My dad, Mike Taylor, has spent most of his adult life running a small production house in Montreal. High production values, integrity, and so on, but no glory, no glamour. Actually, the studio, like so many others there, used to be between the hooker district and the gay village, so I guess there was a certain showbiz air ...
Anyway, the business was what he knew, and he felt a duty to employees to keep it going. Now, the success of the company's first documentary, The Great Warming, may screw all that up -- but it's really his own fault.