(The Other) Roger & Me
I just read an interview with Roger Ebert. Surgeries have finally removed his cancer, but left him unable to eat or drink. Or talk. He called it a gift from the gods – all his desires had been replaced by all his memories of satiety.
Permalink | 0 commentThe Future is Coming, the Future is Coming….
No doubt the year ahead will be no less interesting than the year behind. For good or bad, the universe sorta works that way. I suppose it’s also true that the future wants to (as it always has) come rushing toward us like a puppy, head over heels, panting for love, yapping for attention and peeing all over itself (and us) from the pure joy of its arrival.
Permalink | 0 commentWhen Good Productions Go Bad: The Money Squeeze
When production finances get squeezed, it's easy to consider shooting the same show for less. Instead of, say, three pages a day, you start planning to cram in six or seven or ten. Of course it can be done; you can work harder, shoot smarter....
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