In the eighties, I worked with a gentleman named Will Vinton on a TV special that never got produced. If that name doesn't ring an immediate bell, try putting the word "claymation" next to it and then remember the dancing California Raisins — just some of the amazing, imaginative creations that came out of his studio. Will was a good guy and very sincere about making good films and I was sorry that our project fell short.
Not long ago, I got to wondering what had happened to him and that great studio I toured up in Portland. By sheer chance last evening, I came across this article about how the studio expanded to the point where its founder Will got squeezed out of his own company. Not a pretty story.