make you wanna holler hi-dee-ho
fake letdown: baby courageous and i drove to biloxi on a last-minute, gamble-all-night roadtrip. on the radio we heard npr air a report from sundance '06. they gushed over the ten million dollar acquisition of little miss sunshine, a crowd-pleaser. and the one film they chose to highlight as a dud was hawk... heh. the best part came an hour later when my mom, having also heard the npr interview called to make sure i felt alright about it. that's what mom's are best at. and anyway, it's not my movie. i had one scene that i can't even be sure is still in the film.
a slightly real letdown: an adaptation of a play i wanted to do is on hold. i notified the agent of the playwright in the UK, and the agent said he would ask him, but in the meantime could i send a bio. but the theater i'm working with on it balked at this, citing numerous requests for the same type of work being rejected. their advice was to lie low for a while and continue to work on it without telling them.
i'm torn. the playwright is incredibly successful, an oscar winning screenwriter, and to date has worked on dozens of television programs in the UK. he ain't hurtin' for money. yet i feel the artist always comes first and if he's due a fee for a derivative of his work, i'll pay it. my buddy claims the playwright doesn't even own the rights to the play i want to adapt anyway. huh...
in the meantime, i've started to write something entirely original, but thematically similar. an improv comedy workshop made up of differing working classes. imagine a cake delivery boy, a robot programmer, a coffee shop cashier, two unlicensed private investigators all learning improv comedy in order to showcase for a talent agent.
i think it would look a little something like this.
painful letdown: what it is.
a slightly real letdown: an adaptation of a play i wanted to do is on hold. i notified the agent of the playwright in the UK, and the agent said he would ask him, but in the meantime could i send a bio. but the theater i'm working with on it balked at this, citing numerous requests for the same type of work being rejected. their advice was to lie low for a while and continue to work on it without telling them.
i'm torn. the playwright is incredibly successful, an oscar winning screenwriter, and to date has worked on dozens of television programs in the UK. he ain't hurtin' for money. yet i feel the artist always comes first and if he's due a fee for a derivative of his work, i'll pay it. my buddy claims the playwright doesn't even own the rights to the play i want to adapt anyway. huh...
in the meantime, i've started to write something entirely original, but thematically similar. an improv comedy workshop made up of differing working classes. imagine a cake delivery boy, a robot programmer, a coffee shop cashier, two unlicensed private investigators all learning improv comedy in order to showcase for a talent agent.
i think it would look a little something like this.
painful letdown: what it is.
posted by ablebody at 3:07 PM
3 Comments:
There are 2 easy answers to painful letdown: new furniture so your legs don't hurt, and chiropractic manipulation.
Fortunately, guys like you don't and won't opt for the easy answers. It's what makes you so interesting. So leave that recliner by the side of the road, and drive right on by the strip mall office of Dr Bonz: cuz you de man. "kisses"
brilliant!
At least she kept saying "not to be mean". Nothing hurts as bad when preceeded by a disclaimer, right?
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