"Don't get me wrong," the supremely awesome Gary Cole begins once the camera's shot over to land upon him somewhere deep inside Stage Nine, "everyone at the studio loves the dailies -- myself included -- we were just wondering if it could be...you know, a little brighter." I don't know if Kripke & Ko. are lampooning the actual suits at the network who have made this complaint about Supernatural in the past, or if they're targeting the LiveJournal fangirls who have bitched in a similar manner because the darkness is ruining their screenshots, or if the true object of The Kripkeeper's snide affections is your faithful recapper himself, but any way you slice it, it is almost as awesome as Gary Cole. By the way, the camera's been skittering around during all that to note both that Gary Cole's blathering at the unctuous director and a gentleman we'll soon learn is the flick's producer, and that Our Intrepid Heroes have somehow managed to evade soundstage security to gain access to the set. In any event, "Jay" the producer repeats incredulously, "'Brighter'?" "More color!" Gary Cole smarms back before turning to the unctuous director with, "McG, you know what I'm saying -- you're the master at that stuff!" The unctuous director is supposed to be McG? Suddenly, it all makes sense. Though the idea of applying the word "master" to McG without appending various appropriate suffixes to those two syllables is far too much for my puny little brain to comprehend, so let's just gloss over that to note that Gary Cole is here playing a guy named "Brad," and that neither the unctuous director nor the hacky producer appreciate the studio's attempts to interfere with their collective creative process, or whatever. Gary Cole ignores them completely to continue, "Who says horror has to be dark? I mean, it's just sort of...depressing." No, Gary Cole, what's depressing is when something as low-budget as this actually does turn up the lights, because then we can see how shoddily constructed everything is. Ooops. Did I just type that out loud? "You did indeed!" shrieks Raoul. I'm sorry! Ignore me, Supernatural! I wasn't talking about you! Mostly.