Well, Mr. Heald was reading it, and contact us he did! With his permission, here's what he told us:
OK, removing my tongue from my cheek for a moment and without giving away anything without first consulting the directors or studio, let's just look at it logically -- I was able to sell a script called Hot Tub Time Machine. To an actual movie studio. That in and of itself seems ridiculously implausible, and yet, here we are. I think I should get an award of at least some sort of free sandwich. I will say, without giving anything away, that my goal with the screenplay was awesomeness, through and through. And audiences will not be disappointed.
Why should you trust me? I dunno. Depends on what you're trusting me with. I can make you laugh. But God help you if you go on vacation and trust me to water your plants. Because we all know what will happen. I'll probably end up f****** your plants. Not in a weird way or anything. Just, you know, sexually.
He already sold another comedy, Mardi Gras, which sounds suspiciously similar in tone (drunkenness, revelry, boobies) to Hot Tub Time Machine, albeit with a far less awesome title. Mardi Gras, Heald tells us, will be released next August, "so people will be able to get a sense of my love of naked ladies and all things childish."
We appreciate Heald getting in touch to clarify these important matters. Hot Tub Time Machine and Mardi Gras both sound like reasonably promising R-rated comedies, and at least now we know the actual name of the guy who wrote them. Josh Heald. Not Jason, Josh.
Thanks for e-mailing us, Jason!