Picture the scene – It’s early afternoon in an LA film producer’s office, all glass tabletops and modern art prints. A struggling screenwriter, dressed shabbily, is casting about for any ideas to engage the bored executive with. “So, err, everyone says print is dead but what about a film set in the near-future where magazines get their revenge on the human race, taking over the world Day of the Triffids style. Revenge for all the recycling and iPad love?” The executive stubs out his cigar slowly. “Name your price.”