We Almost Get to Run a Blind Item

I visited Poppy Z. Brite's blog last night, and caught the tail end of a story that started about two weeks ago, when a hotshot (and self-styled "controversial") filmmaker demanded her involvement in his proposed adaptation of her decade-old Exquisite Corpse. "I wrote back and said I had no interest in any involvement with the project beyond possibly reading/commenting on a script draft or two and mentioning it on my website," she reported, especially since (as she explained the next day) "I just feel no emotional connection with that novel anymore."

Still, once the production company agreed it didn't absolutely need her for interviews and photo shoots, Brite was prepared to take the option money and pay her bills. But now, it turns out, "apparently the Most Extreme Director of Our Time read my post about the Exquisite Corpse movie and stomped off in a huff," leaving her to wonder: "Does it ever seem to you that the people striving the hardest to offend are often the most easily offended themselves?" Now since she never named the director, I'd sort of assumed that she was referring to a certain enfant terrible who's been known to wish cancer on critics who pan his flicks, but in rereading the posts, she did mention the production company by name (Frightflix), which makes it a virtual lock she's talking about Nick Palumbo, the auteur behind modern classics like Murder-Set-Pieces and Nutbag.