More on Work/ Hollywood

28 Jun

If I did all the work I was supposed to do, there would still be more work.  If I read all the things I was supposed to read– which would be a fucking superhuman feat, let me tell you. Reading twenty scripts and two full novels every week, if you had nothing else to do, would be pretty sustainable, but factor in that it’s the part of your job meant to be done in the off hours, nights and weekends, above and beyond the eleven hours per day that you are sitting on a desk concentrating on work related tasks– and then factor in that the vast majority of this shit just sucks.  It would actually be a pleasure to  read twenty good scripts and two smart, interesting novels per week — twenty scripts that were cool thrillers you couldn’t put down, or comedies that made you laugh; two novels that actually inspired you and taught you something new about the human condition.  Or even a giant mass of hackish works that were nonetheless suitable for moving up the chain in this crass market-driven Hollywood world.  But they always all suck, they are always not viable; it all turns out to have been for nothing.  Destroying your scant leisure hours with crap, it all turns out to have been for nothing.

And I  just read until I can’t tell what’s good anymore. I read until I’m looking for the pass. Just getting through it as fast as possible.  Even if something had merit, my eyeballs, brain and emotions would be so burned out that I couldn’t have seen it; it will be the one thing that will sell for millions of dollars and I’ll have lost the opportunity to have all this suffering have meant something.

Anyway, back to work.

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4 Responses to “More on Work/ Hollywood”

  1. Peggy June 29, 2012 at 7:21 am #

    Well, you could have been a cabin boy on an 1860 English ship.

  2. Anonymous June 29, 2012 at 11:42 am #

    This post is actually interesting.

  3. Constance Kent August 12, 2012 at 7:20 pm #

    LOL. I feel your pain. I’m an English teacher. I come home every weekend with 55 inexcreable essays. What can I say? Martinis help.

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