That's Badd

Bel Air Drama Department (Or BADD as we like to call ourselves) now has some of its videos available for perusal on You Tube.

Opening page features the Well Intentioned Singers from their live performance of "Rejected Christmas Carols" at the Christmas concert a year back. Worth it for Karen doing Streisand alone.

Makes me giggle, anyway.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

It's the Hair, Man

I reckon that one reason I was always attracted to the theatre was it gave me a chance to see my friends dressed up in funny clothes.



Here are some of my friends in Taproot Theatre's take on AS YOU LIKE IT.



Hee hee hee...


The show is getting great reviews, stars a slew of good actors, and is directed by Karen Lund, who has yet to learn how to direct a flop. If you find yourself Seattle way, "tune in, turn on and drop in."

Hey, I was a baby in the sixties, don't expect me to get their slogans right.


Just my thoughts,


Sean

Art = Math

My studio is very involved with a community foundation whose goal is "to ensure permanent and equal access to a quality arts education" for all of Burbank's students. The foundation supports school programs in music, visual arts, dance and drama.

Which, of course, I think is pretty cool.

Some of the stats they list in their material:

Young people who participate in the arts for at least a year (nine hours each week) are:

-4 times more likely to be recognized for academic achievement.
-3 times more likely to be elected to class office
-4 times more likely to participate in a math and science fair
-3 times more likely to win an award for school attendance
-5 times more likely to be stuffed into their locker by the football team

Okay, the last one isn't true -- I just threw that in to see if y'all were still reading.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

People Talking Without Speaking

There was a local shoot-out last night.

A news radio station had an exclusive this morning: a neighbor willing to speak on air about the incident. The neighbor didn’t give his name, so I’m going to call him Billy Bob.

Billy Bob came forward to be interviewed, but wished to remain anonymous.

I kinda get that – shoot-out in the hood where you live, not wanting to get involved. Except Billy Bob has such a distinctive voice and vocal rhythm, I’m guessing the only people who can’t guess his identity are those that don’t live in his neighborhood.

What Billy Bob had to say caught my attention.

Now remember that BB came forward, contacting the studio saying he was ready to talk about the event from the unique pov of a neighbor.

And here’s what he contributed:

He wasn’t there for the event; police warned people to stay away, so he did.

He didn’t know the people living there. He didn’t know what they looked like. He didn’t know how many were there, or if the shooter was one of them.

He didn’t know if kids lived there, or adults for that matter.

His only contact – only contact ever – was he skateboarded by the house once or twice in the past.

He knew nothing at all about the situation.

Nothing.

And yet he contacted the studio to give his account (or lack thereof) of the incident.

I listened with two thoughts battling in my brain:

First, pity for the reporter talking live, trying to make this guy sound interesting.

Second, curiosity and concern: what kind of person, knowing that they don’t know anything, volunteers themselves as an expert on live radio?

Is it an attempt at fifteen minutes of anonymous fame?

Is it just a desire to talk about a horrible incident – filling the void – even when there is nothing to say?

Or is there something even more shallow going on?

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Wilder Wisdom

Friend Keith forwarded quotes from film genius Billy Wilder.

Here are my favorite bon mots.

"If you're going to tell people the truth, be funny or they'll kill you."

"Shoot a few scenes out of focus. I want to win the foreign film award."

"It is not necessary for a director to know how to write. However, it helps if he knows how to read."

I may have to write a thesis on the “be funny” one.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Walkin' and Talkin'

There is a new class for Hollywood writers out there.

It is very informal. Simply put, experienced writers get together to chat about whatever it is that they know; while less experienced writers get to hang out and ask questions.

This week’s class features television writers of the supernatural – specifically for the show SUPERNATURAL as well as MOONLIGHT and TERMINATOR: THE SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES (admittedly not in the horror genre, but still scary).

What makes this class of special interest:

Access: anyone can come that wants to.

Price: payment is picking up a sign.

Location: the class takes place on the picket line.

That’s right, if you want to learn about writing for horror television (just this week’s topic), show up at the WB lot, pick up a sign, and walk with the writers from 9 to noon on Wednesday.

I knew that informal networking was happening on the lines; and I even knew of several people that were using the line as a way to pick the brains of other writers.

But to formalize it into a class; a chance for early stage writers to learn from the pros?

Genius.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

'Tis Nobler to Suffer... Or at Least Funnier

(Warning: Slings & Arrows is intended for mature audiences, and depicts people acting immaturely, including potty mouthery and conjugal content.)

For those with cable: The Sundance Channel has started airing SLINGS & ARROWS again; if you act fast, you can watch the three season Canadian show from the beginning – “Oliver’s Dream.”

I have only seen the last two seasons until now, and eager to catch up from the beginning.

In part because it hearkens back to my life in the theatre: the show is about a Canadian Shakespeare company, trying to make art and make the rent at the same time.

The series quite accurately captures the life of the non-profit theatre, from the artistic temperament (in the first ep, the diva apologies to the cast for interrupting notes to make a demand about her character, an apology undercut with an acerbic, “I’m sorry… that I care”), to the managerial temperament of those in charge of paying the bills (again from the first ep, I chuckled in recognition when the managing director gleefully finds someone who agrees that show business “is a business after all”).

But what truly elevates this series is its ability to capture the ephemeral; it is the closest I’ve seen on any sized screen at capturing the unrepeatable magic of live performance.

Just witness the magic of Geoffrey’s opening speech in episode one, as he waves a toilet plunger around, while making the argument that a theatre doesn’t need phones (and the magic of theatre takes over… almost).

The show is designed for only three seasons – allowing the creators to have a specific beginning, middle and end; and giving the series a very complete arc/journey for the protagonist, Geoffrey (as well as all of the main characters).

Each season centers around one major play being presented by the company – which also represents each leg in Geoffrey’s journey as a human being.

Season one is about HAMLET, the story of a young man trying to find his place in the world that threatens to tear him apart.

Season two is MACBETH, a man in the middle of life torn between the expectations of his love and his own blinding ambition.

Season three is KING LEAR, a king having achieved success, going through madness to try and find what in life has real value.

Note what all three characters have in common: they all deal with insanity. Which plays rather heavily in SLINGS & ARROWS plot as well.

Polonius says of Hamlet: “Thou this be madness, yet there be method in it;” the same is true of the design of the television show.

But I think more appropriate than the bard is Seneca’s take: “There is no great talent without an element of madness.”

And there is plenty of madness in SLINGS & ARROWS.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Fiasco! But In a Good Way...

Today I have a butt load of archiving to do. To help with the tedium of repetition, I am listening to This American Life in the background, an episode on fiascos. (Thank you, Karen and Vicki.)

They just got past talking about a production of PETER PAN gone horribly awry. I am pausing long enough to let y’all in on it, in case you want to simul-join me.

Especially of note is a point made at the end of the PETER PAN story, as Ira wonders if the nature of theater – to transport an audience – isn’t in fact completed better by fiasco than a show that works perfectly.

The guest refuted that notion, pointing out that theatre’s intent isn’t merely to transport, but to elevate.

Interesting.

I have a slew of my own theatrical fiascos which I unfortunately witnessed from the stage. But they certainly did not elevate, so I will save them for a later time.

Gotta go back to the broadcast – they are going to finish the episode with a controversy about one of my favorite NPR shows, Car Talk. Can’t wait to hear what that is about…

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Stuff that Made Me Giggle Today

From Jack Handey:

"Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself. Mankind. Basically, it’s made up of two separate words—’mank’ and ‘ind’. What do these words mean? It’s a mystery, and that’s why so is mankind."

"If you’re a cowboy, and you’re dragging a guy behind your horse, I bet it would really make you mad if you looked back and the guy was reading a magazine. "

"As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red again, I sat there thinking about life. Was it nothing more than a bunch of honking and yelling? Sometimes it seemed that way. "

Just makes me laugh,

Sean

Sorkin: Unofficial Campaign Consultant

In the category of “ripped from the plot lines…”

Remember the hub-bub a few weeks back about Huckabee creating an attack ad against Romney?

Here’s what happened: Huckabee’s campaign announced that they made an attack ad, but then they realized that it would be morally wrong to run the ad. So they held a press conference, confessed that they made the ad but would not run it.

And then played the ad for the press, giving them permission to use the ad in their stories about how the Huckabee folk would never stoop to showcasing the ad.

Now, for a few of us, this sounded familiar. As it should, since it is a plot line from THE WEST WING, season three (“The Vera Wang Dress”).

In the television version, the Republican candidate makes an attack ad, and leaks it to the opposition.

They then explain to the media outlets that they chose to not run the ad, as it was beneath their dignity – and gave out copies to the press, so it could be played along with the story.

The only thing Huckabee is missing is an indignant Sam Seaborn crying “foul.”

I wonder if he could get Rob Lowe before Super Tuesday…

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Heath Remembered

Christopher Nolan, director of the DARK KNIGHT, has written a sweet remembrance of Heath Ledger, available on the PerezHilton site. (Easier to read there then at the DARK KNIGHT blog site.)

jmt,

Sean

Ask a Guy that Knows What "Strike" Means

As y’all know, I have not been impressed with the WGA leadership during the recent contract negotiations, from their rush to strike to their weak ethical example to their naïve understanding on how some of their campaigns are perceived.

Well, I finally figured out what they are doing wrong. They spent their money hiring an outside strike guru, when they should have just…

Asked a Ninja.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Book Learnin'

I have been tagged for a Meme by Barbara.

I am too technologically maladroit to know what Meme is, but I can guess. And as Barbara says, it's an easy one, so I'm going to play along.

But before I do, you might want to take a visit to Barbara’s blog – and while there check out her entries on BATTLESTAR GALACTICA from Sunday the 20th and Monday the 21st.

Note as you read, Barbara is somewhat of an anti-fan of sci-fi; so for her to discover BG and like it is… well, no surprise; she’s a pretty bright woman.

Okay, on to the Meme: Book Meme Rules

1. Pick up the nearest book ( of at least 123 pages).

2. Open the book to page 123.

3. Find the fifth sentence.

4. Post the next three sentences.

5. Tag five people.

I lucked out on the first one.

I got the notice while at work; and since I am in the midst of a book archiving project, I have all kinds of titles from the ‘70’s surrounding me that could have reflected, shall we say, “oddly” on me.

In my line of sight:

THE GLOW: About a couple that become supernaturally addicted to jogging.

BLUE MOVIE: Which asks, “Can the world’s greatest director make the world’s raunchiest film?”

And DOLOROSA DEAL, about an African secret agent in Jerusalem labeled as “a wild black card sitting on a mid-East powder keg!”

But instead I get to look smart: not only was I reading Barbara’s blog while at my desk, I was also prepping for book club. (Sshh, don’t tell anyone…)

So the closest book to me: James Joyce’s ULYSSES.

You know, beach reading for the brainy.

Page 123, fifth sentence onward:

“HOROTIO IS CYNOSURE THIS FAIR JUNE DAY.

J.J. O’Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the statue and held his peace.

-I see, the professor said.”

Ta-da!

And now I spread the challenge: here you go, Jennifer, Jeff, Jeff, Janet and anyone else that would like to play.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Invasion of Three

Wanna see the magic of movies?

On this YouTube video, the storming of Omaha beach is recreated; but instead of using 1,000 extras like in SAVING PRIVATE RYAN, these guys do it with three graphic designers and a lot of running.

Worth the look-see.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Crimson and Clover

Just saw CLOVERFIELD – and came away with mixed feelings on the film.

This is the JJ Abrams produced take on the Godzilla-on-a-rampage type monster movies; except this time around told from the point of view of the stompees. A regular joe with a camcorder puts the story on tape with a “I don’t know what’s going on I’m just running for my life” zeal.

Love the idea, and it does get at the story in a fresh and interesting way.

In fact, much of the movie is down right thrilling. And they find very interesting ways to get full value out of the camcorder conceit – including showing bits of the tape that is being recorded over, to fill in some character backstory.

And I admit: some of movie is just pretty darn cool.

So what’s to be mixed about?

Well, first there is the spoiling. No, not the spoiler that I will delve into in a moment, but the way the movie spoils the appetite.

If you ever get motion sickness, you can not watch this movie (at least not on the big screen). The jerky camera style does not let up.

The idea behind the hand-held is to make you feel like you are right in the action. So much so, that when one character tossed her cookies, I felt like joining her. Car sickness extreme.

Okay, and now for my spoiler.

IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE MOVIE, YOU MAY WISH TO STOP READING AT THIS POINT.

Has every one stopped reading that should have stopped reading? Good.

Aside from the herky-jerky (I think the cameraman was doing Elaine’s dance at some points…) I would have given a fairly positive review to the movie, until the finale…

The end of the movie negates the entire experience. There is no value put on the efforts of the characters, even (nay, especially!) the noble efforts.

Bravery results only in death. Self-sacrifice results only in death (and in more death than if one chose to be selfish instead). Love results only in death.

The movie seems to be a direct response to 9/11 – and the answer to that tragic day seems to be: don’t bother. We don’t know what is happening, we can’t control what is happening, everything is meaningless, so don’t bother loving or living – it isn’t worth it.

Even the depressing Joe from Ecclesiastes acknowledged that we should eat, drink and be merry (for tomorrow we die). Check out the party in CLOVERFIELD – not a whole lot of merry for our leads.

I could buy that this is supposed to be a tragedy, except that the show doesn’t come with any weight. The characters don’t arc, so the process doesn’t put them through a journey (as, say, Gene Hackman in THE POSEIDEN ADVENTURE).

Sure, the lead doof realizes by the end of act one that he shouldn’t have been a snot to his girlfriend, but that doesn’t constitute an arc.

I am NOT saying that a movie needs a happy or “Hollywood” ending. I would vouch for GODFATHER, EMPIRE STRIKES BACK, THE MISSION, RAN, etc. None of which land in joysville.

But they land somewhere.

In CLOVERFIELD, the characters haven’t gone on a journey as a result of this experience; there are no values that are explored or tested as a result of this movie; and the story itself claims a random indifference (it matters not what you do, so don’t do anything or do what you want – who cares?).

So as an audience member, I have to ask:

Why should I care about CLOVERFIELD?

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Drinking Habits

From CS Weekly:

"My works are like water. The works of the great masters are like wine. But everybody drinks water." – Mark Twain

Gotta remember that whenever I feel cheap for being a populist.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Sort Of

I am heading away from computers for the weekend, but didn't want to just ignore y'all.

So I'll leave you with one of my favorite lines from Dimitri Martin's routine:

“‘Sort of’ is such a harmless thing to say. Sort of. It’s just a filler. Sort of - it doesn’t really mean anything.

But after certain things, sort of means everything.

Like after ‘I love you.’

Or ‘You’re going to live.’

Or ‘It’s a boy.’”

JMT,

Sean

Who's That, You Say?

There are a lot of ways to work in Hollywood. Sometimes you can even sing for your supper.

I’ve already mentioned my friend Karen Whipple (for her bio, check out Releve Studio’s site), who got to sing for superheroes SPIDERMAN, THE X-MEN and SUPERMAN.

Well, she’s singing for another superhero, a guy that saved the world!

Or, to be more precise, saved a world.

HORTON HEARS A WHO is on its way to the big screen.

Initially that news made me shudder, with visions of the ruination of the Grinch and that hat wearing cat dancing in my head.

But then I saw a trailer – this isn’t a live-action-lets-change-the-story-to-fit-Hollywood adaptation; but rather animation that seems to be sticking to the heart and soul of the original.

And it looks purty durn good to me.

So sing out with me now: Yopp!

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Quit Clowning Around

Dimitri Martin, comic and occasional DAILY SHOW correspondent, has a bit where he draws a flowchart of clowns.

His conclusions:

Circus – annoying.
Birthday – sad.
Just around – creepy.
Injured – always funny.

We laugh because it is true.

As a new study has shown: despite our firm belief that we know what kids like, turns out they generally don’t like clowns.

Go figure.

I imagine specific clowns do better, you know, clowns that we already have a relationship with.

Like Ronald McDonald.

So, clowns with French Fries, okay.

Clowns just around – as Dimitri says, creepy.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

School's Out for Winter

Last night was my last class at Biola.

A bittersweet night, as it may be the last university teaching gig I do for a while – since my new job (at a studio) isn’t as flexible as my last one (laying about the house in my pajamas and playing with my cats – a tough job, but someone had to do it).

It was a semester crammed into a week, teaching from 10 am to 9:45 pm.

The topic: Literature and Film. In other words, books and the movies they were made into.

I concentrated this year on short stories, running with the theme, “What Price Justice.”

Ernest Hemmingway’s “The Killers,” made into a noir film of the same title. (Didn’t make the students watch the 1960’s version with Ronald Reagan in his last role, playing a bad guy.)

Woolrich’s “It Had to Be Murder,” which became REAR WINDOW by Hitchcock. Grace Kelly at her best.

“In a Grove,” the basis for Kurosawa’s RASHOMON. At least that’s the way I remember it.

And finishing with Dick’s “Minority Report,” which became the Spielberg movie of the same name.

I capped my week with a visit by writer/director Cory Edwards, who talked about his upcoming project, ANDREW HENRY’S MEADOW. Based on a children’s book in which no one is murdered.

Ah well, no theme is perfect.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Reading While Writer's Won't Write

As y'all know, Hollywood is in the midst of a strike as a result of a dispute between the Writer's Guild and the Producers.

There are a whole lot of people being put out of work over this -- people who are neither writers nor producers, who have no say or vote in the dispute, and who will not benefit from any results of the dispute.

My workplace has been in the news of late for a large number of layoffs that are in process. My job as yet remains somewhat unaffected -- thanks again for all who have called or written in asking.

Movie professionals -- grips, assistants, make-up folk, etc, have been laid off as their projects ran out. The folk getting laid off at this point are the facilities folk, the janitors, groundskeepers etc who keep the lot running -- since much of the lot isn't running anymore, there is no longer the same level of work.

Those from my lot apparently were given severance packages, but that certainly won't tide them over for long.

My friend Sabrina (well, technically she is the daughter of my friends, but this young girl did a show with Catherine, so...) has a heart for all those innocent bystanders of the strike, and decided to do something about it.

She is holding a read-athon, collecting pennies per page for some of the industry funds supporting those non writer/producers who are in need of emergency help.

Follow this link and check it out.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Christmas Letter ... Finally

Hello blogging friends. Here's the scoop from the past year ...

CATH was busy this year as a Caterer—though it’s not a profession she’s done before… she pretended well enough to play one on a daytime soap (where she not only balanced a crate of Styrofoam cups …but was also able to deliver 4 lines correctly in one take). We’re so proud of her. (though apparently not proud enough to name the soap in this letter). Thankfully this small job enabled her to join the Screen Actors Guild. A big accomplishment in this town allowing her to Audition more all the time. This auditioning streak has been helped by the addition of commercial and voice over agents which she acquired in 2007. She was able to act in a staged one-act, a short film and church Advent musical (all written by husband Sean), and appeared in a USC graduate film project, and multiple videos for BADD (Bel Air Drama Department).


In between catering and auditioning, Catherine and Sean made a number of Travels around the west coast this year. The first trip was full of mixed emotions as they attended Cath’s grandfather’s memorial. Otto lived a full and adventurous life. We will miss his feisty spirit here on earth, but know he’s cancer-free and truly at home with his Heavenly Father now.


The most amazing time was spent on a road trip to South Dakota for niece Nicole’s wedding. We traveled up through Utah and across Wyoming on the way there, were able to see Mt. Rushmore and Crazy Horse, and had a fabulous time with the many, many Gaffneys. On the way home, we traveled south, visiting brother Matt in Colorado, then across Utah, stopping at Arches National Park and Zion National Park. It was a trip we’ll remember for a life-time.

Returning from the road, we were happy to get Home, where our sweet cats now hold our hearts in their little paws. We also welcomed many friends and family into our home this year to get some kitty love and restful futon sleep. You are always welcome to our abode when you are travelin’ through the Southland.

SEAN was busy this year writing Scripts. It’s true, he’s not just posting rambling thoughts on the blog, but he also re-wrote a one-act about comic book characters called “The Fantastical Adventures of Mr. Destroyer vs. the Code”, and he began writing short (really short – like 5 minute) films for a number of places including Billy Graham’s organization, a medical company who needed fun-yet-topical videos for a conference, and more.

Meanwhile, he finished writing a prequel to “The Dracula Files” a new original piece meant for many short web-episodes. Drac was filmed this summer and is in final post-production. And because this, in addition to writing for BADD, wasn’t keeping him busy enough, he wrote an hour long children’s television pilot for a Seattle producer.

When his fingers could break free from the keyboard (or the cats) he was Educating many – including students at Biola University, Act One, the Castro Valley Christian Writers Conference, and Rocky Mountain College in Calgary, Alberta; as well as coaching trips to Florida, Utah and Atlanta with Art Within. He also co-taught a class with Cath for their church drama retreat.

Then while waiting to see what teaching or writing job God was going to send him next, he began to do more temp work with Warner Bros. which led to full time employment. Sean is now the Story Administrator for Warner Bros. Feature films with 3 main areas of responsibility: organizing temps, interns and tracking all payroll; updating the archive records; and doing the credit determinations for all features and direct-to-DVD (he looks at the contracts and scripts and makes recommendations for who gets “written by” or “story by” or “created by” credits). It’s a great department, and a sweet commute (only 1 mile down the road from our apartment).
Which leads us to what’s Next … As if God were orchestrating all of this, just in the last few months, Catherine was asked to work
for a new performing arts studio. After much prayer, she is leaving her ticket office job at Caltech (after 5 years) at the end of January and going to be the Manager of Relevé Studios where dance, fitness, acting, voice, and piano classes are offered for all ages.

So…we’ve been busy doing all that.

We pray you had a meaningful holiday season, and offer our best wishes for much joy and rest in 2008.

May God Allow our Family and Friends to be Nearer Every Year.

S&C

Frakkin' With Barbara's Brain

Clearly I have been delinquent in blogging this new year. That will continue for a bit. Sorry.

In the meantime, check out friend Barbara's blog and her new found discovery of the best show on television.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

At a Theater Near You

With a few moments of time off at year end, Cath and I have been able to take in a number of films – many which we should have seen months ago.


Here are a few brief thoughts – first with those still in theatres:


I AM LEGEND: Very fun, worthy of record breaking box office. Will Smith proves his place within a handful of actors that can be the sole human on screen for extended periods of time without making the audience wonder/pray for another actor to enter.


Imperfections? Sure – mostly in a third act that is a wee bit too rushed to fully hit its impact.


I’d like to have seen more time spent with the home defenses, for example. And the relationship between the captured creature and the main antagonist seems to be a missed opportunity.


But over all? Worth the price of admission.



SWEENEY TODD: Tim Burton allays any fears that he wasn’t the right person to make this musical’s transition from the stage to the screen. The look and tone are pitch-perfect; the music a seamless blend with the action.


This production avoids all the mistakes of PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, which added to the story in hope of softening the impact of its titular villain. No, Todd is here in his full protagonist-gone-bad glory; and the warning of good turning sour is visually stunning and just as strikingly twisted fun as the original.


Depp is wonderful; Rickman rightfully makes the skin crawl no matter how tight your plastic surgeon has already pulled; and for me Bonham Carter rose to the occasion quite nicely (although my viewing partner – not Cath, this is a bloody film – couldn’t quite let go of the memory of Angela Landsbury).


Imperfections? Sure. The only one that got in my way (and preventing the film from rising to “worth any price”) is the treatment of the slitting of throats. (This being a musical about the demon barber of Fleet Street, I don’t think I’ve broken any spoiler rules here – throats will be slit galore…)

The throats are slit with close-up gore, the way any slasher movie would do it. But this isn’t just any slasher movie, and Burton should have put more artistic effort into letting the gore be more than gore.


So even with that distraction, it is still: Well worth the price of admission.


BUCKET LIST: Great actors being wasted on a schmaltzy script that does a disservice to schmaltzy movies.


This one would fit nicely as a made-for-tv movie with B-level actors, which is a shame given the presence of Morgan Freeman and Sean Hayes – each doing better work than the material warrants.


There are some really nice moments in act three, such that if the whole movie were written like act three, we’d have a winner on our hands.


Imperfections? The majority of the second act has the two leads fulfilling items that are NOT on either’s bucket list. And thus we spend most of our time wandering the world, wasting time – which by the movie’s very premise should be the one commodity we dare not waste.


Over all? Not worth the price of admission.


Just my thoughts,


Sean

Writer of Week #9: Wilder At Heart

There are thousands of influences that go into making a person’s character: people, events, instructions and stories.

One influential story for me came early in my childhood via the television on a Saturday afternoon. I remember it was old, one of the black & white burn offs that they put up on Saturday since no one was watching television anyway.

I could never remember the name of the flick, or the stars (it was one of the big guys, you know – Peck or Grant or Douglas, or someone like one of them…)

But I remember the story, and what a sucker punch to my pre-teen brain it was.

There was a reporter, on vacation or fired or somesuch, and he happens to be near a mine when there’s a cave-in. One guy is stuck inside, and the reporter crawls in to where the guy is pinned down and starts talking to him, and they become friends.

Word gets out, and suddenly this is a national story – and here the vacationing/fired/whatever reporter has an exclusive with the story of a career. And by this point, the guy trapped in the mountain trusts the reporter and no one else, so the story stays exclusive.

Then a decision needs to be made – there are two ways to get the guy out, and he asks his reporter buddy to decide which way. Both have their drawbacks, but one way – a visually spectacular drilling operation – would take longer.

Which means the story would go on longer…

The reporter’s choice and the consequences – whew-ee. For decades, when faced with a choice that can help me but might inconvenience another, I was haunted with the image of a drill arcing in the sky, boring a hole down into the earth, piercing more than dirt…

The name of the film is ACE IN THE HOLE; after decades of coming to believe I dreamed the whole thing, it came out on DVD this year. (The reporter was Douglas, in case you were wondering.)

Which brings me to this week’s writer: Billy Wilder.

Billy was a Jewish writer trying to make a career for himself in Berlin when Hitler came to power, which suddenly made the United States look attractive. (His mother and several other relatives ended their days in Auschwitz.)

Once here, he pretended to know enough English to get a job in Hollywood, a pretense that became true enough as he eventually garnered twelve Oscar nominations for screenwriting. For a nice piece of irony, check out BALL OF FIRE, a screwball comedy about a group of Professors perfecting an English encyclopedia.

The ever versatile Wilder not only mastered screwball, but is credited with creating the first true Noir film – DOUBLE INDEMNITY – which set the standard for all to follow.

Of course I should mention that he didn’t stop at writing, becoming a director and producer as well. One of four people to win an Oscar for writing, directing and producing on the same film.

Two of his movies consistently make my personal top twenty movies of all time – and I’m not even referring to SOME LIKE IT HOT or SUNSET BOULEVARD.

The benchmark for beauty in a Hollywood starlet for me was set in SABRINA; if she can’t make my heart go pitter-pat like Audrey Hepburn up in that tree, ever on the outside of the party, well then the girl just ain’t worth the effort.

And the bitter-sweet APARTMENT – the nice guy coming in last, just like in real life. And realizing that maybe last isn’t the worse place to be, just like in real life.

Those two movies alone would secure Billy Wilder my sincere adulation; add that to the score of other great films he is responsible for, and dag-nab it, the guy is just too good to be true.

Well, nobody’s perfect.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Rose Bambi Rewrites

Things are slow at work. The agencies are closed; most execs are off on holiday; and the only real work is cleaning up the year about to be past and setting up for the year about to be present.

A few things have made my day merrier.

My sister sent a short video of my nephews opening (and enjoying – whew!) the Christmas present Cath and I sent them. What a great way to say thank you!

Now I am waiting for brother Mark to send the video of him opening the macramé fruit-cake I combo knit/baked for him. I bet he was surprised!

And while here at work, I got a chuckle archiving a recent project.

Once a movie is in production, the rewrites are labeled by color – and actually printed on paper matching that color – to avoid confusion on set. You know you are looking at the wrong script if you are holding white pages and everyone else is holding pink pages.

The colors cycle through a standard order: white, blue, pink, yellow, etc.

The folks on this particular project got a little more creative, and broke from tradition with more colorful colors.

Some of my favorites:

Pumpkin Martini. Midori Sour. Purple Chicken.

And, of course, Bailey’s Irish Cream.

Now that was a good day for rewrites!

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Linus and Lucy - CB Part Six

For this next section, I need a dance break. Play the dance music from A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS, choose a character, and dance like them.

Go ahead. I’ll wait.

Wasn’t that fun?

That iconic music it is the most recognized song in all of Peanuts history. Many people call it the Charlie Brown theme.

Actually, the song is called “Linus and Lucy.” There is no “Charlie Brown Theme” in this show.

Which brings me to the sixth and final reason why A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS is the best holiday special ever:

It’s not about Charlie Brown.

By that I mean it’s not about you.

Or, more to the point, it’s not about me.

“I am learning that the church is at its best when it gives itself away… God doesn’t choose people just so they’ll feel good about themselves or secure in their standing with God or whatever else. God chooses people to be used to bless other people. Elected, predestined, chosen – whatever words people use for this reality, the point is never the person elected or chosen or predestined. The point is that person serving others, making their lives better.” - Rob Bell, Velvet Elvis

Charlie Brown is a vessel – and the real heart of the show isn’t about how Mr. Brown is changed or helped; it is about what he does for his community.

To understand the full impact of this, I must ask you to follow the blanket.

Did you know the term “security blanket” comes from the Peanuts? That’s the blanket we need to follow.

In the special, Linus’ blanket is featured in five scenes:

In the opening ice skating sequence, Snoopy tries to steal the blanket. Linus will not let go, and they end up wrapping up Charlie Brown and sending him skidding into a tree.

In the snowball scene, Lucy says that Linus will have to let go of the blanket someday – when he becomes an adult. Linus explains he will simply make a suit of the blanket.

When the parts are handed out, Lucy threatens her brother, saying he has to let go of the blanket to be a shepherd. He instead makes a costume of it.

The writers out there already know this, but three is the magic number, the number of completion.

If you want to make a point in a story, you show it once.

If you want to reinforce the point, you show it twice.

If you want to establish the point as Gospel Truth, you show it three times.

Here is Schulz’ message: under no circumstances will Linus give up his blanket.

This is critical; if we don’t get that, we cannot understand A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS.

So let me repeat: under no circumstances will Linus give up his blanket.

And then he does.

First, when reciting the Christmas story. For a moment, and just a moment, Linus forgets about the blanket.

More exactly, on the words “Fear not,” he lets go of his other security; retrieving the blanket as soon as the recitation is over.

And then at the end, Linus gives up his blanket completely to wrap around the base of the tree.

“I never thought it was such a bad little tree. It’s not bad at all, really. Maybe it just needs a little love.” -Linus, A Charlie Brown Christmas

A little sacrificial love.

Linus tells Charlie Brown earlier that he knows what Christmas means; then he shows that meaning in action.

Sacrificial love.

Linus is changed by Charlie Brown’s search for meaning; the whole community (which joins in decorating the tree) is changed; even Lucy – who admits that the blockhead did get a good tree after all -- is changed.

Why is A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS the best holiday show ever?

“Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness.” - Psalm 30:11

Merry Christmas.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Hark! - CB Part Five

Okay, for the writers out there: let’s admit it. A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS has a rather odd structure. It’s almost as if it were a bunch of newspaper strips strung together…

Oh, wait. That’s right.

Even though its construction may not be tight, or traditional, when Mr. Schulz strung together those strips, he did use a structure.

Earlier, I pointed out that Charlie Brown begins the show making his complaint known. “I just don’t understand Christmas, I guess… I always end up feeling depressed.” (And I showed this as appropriate behavior by comparing it to the opening of a Psalm.)

For the rest of the show, Charlie explores that complaint, and at the end comes to the conclusion that G-d is greater than his worries. The special even concludes with a hymn of praise to G-d.

“Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn king! Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinner reconciled!”

Which brings me to reason #5 for why A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS is the best holiday special ever:

The show is a Psalm.

That is the format of many of the Psalms – from complaint through exploration to praise.

Notice that Charlie Brown’s circumstances haven’t changed – everything that depresses him is still there.

“But the lament psalms never show us an external improvement in the situation. We know such improvement can happen through prayer, and the Bible attests to it, but not in these psalms. They attest to another reality: the change that takes place in the psalmist in the act of praying.” -Ellen Davis, Getting Involve With God

Charlie Brown’s circumstances haven’t changed, but, Charlie Brown has changed.

But more importantly… (to be continued)

Just my thoughts,

Sean

What Child is This? CB Part Four

My fourth (out of six, for those counting) reason that I think A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS is the best holiday special ever:

I love the non-answer answer.

When Chuck hits the end of his rope, and demands if anyone knows what Christmas is all about, Linus steps forward and gives his famous little speech.

“And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shown around about them. And they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you tidings of great joy which will be to all people.”

And that is what it is about. Tidings of hope. Glory. And, in a word: Jesus.

There is no pablum here about we all need to feel good, or Christmas is about giving, or Christmas is about all humanity learning to get along.

It’s about divine hope in the mystery of a divine child.

“One of the great ‘theologians’ of our time, Sean Penn, put it this way: “When everything gets answered, it’s fake. The mystery is the truth.” -Rob Bell, Velvet Elvis

Linus’ words are not a logical argument.

They are not a direct answer.

Linus doesn’t say, “Charlie Brown, you are struggling in this area because G-d is building such and such a character trait in you.”

Really, it just points in the direction of an answer.

But it is an answer that works – not just for Charlie, but for the audience. We are satisfied that the question has been answered.

It is just a little bit of light, but: “It is as if the smallest amount of light is infinitely more powerful than massive amounts of dark.” -Rob Bell, Velvet Elvis

Linus gives just a little bit of light.

And it is enough.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Writer of Week #8 - As Time Goes By

I have the script for ARSENIC AND OLD LACE sitting on my desk.

I never grow tired of that movie, or of Cary Grant’s double, then triple, then bazillaliple takes on discovering that his kindly aunts have a body in the window seat.

Which brings me to this week’s writer – writing team, actually. Julius and twin Philip Epstein, screen adaptors of ARSENIC, and forever planted in movie history for one film that had lines like:

“We’ll always have Paris.”

“Round up the usual suspects.”

“I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”

And the line that they never wrote, that doesn’t appear in the film, but enough people think it does to give it mention:

“Play it again, Sam.”

(I believe the actual line is more akin to: “You played it for her, you can play it for me. Play it!” Did I get that right?)

Those lines came about because the brothers Epstein were on contract at a studio, and were assigned as part of their daily duties the adaptation of an un-produced play: EVERYBODY COMES TO RICK’S.

We of course know the result as CASABLANCA.

The Epsteins wrote quite a few money makers for their studio, but the relationship was more akin to family than business – and by that I mean love/hate yet can’t quite stay away.

Julius often criticized his own work there, including CASABLANCA, calling it full of corn.

And the brothers apparently were irascible practical jokers, often incurring the wrath of the studio heads.

Perhaps the relationship is best summed up by Julius himself. When asked in a House of UnAmerican Activities questionnaire if he belonged to a subversive organization, he responded:

“Yes. Warner Bros.”

So Julius and Philip, here’s looking at you, kids.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Skating - CB Part Three

So good old blockhead Charlie Brown has admitted his depression, and is on the search through it to the other side.

Which brings up reason #3 as to why A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS is the best holiday special ever.

Charlie does some good exploration.

He could choose to just sit and moan (or “share the truth in love” – thanks Omar) and feel sorry for himself – but instead he seeks help.

Now Lucy may not be the wisest choice, but really, where can a five year old go to get psychiatric help for only a nickel?

(I see Lucy as being akin Job’s friends – trying to be helpful, but keep getting in their own way.)

And while Charles Schulz has some fun with the easy answers, he lets Lucy stumble upon a really good one:

Seek community.

“The LORD God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone.” -GENESIS 2:18

Sure, there are times when you need a little space, or even a bit of “alone with G-d” time. Heck, the kid who’s birthday we close banks for sought a little alone time every morning.

But it isn’t good to be in life alone.

Seek community. Yeah, Lucy, maybe I could do with a little involvement.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Christmas Puppy - CB Part Two

My niece has discovered A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS. She has a different title for it. She calls it:

“Christmas puppy I want.”

Me too.

Here is the second part of my argument for why A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS is the best holiday special ever.

I left off last time stating that declaring one’s unhappiness (especially in the season of joy) goes against social expectations for churched Americans – we have Jesus, how could we possibly feel incomplete?

However, it is Biblical to grouse about our lousy state of mind.

Especially to G-d.

“Hear my prayer, O Lord, let my cry for help come to you. For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers. My heart is blighted and withered like grass; I forget to eat my food. Because of my loud groaning, I am reduced to skin and bones.” -PSALM 102: 1, 3 & 4

I’m planning on packaging those verses as the California Biblical Whining Diet. I’ll make a fortune.

The Bible is chock full of people talking about feeling depressed, or unfulfilled or disappointed. Claiming that they just don’t understand Christmas – well, don’t understand G-d anyway.

And these are the prophets and saints – from Moses to David to Peter to Paul – all questioning G-d.

Now before you go off whining and making everyone around you miserable – all while saying, “Sean made me do it,” -- I have to warn you that not all complaining is Good Book approved.

In fact, there are scores of complainers in the Bible that are struck down from above for their bellyaching.

There are two tricks to the G-dly questioner: one, is being willing to admit you don’t have the answers. Which requires turning over control:

“Questions, no matter how shocking or blasphemous or arrogant or ignorant or raw, are rooted in humility. A humility that understands that I am not God. And there is more to know.” Rob Bell, VELVET ELVIS

Charlie Brown is definitely in a position of humility.

The second trick is to keep it real.

By that I mean keep it from just being griping – moaning for moaning sakes or just to whine isn’t a Biblical notion – that’s desert moaning. That’s “hey, let’s incur the wrath of the Almighty” moaning.

This other, goodly kind of complaining is a searching – looking to move through the mood.

“This book of Job hints at a strange truth that is never explained, and probably cannot be explained: the full admission of pain opens the door to hope.” -Ellen Davis, GETTING INVOLVED WITH GOD

Heading towards hope is a good kind of melancholy. And that goes to who we make the admission.

In the Psalms – it is always directed to G-d; in the desert, it is always a means to an end – gossip to make the speaker feel better for having spread his/her misery.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Christmas Time is Here - CB Part One

My job here is simple: I am going to explain to you why A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS is the best holiday special.

Ever.

I have six reasons (well, seven, but reason 5.5 is more personal than universal). So let’s get started.

“I think there must be something wrong with me, Linus. Christmas is coming, but I’m not happy. I don’t feel the way I’m supposed to feel. I just don’t understand Christmas, I guess… I always end up feeling depressed.” - Charlie Brown, A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS

Reason #1: The show speaks the Truth.

In the midst of Season of Joy, it is rather unfashionable to be depressed. A somber aspect will bring on cries of, “Come on, get in the holiday spirit!”

As for me, I always get melancholy this time of year. It’s as traditional as caroling, decorating the tree, and sneaking downstairs at 5 am Christmas morning to swap the butterscotch pudding from my stocking with the chocolate pudding in Mark’s stocking.

A lot of people get yuletide depression; more than we know, as so many of us are putting on merry Christmas masks. And the reasons are abundant in this season-

Family blues – from those who can’t be with their loved ones for the holidays.

Or those who are forced to put up with their loved ones for the holidays.

The pressure of expectations – I’ve got to find that perfect gift for our neighbors, Gladys Kravitz, or she’ll send her dog over to my yard to do his business!

Failed expectations – I bought Gladys an i-phone, but she still sends her dog over to my yard!

And this season isn’t just for religiously commercial holidays – coming in December, it is a reminder that we’ve wasted another whole year.

Sigh.

Charlie Brown was boy enough to admit he was feeling blue. In fact, he kinda made it okay to say it. A little hip, even.

In the seasonal dumps? Just say:

“I’m feeling a little Charlie Brownish”

People will understand.

I realize that this borders on complaining, which goes against the American Christian work ethic of grin and bear it, but…

We’ll save that but for reason #2.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Indiana Straight No Chaser

Friend Ray passed on this you-tube take on The 12 Days of Christmas.

Enjoy.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Hiro Nakamura walked by my office window today.

Of course he was in disguise as actor Masi Oka.

I felt all safe and warm, knowing he was around to protect us.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Writer of Week #6 – Vacation to Mordor

Got a much needed laugh on the way to work this morning, listening to the Loh Life, as Sandra Tsing Loh talks about her vacation to Mordor.

Yep, that Mordor.

Check out the podcast.

Which brings me to the featured writer of the week: The team of Peter Jackson and Fran Walsh.

This writing duo, in fellowship with Philippa Boyens, are responsible for one of the best adaptations from literature to screen around: THE LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy.

Not an easy task, as the lifeless animation project from years gone by can attest.

One aspect of this writing duo (now trio?) that makes them worthy of special mention is their diversity.

Peter and Fran first made a name for themselves (okay, the “name” goes to Peter since he was also the director, and writers rarely get “named”) with comedic horror, including a pre-Fran BAD TASTE about aliens running a human-as-food farm, and MEET THE FEEBLES, a muppet based gross out comedy.

Not quite the Oscar contending pedigree you would expect; neither did anyone else as the pair tackled a sensitive adaptation from reality, HEAVENLY CREATURES, which did indeed attract an Oscar nomination for writing.

My introduction to their work was the Michael J. Fox ghost comedy, THE FRIGHTENERS. I remember laughing a lot, wondering at the mish-mash of genre, and unsure of why the critics seemed to dislike it so much.

I also caught FORGOTTEN SILVER, a fake documentary where Jackson (in reality) convinced much of New Zealand that he found early reels of innovative movies by the esteemed Ziwi director, Colin MacKenzie.

So convincing was the documentary, that several Universities added the material into their film studies classes.

Before realizing that there was never a person called Colin MacKenzie.

So we got splatter-horror comedies, quiet drama, adult muppet behavior (pre-dating AVENUE Q), a failed Hollywood flick, and a television released mockumentary.

Sounds like perfect training for a big budget Hollywood ten-hour epic.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Life Behind His Eyes

My brother Mark has reminded me that being cynical is distracting me from Life.

And by that, I mean LIFE, the NBC show on Wednesday nights, and one of the best premieres of the season. The show has procedural action; it has great character depth and interesting character conflicts; it has a mystery per show AND a great mystery arcing over the season.

But most of all it has an incredibly well-written and well-acted lead.

I realize that I am speaking to a generation that isn’t familiar with Steve McQueen, folks that never experienced his brand of slow cool. Well, here’s your chance.

When you watch Steve in character, you know he is always thinking – maybe about what he is saying, maybe about something completely different – but there is a vivid life going on behind his eyes.

And Steve was always so cool, that he wouldn’t rush that thinking – slow, steady, and dangerously provocative.

Whether MAGNIFICENT SEVEN, TOWERING INFERNO or THE GREAT ESCAPE, whether a bright character or a dimmer bulb (face it, for all his exciting action, Cooler King Hiltz wasn’t the quickest on the uptake), his characters were always coolly thinking.

Damian Lewis’ Charlie in LIFE is channeling Steve McQueen.

A few weeks back, I watched a clip from THE GREAT ESCAPE in prep for a spiritual retreat (hey, you spiritual retreat your way, I’ll spiritual retreat mine); shortly after that I watched an episode of LIFE – and I got shivers, the acting style was so uncannily close to McQueen.

And this isn’t just a theory.

Recently I had the opportunity to sit next to an AD from LIFE (at a WGA informational event, but let’s not think about that). I shared with him my feelings about Steve McQueen, he smiled, said he would pass that on because…

It ain’t a coincidence. Apparently Damian read the part of the revenge seeking Zen detective, and it so reminded him of McQueen that he intentionally approaches the role that way.

Check out the design as well -- from the cars he drives to the camera angles to hints in the fashion…

The King of Cool is back.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Where Ideas Come From

I just did another e-mail interview -- this time about creativity. (I didn't have to talk about the strike -- woohoo!)

This was from a college student who directed a production of my play, FOOLISH WISEMAN, at her school. As part of the process, she wrote a paper that included answering some questions about the author.

I thought y'all might want a brief insight to the creative process, so here are two of her questions and my answers:

What inspired you to write "Foolish Wiseman?"

While I was working for Taproot Theatre in Seattle, we needed a Christmas themed play to tour to Japan. The one we were planning on touring had fallen through, so we had a matter of days to come up with a replacement before rehearsals began.

The limits were stiff – small cast, set and costumes that could travel on a Japanese subway, lots of physicality (as it would be performed for people learning English), etc.

I’ve always been drawn to stories about the “other” guy, the one we never heard about, such as Tom Stoppard’s “Rosencrantz and Guilderstern Are Dead” (what were they doing behind the scenes while Hamlet was soliloquizing)?

So that got me to thinking about the friends of the magi – did they support their pals’ odd behavior? And that led me to Ogion – the friend who wished he went at first time around, and now has to catch up.

I guess there is a part of me that identifies deeply with just that – regretting taking so long to get on board, and racing to catch up.

I love VeggieTales! How did you come to write for them?

I wrote my first VeggieTales script on a dare, and never thought it would actually become a video.

Back when Bob and Larry were still fairly new, I was arguing with a friend. His position was that they were great and all, but so very limited, because there are so many Bible stories that can’t be told for children.

I dared him to name one, and he did: David and Bathesheba.

So I wrote “King David and the Bath Ducky” just to prove him wrong.

Another friend, artist Bryan Ballinger, was interviewing with Big Idea, and passed off my script as he negotiated his fee. They liked it enough to offer to buy it -- even though it took a year to figure out how to market it. Seeing the same problem as posed earlier, they wondered how to handle parents of the kids that looked up the original story and then asked questions about adultery and the like.

It took over a year and a massive rewrite by Phil Vischer, as well as a change in era, location and title – but I was now in the Big Idea house.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Before Fade Out

I just answered some question via e-mail regarding the strike (a college student interview).

Mostly repeated what I've already said here -- how the writer's deserve more money, how neither side is acting like nice children, etc.

Here's a question I haven't answered for y'all, so here goes:

3. What do you feel will be the final outcome of the strike?

Here’s my prediction: Both sides will announce how they totally humiliated the other side and got a deal so sweet that their a. guild members or b. stockholders should lift them on their shoulders and parade them around town as heroes.

Then in three months, it will be back to claiming that our side (whichever side you want, as both will say this) got totally hosed in the deal, and just wait until next time when we really show them!

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Depends on what the definition of "is" is...

The strike isn’t looking to end any time soon.

After Thursday, the WGA asked for a lift on the news blackout, so they could talk to their members about the negotiations. But before chatting with their members, they released a statement blasting the studios.

Just like that, we’re back to mud slinging.

I suppose reading my blog, one would either assume I am anti-WGA, or wonder where I fall in this issue. So let me restate for the record:

I think the Guild is right that the writers deserve a bigger piece of the pie than they are currently getting – especially in the area of new media.

So, ironically, I get even more hot and bothered when they aren’t upright in how they are trying to get that piece of the pie.

Such as this weekend, as they are outright lying in reporting that the studio is asking for rollbacks.

I’m not saying that the Studios is saying that they are lying – as far as I’ve heard, the Studios haven’t responded at all to the WGA attacks.

No, it is the WGA that says that the WGA is lying.

The dictionary defines a rollback as a reduction to a prior level. In terms of contracts, this would be if the workers are currently being paid ten dollars an hour, and the bosses say they want to move it to nine dollars an hour.

Prior to the strike, the WGA claimed (correctly so) that the writers were being paid zero dollars for many of the uses of their material on the internet.

The writers now are saying that the Studios have offered to pay a mere couple of thousand dollars for something written for the web.

From zero to a couple of thousand.

And the WGA is claiming this is a rollback – in other words, in the math of the WGA, 2,000 is literally less than zero.

Here’s an old joke: A college student pushes his overflowing cart into the “Ten items or less” checkout aisle in Boston. The checker glances at the cart, then at the “Ten items or less” sign, and quips, “So, are you from MIT and can’t read, or from Harvard and can’t add?”

I’m thinking that the representatives of the Writer’s guild know what the term “rollback” means, being wordsmiths and all.

Here’s the deal folks: if the dollar amount is accurate (and who knows with the level of honesty being shown here), then it is a small amount. A half hour of prime time television nets over $20,000 for a writer. For prime time television.

And if the Studios were suggesting a cut in that amount, it would indeed be a rollback. But this isn’t a rollback, just a paltry offer – from zero to two thousand.

So why doesn’t the WGA come out and say, “Hey, the studios made an offer, but the amount is a joke?” Why lie instead and call it a rollback?

It’s not as if writers are too stupid to know that a pittance is only a pittance; it’s not as if the writers will fold if they aren’t lied to.

Then why?

Because the point isn’t to report a lack of progress, the point is to make the strikers angry. And if the Studios are perceived as trying to take back money already given, then the strikers will get Hulk angry.

Angry strikers make good, long strikers.

A goal apparently worthy of the lie.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

A Little Direction, Please

There’s a lot of hullabaloo surrounding THE GOLDEN COMPASS.

I’m not going to comment a whole lot on it, except to direct you to sources I trust.

Here’s Jeffrey Overstreet’s words of wisdom.

Jeff Berryman’s odyssey through the books – entry one and two.

And an Atlantic article that more than fairly covers the film and book.

Enjoy or ignore as you wish.

Just my thoughts,

Sean