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In article <MPG.19dcd1a22d8a9ec59896d3@news.snet.sbcglobal.net>, Lurker <Lurker@aol.com> wrote:
> Correct me if I'm wrong but it seems to me; when Star Wars took the big
> screen by storm, Hubbard thought more money could be made by creating a
> major motion picture rather than peddling his mind control cult, not to
> mention it would have main-stream acceptance. Isn't this the exact time
> when Hubbard tried to sell OT III to Hollywood aka "A Revolt in the
> Stars".
>
> It seem he lost all interest in Scientology at this point and focused on
> motion picture fame which obviously never came. This may be a stretch
> but it looks to me the success of Star Wars and his failure in motion
> pictures played a large part in his eventual insanity
I read the script of Revolt to the Stars. It was given to me by Gillian Eaton of "A Brilliant Film Company," which was headquartered at Crossroads of the World between Selma and Sunset Blvd. in Hollywood. The company was funded by Becky and Bobby Rounds, rich grandkids of Gaily Coleman of the Coleman Lantern fortune in Wichita, Kansas.
The script had illustrations in it. The bad guy, a space emperor (sound familiar?) was a bad ripoff of Ming the Merciless from the Flash Gordon movies. His minions were dressed in space opera versions of Nazi uniforms. You know, like the black uniforms the "finance police" were wearing a couple of years later when they gathered $cientologists together in forced meetings and screamed at them for not giving enough money to the cult.
The story was the same as Oatee Three. I told the story to Jacquie Loria over lunch. She was an Oatee Three and the secretary to Jack Gilardi at Intl. Creative Management, at the time the most influential agency in town. "That's the story of Oatee Three!" she exclaimed. "Why is he doing this?"
The production manager on Star Wars was a $cientologist named Lon Tinney, a self-important martinet of a man. No doubt his copy of the script was shared with Yvonne Jentzsch at Celebrity Centre, who forwarded it "uplines."
Hubbard was to be paid $666,000 if the script was ever filmed. 666, imagine that. I read the contract. They don't know how I managed to do that - I wasn't supposed to, and it wasn't at the film company offices. It's too bad they didn't make the movie, it might've led to a quicker demise of Humbug's church the way Battlefield Dirt with John Revolta did years later. BTW, Humbug's signature on the contract was forged.
Before Star Wars, if you mentioned around Celebrity Centre that Humbug had been a sci-fi writer, it was all "Shh, shh, we don't talk about that." After Star Wars, it was suddenly fashionable. Greedy plagiarist and copycat that he always was, Humbug immediately tried to cash in.
And if you're thinking of trying to attack me for that script, clamorons, save your lawyer's fees, I don't have one. Of course, that doesn't mean someone else doesn't have one floating around. Randy and Gillian Eaton bailed from the cult a long time ago but I'm sure they can be located.