This is the forum for degree symbolism.
That can be any of the sets of 360 symbols for the degrees of the Zodiac.
But, seriously, Marc Edmond Jones?
Well, seeing as how it's only for a movie.
...Well, while we're on the subject of motion pictures...
For the love of a little bit of old time values...
I've been taking account and noting that over half... in fact.. well over half of all the new movies that come out every year for a number of years now... are either about Witchcraft, 'Dark Rites' Vampires, more 'Witchcraft and Vampire', movies ... Zombies, or Those possessed By Some Weirdness of One Thing, Things, Thang or Another', movies... 'Zombie Vampire', movies...'End of the World as We Knew It', movies... 'End of the World as We Didn't Know It', movies, 'Zombie Vampires That Know Witchcraft', movies... 'Anything the Likes of 'Harry Potter'* Because It Will Sell At the Box Office', movies [*Well gosh golly, dumb underachieving, athletically, intellectually and artistically, vapid, and certainly challenged kids... and some adults... need a movie for them too!]
My idea for a blockbuster in the same genre would be something as like the following.
Vampire Witch Magicians leading an Army of the Walking Dead into... or away... from the End of the World as we knew it and in search of the Aliens with their UFOs for hire [drivers carry no change] before a predicted giant asteroid hits Earth and causes the Sun to go super nova from too much resonance created by the Kardasians incessant and unrelenting text messaging about what Katy Perry won't be wearing to the event, but not before the Cubs finally make it to the World Series, after failing to do so an agonizing 275 years in a row, and Harry Potter halts in the middle of singing the National Anthem [of the 23rd century] which by then will be "Surfing Matilda", by the Swags, in the heretofore previously unknown key of B# and reveals he is really a gay 45 year old nun in drag in search of Alan Smithee to bludgeon him mercilessly with a mutant two headed Oscar that glows in the dark... but unknown to all humankind, is not really an Oscar, but rather is actually a mutant Pez dispenser that has gone horribly awry and has since acquired mystic and supernatural powers of which will give a most abominable conception and birth to a half dozen sequels which will portend the end of civilization as we once knew it?...or that we all thought for a time was something as like a civilization.
..and wait a moment...the Cubs make it to the World Series...?!? ....hmmm? I might have to change that in the script?
...yeah, otherwise it probably would have created a paradox so unnatural it would nullify all of existence and everything would be sucked into a giant black hole except for the new Yankee Stadium, as it really is a interstellar space craft which will return the evil and cunning villainous alien, from the planet 'Palooka', known only by an alias, the Human name he took as his own to deceive humankind... as none on Earth know his real name which is Gorgantua Steineinbrenazlefrodxtrypzlkijot, and presently is believed to be dead, but in truth has since meta-morphed into a Zombie alien, an 'E.T. of the Undead"... whom is presently planning on returning home with the much coveted elixir of eternal ego, now new and improved with the extra strength defoliant otherwise known to earthlings as 'steroids'. (Hey... is anyone in Hollywood paying attention? I'm available for screenwriting, messenger service, 'Yesman', 'Best Boy', 'Gaffer', 'Grip', 'Dolly Grip' {come here Dolly and let me get a grip on your...} an 'Associate Producer', or any other position of unknown, and undefinable, duties which is extremely well paid and provides me with a excuse to pretend to be somebody important, enviable, and afford a small mansion in the Hollywood Hills and gives me enough of an excuse that allows me to attempt to pick up semi conscious, mindlessly obedient, 20 something year old bimbos that are delectably and masterfully silicone enhanced life forms built for display and carnal pleasures and have no other useful purpose other than to provide men with the piece de resistance with which to infuriate and depress ex wives and to fool casting directors into believing that you can handle yet one more overtly macho leading role as, "You have still got it at the box office", and having all of that will then let me lord it over all... all those that could never dream of having anything other than a dream... that dream of being ME!)
...oh, wait... DANM...!!
Never mind...I just realized I described Charlie Sheen to a 'T'...man that Ba$tard gets all the breaks.
Shucks...
oh, well... I wonder if Sarah Palin needs a speech writer?.
