Michael Lewis

Hailing from the remote mountain town of Flagstaff, Arizona, Michael gave up a storied career in his high school marching band to pursue all that is https://www.acheterviagrafr24.com/viagra-femme-forum-buy/ film. He may have once shouted orders to young Marines. He may have once had a lip ring that he actually thought looked “cool.” It did not, for the record.

Studying film at Seattle Central, Michael became hopelessly addicted to working with actors and crafting engaging and truthful moments on set. An internship on the feature film Grassroots led to a job in LA where he’s been stuck, in traffic, probably somewhere on the 405, ever since.

These days he is ever striving to master the art of storytelling with a pen or .doc. Michael laughs at Jack in the Box commercials, believes that less is more, and will, thus, never make a movie longer than two hours. He would like to spend more time surfing waves and less time surfing Twitter.


Good beer, better coffee, and the Seattle Sounders FC.

Movie that made you cry like a baby?

Grave of the Fireflies. Dear. God. Why. And for some reason Platoon…

What future invention will improve your sunset years?

Foot massagers that read classic literature to you in Sir Patrick Stewart’s voice.