* My Experience of Industrial Scripts * I'd written a short-n-sweet review, but then I thought: You know what, let's really go the extra mile, like my wonderful Industrial Scripts reader clearly did, when she filed my report. This is a genuine review by the way. OK, so I have a highly attuned bulls**t radar. And there are various script reading services out there that smell fishy to me. But this one sounded legit. I didn't find I.S. straight away (that's Industrial Scripts, not Islamic State, BTW). It was only after researching/stalking an agent at Curtis Brown that I discovered he liked hearing about stuff through Industrial Scripts. So rather than schmooze his PA and receive the inevitable brush off, I thought I'd check them out. Because I'm hardcore, I opted for their "Dry Run Report" (I'm a copywriter by background, used to my work being shredded to pieces if it's not up to scratch, so I wanted a no-nonsense appraisal, rather than encouragement and general hand-holding). My reader was intelligent, savvy and impartial. I didn't agree with everything in the report (I'd expected it to be rated "Excellent" across the board, added to the Talent Connector, and for me to be cracking open bottles of Bollinger with Tim Bevan by now) but perhaps that just goes to show -- this is the real deal. They'll treat you like a serious screenwriter and if your work's not up to scratch, that's because you're not a serious screenwriter... well not yet, anyway. There was a slight administrative hiccup: I'd ordered over-the-weekend turnaround (you know, like where you hand over your hot spec script to your über agent by end-of-play Friday and a bidding war between the major studios ensues Monday morning). Well they said it was too close to Christmas, so they refunded the fast turnaround fee and delivered it within the default 21-day period instead. But I won't dock them a star for that, not the fact the Verdict was Pass and not Recommend. I'm satisfied that my script was thoroughly scrutinised by someone who knows their s**t, and not some churn-n-burn intern, wet behind the ears and wired out on Haribo Fangtastics. For that, Industrial Scripts, I salute you!