Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Prodigal Stories


Friend Jeff has posted an to-the-heart take on sin, forgiveness, and the importance of story.

Check out his blog: The Daily Hopper, and scroll down to "A Prodigal Son Hypothetical."

Snippet therefrom:

" Here's the problem for those who would reduce the life of faith to moral behavior. What do we do with failure?"

Go, Jeff!

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Monday, October 30, 2006

Everybody Loves Phil


My good friend Scott sent me this article on Everybody Loves Raymond creator, Phil Rosenthal.

He sent it primarily because of this quote:

"If he had to pin down a reason for so many failed comedies, he said, it would probably be that writers keep looking to get the next laugh instead of trying to “tell a great story.”"

Check it out. As I will be checking out Mr. Rosenthal's book, You’re Lucky You’re Funny: How Life Becomes a Sitcom.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Friday, October 27, 2006

I'd Like an Order of Chaos with a Side of Tyranny, Please

I’ve been working with a couple of organizations lately that have made me think of this quote from Bob Briner and Ray Pritchard’s The Leadership Lessons of Jesus:

“Contrary to popular opinion, order does not stifle creativity, but promotes it. It does not restrict freedom, but enhances it for the greatest number. Disorder is a kind of tyranny in which good things seldom happen. When disorder reigns, people suffer in many ways.

“There is a vast difference between order and regimentation. Jesus didn’t tell the five thousand to sit down in groups, organized alphabetically by last name, to count off, and remain silent until addressed. Instead, he created order that was not ominous and restrictive, but pleasant and liberating.

“Regimentation stifles creativity, and restricts freedom, but order creates an environment where freedom and creativity flourish.”

Order but not regimentation. A fine balance – yet having worked recently as an artist for hire in both disorder and regimentation, I have to say that Bob and Ray are on to something.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Thursday, October 26, 2006

15 Cents a Day

NPR is in its pledge drive, which makes it hard to listen to. I try keeping the dial tuned to their station anyway, figuring it is the least I owe them (beats writing a check), but some days it is harder than others.

Like today, when the female beggar -- uh, I mean fund raiser-- suggested a donation level of $15 a month, and her chipper male partner pointed out that the amount worked out to "about fifteen cents a day!"

With the voices of math teachers Tolomay and O'Leary screaming in my head, I changed channels to a less literate but hopefully more numerically sound station.

So that’s how I ended up on the talc music channel. (Think about it, wait, wait – there it is. What, you expected a better pun from me?)

I was not assailed with politician math there, but their sense of history baffled me.

The announcers were giving clues about a musician, offering the listener a chance to guess the artist. Since one of the clues was an event that helped create “one of the greatest musical careers of the century,” I was thinking in terms of Bono, or Sting, or some other contemporary one word moniker.

It was somebody I never heard of, which didn’t surprise me as much as learning that the performer’s first song aired in 2002.

If my math is less fuzzy than the fun-drivers, that makes his “greatest career of the century” only four years long.

Which I suppose qualifies on a technicality with a century only six years in existence. But still, it feels like politician math to me.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Cud Stuff

A few rather diverse things in Entertainment Weekly (October 27 issue) struck me as worth ruminating on.

Maybe you will ruminate some as well.

Apropos to my entry into the world of sit-coms, Dalton Ross says this in a review of The Addams Family television series:

“It doesn’t sound like a big thing, but therein lay the key to the 1960’s sitcom: Sure, it was irreverent and off-the-wall, but unlike pretty much all the comedies on the air today, these characters genuinely loved and cared for one another.”

From a guy who has run for office, I found this tidbit from Clint Eastwood on the current political climate interesting:

“We’re living in a kindergarten. It should be on issues, and that’s the thing that makes you sick about the political scheme of things right now, regardless of which side.”

And another actor who is clearly a smart cookie, Masi Oka says this about his character in Heroes, Hiro:

“I play him like a big kid, inspired by Tom Hanks in Big.”

Just triggering my thoughts,

Sean

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Holding Out for a Hero

As long as we are talking about superheroes, here’s a little thought provocation from Kurt Busiek, in his introduction to Astro City: Life in the Big City.

At this point in the essay, Kurt is talking about the complaint he often hears about the superhero genre, that the characters are too simplistic and that they are nothing more than symbols. He then lists several of the figurative views of heroes – Superman as the weak child wishing for strength; Captain America as American ideal, etc.

Then he says this:

“However – and you knew there was going to be a however, right? – what charms me about that objection to the superhero is the way it points out, in the guise of criticism, what to me is the greatest strength of the superhero genre – the ease with which superheroes can be used as metaphor, as symbol, whether for the psychological transformation of adolescence, the self-image of a nation, or something else. A genre that can do something like that – is that really a limitation?”

For a compelling introduction to Busiek’s work, check out Marvels, or my favorite graphic novel of recent times, Superman: Secret Identities – Busiek’s own take on the Heroes question “What would happen if someone discovered super powers in a non-superpower world?”

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Monday, October 23, 2006

Just Super, Thanks

(Warning: Heroes contains material of violence and sexuality. It also contains scenes of super powers and situations that make comic book geeks get giggles of joy. You have been warned.)

SPOILERS contained within.

When Jennifer Schuchmann and I first embarked on collaborating on a musical for American Heritage Academy three years ago, the kids at the school said that they wanted a play about superheroes.

But not just about superheroes; they wanted a show that was about what makes a hero. The kids knew that super powers do not a hero make.

Heroes on NBC also know that super powers do not a hero make, and they too are interested in what it is that makes a hero.

In a world without folks in tights running around representing for truth, justice and the American way, some people are starting to realize they have unusual powers.

A cop hears people’s thoughts.

An artist draws the future.

A nurse thinks he can fly.

But does this make them heroes? Certainly not for the guy who uses his powers to become a serial murderer.

The single mom whose alter ego kills with remarkable ease and glee might not be on the side of the angels.

Or how about the indestructible cheerleader that takes the rapist for a ride into a brick wall at 90 miles an hour? Is that heroic? Or is that just vengeance?

I don’t know; but I do know that Heroes is a marvelous, compelling and entertaining way to explore such questions.

And that it makes this comic book geek giggle with joy.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

PS Save the cheerleader. Save the world.

Saturday, October 21, 2006


It was risky; last season's ender was one of those, “this changes everything” stunners – but when a show is great, is changing everything a worthy risk?

In this case, yes.

Battlestar Galactica remains one of my favorite shows on television, representing the best of what sci-fi can do. Deep, socially relevant, intensely challenging – all wrapped up in a compelling story with driving action. What’s not to love?

This show is still the most significant study on the post-911 world that I have encountered to date – in fiction or non-fiction. The story gives complex viewpoints on all sides of right to life, suicide bombings, just war, the nature of love, politics, nationalism, religion, loyalty and on and on. No easy answers, no obvious choices, just thought provoking intensity.

Even without the brain, the brawn of the series would keep me tuning in.

The second episode of the season ended with a scene straight out of The Great Escape (no accusation here, I believe it was homage not theft). Key members of the resistance being trucked to a destination unknown, let out of the vehicles for a leg stretch as their captors line up with the machine guns… Edge of the seat action.

Or the echoes of issues from the Jewish ghettoes of Poland: the population under occupation being asked to police itself – does that make the police traitors, or supporters of their people? Compelling drama.

Yeah, I’m sticking around for more.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Dearly Departed

(Warning: This is a Scorsese film, chockful of violence and flowing with foul language.)

Martin Scorsese is trying for another Oscar bid with The Departed, and many of the critics are raving. Not me, and here’s why.

The Bad: Don’t expect a lot of coherence. Several scenes seem randomly placed, and you will only hurt your head trying to figure out what they are doing there. (What’s the deal with the opera scene, and Jack Nicholson tossing cocaine around? Is it because every movie about the Italian mob requires an opera scene, and Marty didn’t want the Irish to feel left out?)

There are many set ups with no payoffs (as you watch, do not become invested in the envelope that DiCaprio leaves with the psychologist, telling her to open it if something happens to him and that it is very, very important. It isn’t, and the envelope is never mentioned again.)

This is a movie that needs no deus ex machina, yet somehow manages to squeeze several in during the last fifteen minutes. Taped conversations never hinted at before, a lawyer that missed mention, an act of trust that makes no sense, a cop choosing to make an arrest in the stupidest way imaginable… Again, don’t think about it – it will only make things worse.

Jack Nicholson’s performance is too far over the top. And we are talking about a movie where everything is intentionally over the top; you have to go a long way over before it becomes annoying. Yet Jack reaches that height.

The Good: I’d hate to be the guy trying to decide which actor should be up for the Oscar. Mark Wahlberg, Martin Sheen, and Alec Baldwin each deserve a statuette. Leonardo DiCaprio is a revelation in this movie; and Matt Damon maintains his status as one of my favorite smart action stars. And all five work off of each other -- each making the other guy look good (which is another reason that Jack’s performance was so disappointing.)

There are scenes that are explosively compelling; as well as scenes that are quietly beautiful. Martin Sheen inviting DiCaprio to sit and eat, “We’ll talk in the kitchen.” Beautiful.

The Ugly: So, there’s some good stuff, and some not good stuff. What’s the tipping point for me?

Ultimately, this is a movie that doesn’t matter. It has been compared to Shakespeare – mostly because a lot of people die in the end. But in Shakespeare, the lives of those killed mattered.

Verona was left a sadder but wiser place because Romeo and Juliet foolishly lived out their story. Denmark was transformed by the action of Hamlet. Even the dark deeds of Macbeth left us survivors altered, with more to ponder and carry away.

Shakespeare's characters left a mark. Their existence mattered.

Yet The Departed doesn’t matter – the characters do not leave a mark. It is reminiscent of Shakespeare more in embodying the line: “Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

Martin Scorsese has been accused of having too much Good Friday in his films, and not enough Easter.

Maybe that’s it.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Quote of the Moment

"Only if we are secure in our beliefs can we see the comical side of the universe."

-Flanner O'Connor, Mystery and Manners

Monday, October 16, 2006

Seriously Funny

In response to my post on Banned Books Week, Rob said... “I agree, Sean. But for me, it's not a laughing matter. Banning books belongs to the Nazis and the Taliban…”

Rob, I will whole-heartedly support your stance that this is a serious matter, and that is why I will continue to use humor in confronting it.

While I will grant that there is a form of humor that “makes light” of its topics, I find that wit is actually the strongest form of defense (and offense!) in exploring serious matters. Social criticism is a pill better swallowed, and often more effective, when presented in the form of comedy.

You will find that folks like, say, the Nazis (since you brought them up) tolerated no lampooning of their ideas – not because they thought them too serious of a subject matter, but because they knew that their propaganda could not stand up to the scrutiny of the comedian.

It requires someone with the ability to laugh to point out that the emperor has no clothes; and we have too many emperors running around this world. We require more laughing and pointing.

As Heywood Broun pointed out, “Humor is the grit in the evolutionary process. ‘Does it matter?’ is the underlying mood in almost every expression of humor. And of course it does matter.”

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Friday, October 13, 2006

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Great Scott

Friend Bryan pointed me to this article by acquaintance Scott Derrickson. Well worth the read.

Some quotes that caught my eye:

“Trying to be both an artist and a Christian involves one in an inevitable tension. While religion draws lines and sets boundaries, the role of the artist is to stretch boundaries, to find new ways of looking at things, to question, to break free of constraints.”

“Christian films are often resistible because Christian screenwriter have the habit of writing about what they believe instead of about what really moves them.”

“Many Christians in the film business have developed a unique ability to compartmentalize their faith. Their lives are like a TV dinner, and their faith is like the upper-left-hand section where the corn always goes.”

Just my thoughts,

Sean

More Sinister

My children's book, Larryboy and the Sinister Snow Day had another printing -- now up to 31,000 copies in print.

Wahoo!

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Happy Birthday Sean!

My favorite guy...













(Snorkeling off Maui in August. Way too much fun!)

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Sleepless in Atlanta

Not getting much sleep here in Atlanta. After full days and evenings of script readings and think tanks, there has been “unofficial” late night screenings of movies that other symposium attendees are involved with.

Friday night was Sensation of Sight, a gorgeous film by Aaron Wiederspahn, produced by Buzz McLaughlin. The film is deeply moving, a collage of seemingly disparate yet connected stories of those trying to make sense out of life’s seeming senselessness.

This is one of those films that you watch the first time for the story – and yearn to watch again to dig more into the visual metaphors and poetry.

Aaron’s flick is helped out by a truly astounding and understated performance by David Strathairn, as well as a surprising deep and emotional turn by Ian Somerhalder.

Last night was a choice between two films. The more serious Trade (starring Kevin Kline) is a multi-language look on the sex-slave trade in the Americas. Devastating and appropriately harsh, the movie speaks to an important issue with a compelling and driving story.

I was able to see a special preview of Trade in L.A., so this go around I opted for the somewhat less intense option, The Proper Care and Feeding of an American Messiah. This mockumentary from Chris Hansen is a hilarious look at a fella that believes he is a messiah.

Not the messiah, just a messiah. For this region.

The dvd we were watching glitched up ¾ of the way through the viewing, so I’m not quite sure how this one wraps up. We shall have to wait for a full review.

But the important thing is this: I haven’t slept. Too much art going on.

Gotta get me some less compelling art.

In fact, I’m sunk into a couch watching Sunday Night football as I type this. Ah, less compelling art.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Quote of the Moment

Creative Writing Weekly reminded me of this classic quote:

"Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers." – T.S. Eliot

Friday, October 06, 2006

Quiet Time

As many of you know, I am in Atlanta with ArtWithin, attending their writer’s symposium this weekend.

(Alice, I think I am going to miss you by a few hours on Sunday – tell Clare that I said hello. That should freak her out, as I would have just seen her a few hours earlier…)

The symposium is a wild ride as always. A very smart bunch of people gathered in the room to wrestle with issues of art and faith and creativity and humanity and where to eat lunch.

Also a bunch of script readings, and late night screenings.

No sleep, but a hoot.

Just saw a screening of an unreleased movie, He Was A Quiet Man, produced by Mike Leahy, starring Christian Slater and William H. Macy. A very timely film, strong story and nice direction. Christian Slater has never been better in a film, completely disappearing in the role.

Mike Leahy is a friend, so I was very pleased that his movie is so good. Hate it when friends make bad movies. Becomes kind of a strain.

“Wow, that was… was… well that sure was what it was, wasn’t it?”

Awkward.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Pushing 60


Since I am known to be a fan of Aaron Sorkin’s writing, I suppose I should comment on the “controversy” in his latest show, Studio 60 On the Sunset Strip. Let me limit my comments to answering a few questions:

Does Aaron Sorkin’s show have an agenda against certain Christians? And does that interfere with the quality of the writing?

The answer to both questions is: yes. Mr. Sorkin is passionate about many things, including aspects of the faith community. But this passion is a good thing – a writer needs to have a little fire in their belly to drive their craft.

However, there are times when Mr. Sorkin gets lazy or simply allows his opinions to interfere in his craft. For example, episode three of Studio 60 includes a rehearsal of a sketch showing various faiths ignoring scientific evidence that contradicts their beliefs.

The glaring thing about the sketch isn’t the point that it is trying to make; no, the standout is the fact that the sketch doesn’t even try to be funny. There is no attempt in the writing for wit, or surprise, or irony – it is simply a recitation of belief and counter evidence.

Later in the show, when the actual performance is done in a montage, there is a funny joke from this sketch, so we know that it could have been funny if the writers wanted it to be.

But instead they tried to get us to believe that shows like Saturday Night Live are content having a sketch without humor.

Is it good or bad for the kingdom for the show to have a practicing Christian character?

Good. Is the character flawed? Sure. Incomplete? Yep. Ring hollow at times? Yeah.

And yet, there is a character on prime time television that is a believing and practicing Christian who – and this in the critical part – is admired and respected by her peers. She is not merely tolerated, or simply endured, she is respected.

Her cast mates care for her, protect her, and value her opinion.

A Christian who is respected as a person? For me, that is a step in the right direction.

Mr. Sorkin has problems with Christians in general; but he is willing to show respect to a Christian in particular.

A step in the right direction.

And by the way, this isn’t the first time a practicing Christian has been given a position of great respect by Aaron Sorkin – let’s not forget the leader of the free world, President Bartlett.

Will you be watching this show?

Warts and all, yes. I will tolerate the sections of poor and pointless writing to get to the sections of solid and inspiring writing. Sorkin is a great writer when he wants to be, and I have much I can learn from him.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

ps For a smart take on Studio 60, hop on over to Quote the Maven

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Toddling Along Blind


My short film, The Importance of Blind Dating, just keeps moving on up. We now have an offer from a distribution company to handle commercial distribution. (Hmmm, would a distribution company handle something other than distribution?)

Knowing the market for short films, I imagine that I will be independently wealthy in a month or so. And then I'll finally be able to forget all you little people...

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Democracy and Art

A friend of mine (Bryan Ballinger) has entered his artwork in an online poll.

Go and vote.

I won't tell you which ones are his, so as to not influence you. I will mention that I voted for #22.

Take advantage of scrolling through the art one picture at a time -- there really are some thought provoking pieces in there.

Enjoy.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

The Road to Nower Part 6: Giggles Gone Wrong

From Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip:

Harriet: I got a laugh at the table read when I asked for the butter in the dinner sketch. I didn’t get it at the dress. What did I do wrong?

Matt: You asked for the laugh.

Harriet: What did I do at the table read?

Matt: You asked for the butter.

In my last update on Nower, I explained the first of two approaches that Joel and I took that guarantees our failure – making it a three camera sit-com. The second is our comedy style.

Our script generates the required three laughs a page, but they are apparently the wrong kind of laughs.

As one television veteran explained in critiquing our script: “Too many of your laughs come from the story and from character. Sit-coms today have a set formula – setup, punchline; setup, punchline; setup, punchline. Your script is too much like theater. In theater, the jokes serve the story. In television, the story and characters serve the joke.”

Of course he is right – that is the way most sitcoms are structured.

But that is also what Joel and I agreed was why most sitcoms don’t feel funny – despite the jokes. They aren’t about character or story, they aren’t places that one wants to spend time, they aren’t compelling.

Seems we aren’t the only ones to think so. The October 6th Entertainment Weekly included an article called “TV Comedy Is Broken” – a collection of interviews with a television producer, writer and actors.

An anonymous actress summed up the problem thusly, “I’ve seen sitcoms…rely on very empty jokes that were not character-related or plot-related in terms of telling a story about something real.”

The writer said, “As for multi-camera comedies, the networks seem to care less about story, character and content and more about style.”

So Joel and I made a point to do funny that came from plot and character.

It’s working against us; but I think we can live with that.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Sunday, October 01, 2006

More TV talk - from Cath

Okay - I'm not the story expert in the family - but I do watch TV and am interested in what works and what doesn't and why.

So...these aren't the final authoritative statements about these shows - but they are early opinions.

UGLY BETTY - I was excited about this show. But found myself disappointed. Why? Well, while I really enjoyed America Ferrera's character, and appreciated that the writers didn't fall into the trap of the "ugly duckling" stereotype, I felt that everyone else in the show was a total caricature. When the show is about seeing worth in things that we are unfairly labeling (the "don't judge a book by its cover" idea) - why on earth would you make the other characters so obvious and unreal? Makes no sense to me. A shame.

BROTHERS AND SISTERS - I knew nothing about this show before watching. I watched it right after "Ugly Betty" (Oh, the joys of TiVo.). While some characters could be stereotyped (Calista Flockhart's character is a conservative radio host) - it was more about subtle layers - about being real, despite what people think is going on. And I was actually blown away by the acting in a scene with Sally Field and Calista. Wow!

Feel free to share your thoughts if you've seen the shows. (I'm not interested in arguing any points - but an open electronic discussion could be fun.)

Just Cath's thoughts...

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Saint Snarky

Jesus was funny.

Saint Paul was down right sarcastic.

My small group was looking at Paul’s letter to the Galatians a few weeks back; particularly chapter five. Here was my reading process.

First time through, I’m thinking, “yeah, I get that.”

On the second read, I got hung up on a verse thinking, “Wait, did he just say what I think he said?”

And on the third time through, it was confirmed. Despite the attempts of good church people over the centuries to convince us that the primary fruit of the spirit is “niceness,” Paul is thinking and speaking crass, sarcastic ideas.

For those unfamiliar with the chapter, Paul is confronting the legalistic notion that Christianity is about rules. The Galatians are being told that if they aren’t circumcised, they aren’t part of the kingdom. Paul is trying to say that the law is not supreme, and to stop fretting about this legalistic crap.

His argument becomes a rant. And then he gets worked up enough to say, “I wish those people that are so obsessed with circumcision would just keep going and castrate themselves!”

Nice.

He’s also snippy a bit later. He mentions that if you follow the Spirit instead of the law, you get things like love, joy, peace, etc.

And finishes that up with a snarky, “Gee, legalists, I don’t think any of those things are against the law, are they?”

Like I said, the saint's sarcastic.

And I think I like him that way.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Forget Spinach - The Other Veggie Controversy


As you know from my earlier post, VeggieTales has made it to NBC -- but with some controversial editing.

VeggieTales' response, in part:

"When we were presented with the opportunity to reach a mass television audience, we knew that certain religious references would not be allowed on a children's block under current TV network guidelines. And we recognized that we were not going to change the rules of network television overnight.

"In light of this, "Can Big Idea continue to fulfill its mission of enhancing the spiritual and moral fabric of society through creative media?" became the question we had to answer. Can VeggieTales make a difference on Saturday morning? We think so.

"Recognizing that we are making a difference to Saturday morning TV by bringing programming that is "absent of bad and has a presence of good" to homes across America, would we still prefer to air the un-edited versions of VeggieTales on TV? Absolutely! It's there where we're able to share a Bible verse and encourage kids by telling them God made them special and He loves them very much. For now, we're hoping a new cross section of kids will fall in love with Bob & Larry, go deeper into VeggieTales and eventually fall in love with the God who made them. It's the same "big idea" we've worked on for over 13 years."


Fan responses to the issue can be seen at:
BigIdea.com/TVcomments.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Monday, September 25, 2006

As Long As We Are Talking About Books...

"Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape. It's a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it's a way of making contact with someone else's imagination after a day that's all too real."

-Nora Ephron, I Feel Bad About My Neck, as quoted in "Out of Sight," Reader's Digest

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Banner Week for Banning

September 23rd to 30th is “Banned Books Week.”

Now before y’all going running out to your local library to start burning books, the week isn’t the time to ban books – it’s not like “secretary appreciation day.”

It’s more a celebration of those that have stood against book banning.

There are a few books that make the list of those that have been banned from libraries recently that should be read in honor of the week. Or at least their Wikipedia entry should be read. (Seriously, who actually reads books?)

Some of my favs:

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and To Kill a Mockingbird – because of racist language. I couldn’t think of two books that racists would more like to have banned. Score two for the bigots, and a big win for irony.

Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary – for offensive language. Hmmm, I wonder if “ignorant” is defined in that book.

Little Red Riding Hood – because a wine bottle is pictured in the basket. Come on, every good Baptist knows that it’s just grape juice!

Garfield: His Nine Lives – for offensive language. Actually, I have no complaints about this one. Garfield just isn’t funny enough to fight for. Maybe I just don't like lasagna enough.

Want more? Check out the Parade article or the American Library Association web site.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Saturday, September 23, 2006

And the Ducky Goes Wide...

The VeggieTales episode based on my idea, "King George and the Ducky,"will air on NBC on Saturday, November 25th.

My friend Bryan did all the art and designs for the popsicle puppet segments, claiming that they are some of the most fun he has had in his career. (His work is featured in several eps in the coming weeks.)

Oh, and for those following the controversy:

-Yes, NBC did ask at the last minute that all references to G-d and religion be removed.

-No, the Big Idea people didn't know that was going to happen, and would have had serious doubts about making the network deal if they did know about the restrictions.

-Yes, it is ironic and hypocritical that a network would excise the line, "G-d made you special and loves you very much" as potentially religiously offensive, but would not think of cutting the line if it were "G-d doesn't exist, and religious minded people are stupid." But despite that:

-Yes, it is still a step in the right direction that these stories are being aired at all. Anyone interested in a boycott should check their motives and/or reasoning. To Hollywood's eye, lowered numbers due to a boycott confirms that there is no interest in this kind of programming and it wouldn't be worth it to try and do more. However, good viewing numbers would make the execs think they should do more of this sort of thing -- and give them more clout in the board room when arguing that keeping the G-d elements might even increase the numbers.

-No, Sean doesn't get any royalties because this is airing on network television. (Writers in animation work on a buy-out. Bummer.)

-And, finally: Yes. These are just my thoughts.

-Sean

Friday, September 22, 2006

Quote for the Moment

"Over in Hollywood they almost made a great picture, but they caught it in time."

-Wilson Mizner

Thursday, September 21, 2006

A Wonder Ful Idea

Head over to Jeffrey Overstreet's blog, and scroll down to see his inspired casting choice for Joss Whedon's Wonder Woman.

Click on the comments to see my opinion. (Oh, wait, I just called it "inspired." Guess you already know my opinion.)

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Laughing Outside the Box

Jesus was funny.

If you don’t believe me, take a look at Earl Palmer’s The Humor of Jesus. He told jokes, made puns, got the crowd to giggle.

The September Reader’s Digest issue devoted to humor helps explain that. It appears that humor helps people remember things – students exposed to humor in the classroom retain lessons longer.

And people exposed to humor think outside of the box easier than those that aren’t.

One test they ran went thusly: A person is given a box of thumbtacks and a lit candle. The task is to attach the candle to a corkboard without spilling any wax.

Some of the subjects were exposed to humor just prior to the assignment; others were not. Those exposed figured out how to do it – the unexposed couldn’t complete the task, continuing to try and stick tacks into a candle clearly too big for tacks.

(Can any of you figure out how to do it?)

So it makes sense that Jesus would use humor, especially when trying to get people to start thinking outside the box.

Got an enemy? Love ‘em.

Want to be first? Go last.

Want to lead? Serve.

Want to be top guy in the kingdom? Be as humble as a child.

Want to be wealthy? Give everything away.

Don’t have any money? Tithe.

Worried about the world? Think on the kingdom.

Wanna live forever? Well, there’s this little thing called the cross…

Yeah, Jesus was funny.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Busyness

Been busy of late, and haven't posted as much as I should.

My days for the next two weeks are spent at Warner Bros. I work there with the responsibility of making sure that their movie scripts are real good.

Oh, wait, missing word: making sure that their movie scripts are copied real good. I hang out in the story department on occassion, subbing for vacationers -- delivering scripts, copying scripts, logging in scripts.

I had to sign a non-disclosure agreement this week. I think they are afraid I might accidently give out trade secrets.

Like mention that in Ocean's Thirteen, both George and Brad XXXXX a lot. Or in the Batman sequel, Bruce XXXXXXXs the Joker with a XXXXX, but it's really XXXXXX.

I should mention that part of the agreement allows WB legal to access all my mail, phone calls and blogs to censor them as they wish. But they would never do that. Unless I XXXXXXX.

Like that's going to happen.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

More from Hannah

Ah, how I crave to serve with the "May I?" of love.

Yet, even with that love, I have the tendency to think I'm the wrong one for the task, that I am inadequate for serving.

Hannah addresses this too:

"What have we to do with thinking whether we are fit or not fit for service? The Master-workman surely has a right to use any tool He pleases for His own work, and it is plainly not the business of the tool to decide whether it is the right one to be used or not.”

Apparently, it's not up to me to decide who God will use for His purposes.

Reminds me of another quote...

"Every time God intervenes in human history He does two simple things: First he chooses the wrong person. Then He comes up with a seemingly dumb idea." (Donna Partow - Becoming a Vessel God Can Use)

Maybe He knows best. These are simple concepts that still confound me.

--catherine

Sunday, September 17, 2006

A Woman's Wisdom from 1870

SIDE NOTE: First of all...thanks so much for all the encouragement on my last post. It can be intimidating writing when that's really Sean's forte. But I will admit, I was the one to start this blog and convinced Sean it would be a joint effort. Yeah, I've kinda fallen short on the "joint" part of that deal. So, I will try to correct that and begin posting more often. Get ready for a twisted journey through my world!

Last week I had the great privilege and responsibility of presenting a keynote talk on SERVANTHOOD to a Long Beach church's women's retreat group.

The experience was pretty incredible. What I realized is that God assigned me this project to teach ME something. (Actually a lot of somethings...)

I'd like to share a bit here. In my studies, I came across a writer by the name of Hannah Whitall Smith. She was a Quaker woman, lived from 1832 to 1911, and published a book in 1870 called "The Christian's Secret of a Happy Life". At first I thought this was a trite title and, really, what can a woman in 1870 understand about my life today. Read on:

"In all the ordinary forms of Christian life, service is apt to have more or less of a bondage in it; that is, it is done purely as a matter of duty, and often as a trial and a cross. Certain things, which at the first may have been a joy and a delight, become after a while weary tasks, performed faithfully, perhaps, but with much secret disinclination, and many confessed or unconfessed wishes that they need not be done at all, or at least that they need not be done so often. The soul finds itself saying, instead of the "May I?" of love, the "Must I?" of duty."

I was convicted!

This woman understands. I am now searching my own life for those places where the "May I?" tasks have turned into "Must I?" tasks. And how can I regain that first love?

Read the quote again. Really! It's that good.

I'll share more of Hannah's musings later.

--catherine

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Killer Reads


I’m a fan of the mystery – I’m talking about murder mysteries, although I am a fan of all kinds of mysteries – including the metaphysical kind.

But here I’m talking about books – diversions into whodunits and howdunits. For me, the book has to have compelling characters, wit, and an honest mystery. None of this, “Hey, it was done by a guy we never met in a manner that was proven impossible in chapter two” crappola.

I was recently introduced to a murder mystery series (I like books in series – if the characters win me over, I want to spend time with them) that has met my criteria.

While in Hawaii (no, I am not done bragging that I got to go to Hawaii), I needed a good beach read. The local Borders Express had one of Sheryl Anderson’s books, and as Sheryl is a friend of mine, I thought I would share a bit of Hawaii with her work.

The store was sold out of the first one in the series, as well as the newest one (Killer Deal), so I settled for number two, Killer Cocktail.

Witty, engaging characters, a true mystery, and enough action to keep the pages turning.

My only complaint (and it is very minor) is that the book was written for the female reader in mind (advertised as “sure to please Sex and the City fans”).

Not that I, sitting here in my home-fitted Hanes logo-embossed t-shirt and checkered TJ Max original pajama pants, finishing off my ensemble with matching Sears and Roebuck tube socks, would question a book written for the feminine mind, but, really now. Do I need to know where every piece of clothing worn by every woman in the book came from?

Maybe I’m getting testy because this is the second Chic-lit-esque book I’ve read this year, or maybe because I hear “Louis Vuitton” and can only think, “Didn’t he lose his head in the French Revolution?”

But to be fair, Sheryl has assured me that her heroine, Molly Forrester, is no longer so fashion focused, and the third book (as well as the fourth, now in progress) will not subject the reader to so much Cosmo talk – unless it’s the kind of Cosmopolitan that comes in a glass.

Check out the Molly Forrester series; you will be glad you did.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Going to Atlanta for the Hoedown

DanBuck said...

Gaff... you going to the Symposium?

Dan,

Yes indeed I am.

For those of you who don’t know what the heck we are talking about, Art Within – a theatre company in Atlanta, hosts a by-invitation Symposium and Showcase every year.

They gather together Christians who are playwrights or screenwriters from around the country – along with the occasional director or producer. They we discuss and debate some of the issues that effect the arts and culture, as well as how our faith plays into our craft.

We also see readings of each others work.

Last year, they commissioned six writers to develop film scripts. At this year’s symposium, we will be hearing those scripts.

It is an exhausting yet fulfilling weekend. And I can’t wait.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Road to Nower: Part 5 – Community Comedy

Joel has been a guest on a fair number of television shows (in fact, my Tivo just caught him doing a funny turn as a Water & Power employee on Dharma and Greg). In the process, he’s learned a thing or two about, well, the process.

As well as what processes he likes, and the ones he finds limiting. Those that make the top of his list are those where the actor is somehow involved in the story.

You see, Joel and I both come from the world of theatre, where new scripts are always workshopped with the actors. The writer would be in the rehearsals, watching what the actors do with the words, seeing how the director deals with the action.

And the smart writer is looking to the actors and director for input on changes: how to make a line flow better, a joke hit stronger, a character dig deeper.

Joel just won the LA Weekly Award for Best Musical of the Year for a show that was built from the ground up with the actors’ involvement.

Not surprisingly, the show also took Best Comedy Ensemble.

Yet too often in television the writers are divorced from the rehearsal process. They write the script, hear a table read, figure out what isn’t working, and go off to fix the issue. This leaves the actors to rehearse scenes that they know will be changed, which isn’t necessarily the most productive of work.

Joel tells some great stories about shows that aren’t like that – shows where the problems are worked out IN the rehearsal, with the writers on hand. Shows where the actors can make suggestions, offer ideas, and give of what they know about their character.

(Ask Joel some time to tell you about his scene with Jason Alexander in Seinfield, and how gracious the stars and the writers were to their “guest.” It goes a long way toward explaining the huge success of that show.)

This is the kind of show we want Nower to be; and we began designing the show with that in mind.

As the script was developed, we held three living room reads so we could hear the piece with actors. We scribbled notes in the margins of our scripts, cribbing lines as the actors ad-libbed. And we re-read and re-worked scenes that had problems.

And in the process, we believe we got what we were looking for:

An ensemble script, with characters that actors could sink their teeth into.

A community comedy.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Signs of the Times

So I’m scooting along in traffic on the 101 and I see a truck with an interesting slogan.

The truck belongs to a school uniform company and it has these words in bold print on its trailer:

“Durable”

“Affordable”

“Faith Based.”

Now, my first question is “How can clothing be faith based?”

(Or is the company “faith based?” And if so, does that mean the company is affordable too? Maybe it’s for sale. Don’t know.)

But (probably because, as mentioned earlier, I was STUCK in traffic and had nothing else to occupy my mind) I went one step further.

Assuming they are talking about their product, and the clothing is “faith based” – then I think they need to follow that theme all the way through the rest of their advertising.

Therefore “durable” really should be “eternal”. Don’t ‘cha think?

And “affordable” is “bought with a price”.

I mean, really! If we’re going to use our belief system to help sell our product, let’s at least be true to the theology.

Just my twisted thoughts,

Cath

Seek Ye First Seekers

I think I have identified my second least favorite type of Christian church to attend: the Seeker Church.

For those of you out of the Christianese loop, Seeker Churches are those designed for the “seeker,” a term generally meaning someone who isn’t a confirmed, card-carrying Christian.

Such churches have services (the standard Sunday meeting) that focus on how to become a Christian. No, wait, let me clarify. In such churches, virtually ALL services are focused on how to become a Christian.

I have a few problems with this model.

First, such use of the term “seeker” implies that at some point one stops being a seeker. At some point, in the philosophy of such churches, one no longer looks first for the kingdom of G-d and his righteousness; that at some point, you have arrived and can stop working.

I remember when my friend Beth Amsbury first heard the term “seeker service.” She cocked her head in true confusion and asked, “Who wouldn’t that service be for?”

Second, by their very nature, Seeker Churches are working against themselves.

In order to attract a newbie to your community, you have to first have a community. And that community has to be an example of the type of community that you want the newbie to become part of.

So for a church to draw in newbies, one needs to already have a group of oldbies, those that are showing what it means to be in community with Christ.

But if your main focus is to talk only to newbies, what are the oldbies doing there? What are you saying about the faith, when your sermons don’t apply to people in the faith?

To be fair, the Seeker Church Catherine and I attended recently that prompted these thoughts does add a nugget for “veterans” at the end of the sermon. And they also add programming like small groups and affinity groups to help feed those in the congregation that have already said “yes!” to G-d.

But that is my point exactly: such groups have to ADD to who they are at their core in order to feed those that are their core.

I have been a member of a number of churches that draw a large number of folks that fall into this specialized “seeker” category – but none of them have been “Seeker Churches.” They’ve just been themselves, with an open door.

In fact, what I believe makes such churches so “seeker” friendly is the fact that they don’t separate the community into categories like “seeker” and “old-hand-in-the-clique.”

Instead, they act as if we all are seekers of the kingdom, that we all are sinners looking for salvation, that we all are part of the same community.

And, after all, isn’t that what the kingdom of heaven looks like?

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Up soon: Why Seeker Focused Groups Naturally Fail At Jesus’ Great Commission

Monday, September 11, 2006

Garrison and "The Bravest"

To hear Garrison Keillor singing "The Bravest" by Tom Paxton, go here, then scroll down to 1:13:15.

IRRELEVANT

This essay was written in the fall of 2001 for publication in Transposition: The Journal of the Christian Performing Artist's Fellowship.

It was a several days after. We had spent two days glued to the television, unable to turn away from the visual barrage of the tragedy, perhaps as a reflection of the psychic barrage that we knew we couldn’t close our eyes to. We then spent time in that emotional blank wall, systems shutting down from overload. But our leaders said to get back to work. So we tried that.

And that’s when I found my wife, sitting on our bed crying. And I understood why she cried. How could we go back to work when our work seemed so irrelevant?

We are artists. Not firemen, policemen, paramedics, doctors or nurses. Not National Guardsman, Marines, Army engineers, construction workers or Red Cross Volunteers. We are artists. And not just any artists, but the silly kind. My wife is an actress, dreaming of being a cartoon voice someday. And I was in the middle of writing a video script about a vegetable who wants to be a superhero. We were entertainers. And what is the relevance of art, of entertainment, after September 11th?

The question isn’t a new one, just new to us. Out of the misery of captivity, the Psalmist writes in Psalm 137:

“By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion. There on the poplars we hung our harps, for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said, ‘Sing us one of the songs of Zion!’ How can we sing the songs of the Lord while in a foreign land?”

How can we perform in a tragedy laden land?

Of course some art made itself immediately relevant. The doleful music played under the montages of images from ground zero, putting to language what words could not. The overtaxed bagpipers, culling a universal mourning from specific funeral after funeral. The brilliant, lonely line of Taps, a singular call of remembrance for individuals forever united by one date.

And then there was the art giving solace to those involved in the rescue operation, and those facing the reality of their personal losses. We all heard of William Harvey from Juilliard, and how he went to the armory housing the relief workers. There he played what he could recall of Tchaikovsky, Vivaldi, Dvorak and many others. His story moves us, because he saw the unexpected yet undeniable value that the music gave to those whose souls needed such a gift.

And what of those who aren’t in New York or Washington, to lend comfort to those in those cities? And what again of those suffering who are not at ground zero? An entire nation and beyond was hit by that tragedy. An entire nation and beyond looked for healing.

And so art was given. We sang along with CNN as a national prayer service was held. We listened in on a concert, reaching out to our brothers and sisters by sharing their song. We substituted “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” with “God Bless America” at the seventh inning stretch. And there was the art that immediately called the nation together. The patriotic murals, giving messages of unity and support along with shared loss. Ray Charles singing “America, the Beautiful,” allowing us to lift tearstained cheeks to the sky with pride.

Garrison Keillor led me in a good, yet much needed catharsis when he sang Tom Paxton’s homage to the New York rescuers, The Bravest. (“Now every time I try to sleep, I'm haunted by the sound, Of firemen pounding up the stairs, While we were coming down.”)

As an ex-New Yorker trapped three thousand miles from the city I love, I looked to David Lettermen on his return to the air. He broadcasts from New York; I knew he would understand. But his is a show of entertainment, and he started his show by echoing my own thoughts: How can entertainment be relevant? But Mr. Letterman returned to work as he was told, not understanding how or if his work had a place in the new world.

He started out speaking his own personal thoughts on the events, his own anger and grief. There was no band, no jokes, just a bare, exposed entertainer. He then comforted Dan Rather, a professional who was allowed for maybe the first time to cry over a story he lived twenty-four/seven. Next came an interview with fellow New Yorker Regis Philbin. And David did the unthinkable. He made fun of Regis. And Regis responded with an equal barb.

And the nation laughed.

Tentative, sure. But we laughed. And with that little, trivial laugh, we began to heal. It was okay to laugh; it was okay to cry. Incompatible, inconsistent, absurd: an entertainer let us transcend the moment by fully being in the moment.

Art has a way of doing that – speaking to us in ways that we neither understand, nor could describe. Especially in times when art seems most irrelevant. In The Liberated Imagination, Leland Ryken asserts, “When our humanity is in danger, the artistic spirit suddenly lives.” When the Titanic sank, the musicians onboard chose to spend their final moments playing – for themselves, and for their fellow passengers. The loss of death is often confronted with music, whether from the Irish tradition of keening or the more organized New Orleans dirge/celebration of the march to and from the graveyard.

This should not surprise us, I suppose. We’ve always known that art can be transcendent, a vehicle for speaking the language of the soul. In his essay “Art, Faith and Stewardship,” Gregory Wolfe reminds us, “Art, like religious faith in general and prayer in particular, has the power to help us transcend the fragmented society we inhabit.” In times of extraordinary emotion, we need an extraordinary language – the language of art, a language of meaning.

Madeleine L’Engle opens her book Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art by reminding us of Leonard Bernstein’s idea that music is cosmos (harmony, order) out of chaos. Surely our world is one of chaos; a theory made all the more practical since September 11th. Yet just as surely, within the chaos is the cosmos of a mourning Father and an understanding Son. In her book, Madeleine L’Engle builds the argument that art affirms meaning, especially within tragedy. She decisively asserts, “Art is an affirmation of life, a rebuttal of death.”

And this is because art always says more than what it seems to say. Art is not just about the moment – the laughter of the second, or the sorrow/glory of an instant. But all true art reflects the salvation of the chaos, the cosmos coming to the earth. Raymond Chandler, in The Simple Art of Murder, states, “In everything that can be called art there is a quality of redemption.” Think of the song that has led more funeral marches in the past days than any other, Amazing Grace. The message is more than one of mourning, but one of rejoicing as well. “I once was lost, but now am found.” The universal message, only truly understood with the haunting melody that accompanies the words.

And that is the wonder of transporting art, whether the art of laughter or of tears. It is timeless. It is not just art for the moment, but it puts the moment into a past and a future. Why would a violinist’s rendition of Vivaldi have meaning to a weary rescue worker? Because it speaks to that worker’s weariness of the moment; because it reminds that worker of the life prior to the tragedy; because it shows the hope of the future when the tragedy is part of the past. Why did David Letterman’s show mean so much to a mourning nation? Because it lifted our mourning up – neither dismissing nor wallowing; because it reminded us of who we once were when we were whole; and because it brought the joy of knowing who we are yet to be.

How can we sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land? Because that song gives language to our mourning. Because that song transcends our tears. Because that song lifts our cheeks up to the sky. Because that song reminds of the hope to come. Because even in our grieving, God tells us, “I will build you up again and you will be rebuilt, O Virgin Israel. Again you will take up your tambourines and go out to dance with the joyful.” (Jeremiah 31:4)

And so my wife and I once again sing.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Inside the Writer’s Studio

I have been asked to get people to watch Happy Hour tonight.

To be honest, I know nothing about the show, its content or quality. All I know is that my friend Sean is working on the show, he thinks its funny, and he wants to keep working.

Not just for the paycheck (and knowing the pay for his position, you may take the word “just” out of the preceding clause), but for the work place environment. In his words,

Because I love it here. It's hard to imagine a better work environment. Everybody is awesome, from the writers to the production staff to the other peons. And we have the offices once occupied by Seinfeld. They're located next to a fake suburban street with a fake park and a fake fountain. And it has balconies. On one of the balconies, I'm growing sunflowers. And all these awesome little kids are running around everywhere. And everybody's pregnant.

“I'm thinking about becoming pregnant myself, strictly out of peer pressure. And there are sweet blue bikes that we cruise around on and there's an inflatable basketball hoop and there's a monkey.”

How can any workplace with a monkey be bad?

So tune in tonight, and help Sean save his balcony sunflowers.

Just my thoughts,

The Other Sean

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Early Verdict: Prison Break


(Warning: Due to its dealing with violence and violent offenders, this show isn’t for everyone.)

One liner: Fox drama about a man framed for murder, and the brother that risks everything to save him from the chair.

Beyond the spin: The show enters its sophomore year with us all wondering – “Can a prison break show still work without the prison?”

Truth be told: Without a doubt.

These guys continue to amaze me. I thought for sure that they would break their promise and find a way to keep the guys behind bars for another season or two. But they did indeed break out at the end of last season; and, man, the tension has not stopped.

The skinny: This show gets its on-the-edge-of-your-seat thrills honestly; the story telling is simple (although the story is complex – Wilder would have loved this show). The conspiracy angle is mysterious, and yet not so overwrought as to lose one’s will to bother.

And the show has heart galore.

Name another show that has the audience rooting for the convicts to get away, all the while praying that they get caught?

A show that has you cheer as the hero succeed in getting what they want, but makes your soul ponder whether it was really worth the cost? (Dr. Sara – my heart aches for you.)

A show that has a scene where nothing happens but a man getting into a car and calling OnStar for directions – and yet still be chilling? (C.S. Lewis says “Whatever in a work of art is not used, is doing harm.” No harm being done by this show’s writers.)

If you’ve missed the first few shows, head over to Fox’s webpage – they let you watch them online for free.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Early Verdicts: Vanished


One liner: Fox drama about a Senator’s wife gone missing.

Beyond the spin: Wants to be 24 combined to Without a Trace, throwing in the mystery and conspiracies of Lost and Alias.

Truth be told: Doesn’t have the drive of 24, or the human interest of Without a Trace, or the heart of Lost, or the costumes-you-can-kick-butt-in of Alias.

The skinny: Three episodes in, and it already feels like they are making up stuff just to create mystery. The conspiracy plot points seem contrived and counter-productive to the powers behind the curtain.

Remember in the first season of 24, when you found out that they only had the first 12 eps fully mapped out, so the actions of the villains didn’t make sense if you compared the last half of the season to the first? Now imaging 24 doing that in the second episode…

Why you really don’t want to watch: Despite some fun and a little bit of interest (Ming Na as a FBI agent – works for me), it tries too hard with too little. Plus, the lead hunk (Agent Kelton) has yet to find an ounce of charisma in the role, and the show has two of 24’s Kims – the senator’s children whose sole function is to do stupid things that get them in trouble to spike the intensity, without ever doing one thing that makes you care if they got their foot stuck in a wolf trap.

I’ve moved on.

How about you?

Just my thoughts,

Sean

ps For an idea of how exciting Fox thinks the show is, the above picture is the most action filled one on their website.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Blind Dating In L.A.

My short film, The Importance of Blind Dating, is an Official Selection of the LA SHORTS FEST.

Wahoo!

Now those that have only drooled over the news that is won the Audience Award at the Flatland Film Fest can do something about it!

You can come see it Saturday, September 9th. It is part of PROGRAM #48, at 12:45 pm, and the Arc Light Cinemas (Theatre 13).

For more info and to order your tickets, go to www.lashortsfest.com

Just my thoughts,

Sean

p.s. The pics are from the shoot.

Act One Opry Style

If you know of anyone in Nashville interested in writing for Hollywood, send them this away.

Act One: Writing for Hollywood is holding a weekend seminar September 15th and 16th. Act One is THE premiere writing program in L.A., and this a perfect way to get a taste of the talent training the next (and current) generation of film and television writers.

-Sean

Sunday, September 03, 2006

September 3, 1963

For me, I think it’s birthdays.

For Charlie Brown, it was Christmas and Valentine’s that was hard to get through.

But with the group holidays, you can at least find someone else in the same boat, someone blue in the season of red and green, or alone in the season of togetherness, or stuck with a bag of rocks in the season of sugar-induced comas.

Birthdays are so focused, so zeroed in. You and you alone have to take the heat and focus of your special day. And that can be great or sour; and even when great, can be a bit too much.

And they are supposed to be milestones – which means either they succeed, which can be depressing (hence the black balloons when turning thirty) or are they fail to be special. Which is equally depressing, considering it is your special day.

It is my special day that prompts reminders that Hollywood is a town only for the young.

It was my birthday (what was it, thirteen?) when I was old enough to understand why I would have to wait for the end-of-the-month paycheck before getting a present.

Two years in a row, my college Christian group threw a surprise party, only to forget to invite me. One of those has an amusing ending – remind to tell you about it someday.

Ah, birthdays. Guaranteed joy.

Today is my brother Chris’ birthday.

Chris’ special day was always a tough one on all of us. It always coincided with Labor Day – the marker that school starts next week. Chris celebrates, then WHAM - we’re all back in the nine month prison system.

You have to understand that for kidlets, the year begins in September. Sorry, January First, but you are irrelevant to the younger generation. Nope, the true marker is the first day of school, the start of a harsh winter (there is little Harvest joy for fourth graders) that won’t end until robins sing.

So Chris’ b-day is the last hurrah, the last sign of freedom.

Of course, time changes everything. Now that the sibs are older, Labor Day is the sign that their kids are going to school, so I suppose it is a marker of impeding freedom – the kind of freedom that comes in daytime chunks.

No matter how it was seen in past years, it is different now.

Christmas and the group holidays won’t be so bad. Sure, he’ll be missed (I actually got to spend last Christmas with him, the first time in a long, long while). But there are other distractions along with his absence, other people that share Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter.

And here we are at the start of the harsh winter.

Why was there never a Charlie Brown Birthday special? Mr. Schultz, you left us equipped for every holiday but the solo one; you left us too soon. There is no Great Pumpkin or Easter Beagle to bring comfort. No popcorn and toast meal or little red-haired girl to distract us.

No tree to resurrect.

All I have is a nickel, and a sack of memories, present regrets and past delights. Perhaps the doctor is in.

Happy birthday, Chris. I hope your party is pure joy this year.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Friday, September 01, 2006

My Brother's a Bast - I Better Not Finish This Title

My brother Luke is part of the 3-2 K company, affectionately known as the "Betio Bastards" -- a nickname earned during WWII.

Despite the appellation, not all of his work is swear worthy. Here is a link to some of his groups latest actions.

God bless, Luke.

Just my thoughts,

Sean

Ten Tips for Scripts

First, let's all revel in the notion that we are about to take advice from a guy who doesn't have an agent, and has yet to make a show hit network television, or a movie hit a theatre.

So, are we done revelling?

Alrighty then. Here are my tips to folks from out of town who are trying to get someone in the industry to read their scripts.

1. First understand that virtually everyone that hasn’t had a million dollar movie in the past two years has the same problem. No real sure-fire ways to get this done, but maybe some things that make it slightly easier.

2. Make sure that the screenplay is formatted correctly, and free of typos and grammar/spelling errors. A misformatted script tells the reader that you haven’t invested the time into the script – so why should they? For formatting questions, check out Christopher Riley’s The Hollywood Standard.

3. Make sure the first ten pages are really exciting and are page turners. Most of these guys do not have time to read all of every script, so the first ten help them decide whether they should keep going. A lot of successful movies have slow openings – but that doesn’t help them to get read.

4. Be able to pitch your screenplay in a compelling way in five minutes, two minutes, and one sentence. Practice the pitch. If you can get thirty seconds with a producer, and you can intrigue them with the pitch, they are more likely to read the screenplay. Many places will want you to send a written pitch before looking at a screenplay.

5. Get an agent. Yeah, yeah, not as easy as it sounds. But many production companies, and virtually every studio, will not look at an unsolicited manuscript unless coming from an agent that is a signatory with the Writer’s Guild.

6. Attend writing conferences, screenwriting conferences, and film festivals. Go to the panels, and try to get yourself introduced to people that work for the people that you want to read your script.

7. Get to know other writers. Sometimes a writer will pass on your screenplay to his/her agent or producer friends.

8. Be patient. Imagine trying to read, literally, several thousand screenplays a year. This is how Tom Hanks and Mel Gibson live their lives – it is impossible, and thus, to protect themselves and allow time to do things like act, direct and produce, it is hard (if not impossible) to get the script to them. But you might be able to get it to a guy that works with a guy that works with the company that works with Playtone or Icon.

9. Get a short film made, and get it on the web and in festivals. Capitalize on any awards or exposure it gets by sending postcards to the agents or producers that you want to read your full length script.

10. Pray – for wisdom, discernment, and especially that you don’t confuse secular success with G-d’s will.

Just my thoughts,

Sean