Mike Hart had a history of destruction - so development of a business was somewhat unexpected. In fact, no one believed this well known "embellisher" at first. It was hard to picture putting someone like this in a room with expensive film equipment, what with his reputation for shooting out lights with pellet guns and what not. But, bizarre phenomena can happen in the nicest of towns, just as young creative types can suddenly snap. Such was the case in 1996, in the unsuspecting, quiet hamlet of Fort Smith, Arkansas.

Working in television seemed an appropriate environment for a high strung wild man, but Mike was a really just a boy who wanted his own room with his own toys. A place where he could make a mess without reproach, conduct teleconferences from his bean-bag chair, and curse like a sailor without pointed glares from the producer. Was that so much to ask?

As he hatched his plan for a one-stop film and video outfit, he realized the need for a few hungry accomplices. Subconsciously, Mike knew that the team he needed to build had to be manic as well, or at least disenfranchised in some way. On a conscious level, he set out to find real talent. Like a mad scientist collecting rare specimens, he assembled his staff, one unsuspecting fresh face after another. Each 5-Star fledgling innocently set to task shooting and editing, passionately perfecting each project. But even as they churned out primo quality work, Mike's dark side began to take over. To elaborate further would be asking too much of the reader. Just make up your own Hollywood ending - it will certainly make for a better night's sleep.

Word to the wise: If you find yourself in his clutches - especially after hours, beware of flying bits of light bulb glass, and the eventual if not inevitable arrival of Mini-Mike....

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