?
Fudgepacker. Ernest Fudgepacker. Directed all those weird B-movies back in the Fifties. Whatever happened to him? He retired. Opened Fudgepacker''s Emporium, a prop house catering to the more bizarre needs of the film industry. Amazing place. There you could hire anything from shrunken heads to a pickled homunculus. Trouble is, they just don''t make that kind of movie any more. Ernie''s going bust. In fact, if he can''t come up with some big bucks pretty damn quick, he''s going to lose the business. It will take a miracle to save him now.
Young Master Robert believes in miracles. He has a dream. He wants to star in movies alongside The Greats. The Golden Greats. The dead Golden Greats. He''s a boy boffin with computers and he''s invented this system that could put the stars of yesteryear right back up there on the screen. Next to him. He''s
