The Kid is Not Alright
The meeting I had on Friday is likely my last. As an aspiring screenwriter, I have come so close and yet never made it. I'm beginning to feel like a five-year-veteran of the AHL. I just can't seem to break into the NHL. Except the NHL is no more. At least, not in my eyes. For more on the NHL Labour Dispute, I direct you to Mr. Bobby Orr.
I haven't made my bones yet, so I know I can't complain. I'm not 40 and I still have all of my hair -- there's time yet, young Skywalker. So the CBC isn't interested in towing the line on the anglo-franco connexion. Big deal. If that's their bottom line, I'll do my own rewrite and wait to see if anything else happens. If not, I'll move on to something else. Maybe I'll spec Deadwood. Or maybe I'll be adventurous and obscure. Maybe Jack & Bobby. Or maybe Desperate Housewives. Yeah. Hah. And monkeys might fly outta my butt! I can't handle that overly sugar-coated farce about suburban life. Too... Teri Hatcher-ish for my liking. I am not fond of Ms. Hatcher nor do I find the show interesting. I will just flip to cable and watch Crank Yankers and save my brain.
Je m'appelle Angus is still alive. I've managed to figure out a good estimate on what it's budget might look like if I decided to pull a Kevin Smith. (Ahh, the benefits of being with an accountant and great budgeting software)
Based on my calculations and based on rough projections, this film could be made for less than $166,500 CDN (as of today). Now if only I could entice Wendeh into directing this...
I haven't made my bones yet, so I know I can't complain. I'm not 40 and I still have all of my hair -- there's time yet, young Skywalker. So the CBC isn't interested in towing the line on the anglo-franco connexion. Big deal. If that's their bottom line, I'll do my own rewrite and wait to see if anything else happens. If not, I'll move on to something else. Maybe I'll spec Deadwood. Or maybe I'll be adventurous and obscure. Maybe Jack & Bobby. Or maybe Desperate Housewives. Yeah. Hah. And monkeys might fly outta my butt! I can't handle that overly sugar-coated farce about suburban life. Too... Teri Hatcher-ish for my liking. I am not fond of Ms. Hatcher nor do I find the show interesting. I will just flip to cable and watch Crank Yankers and save my brain.
Je m'appelle Angus is still alive. I've managed to figure out a good estimate on what it's budget might look like if I decided to pull a Kevin Smith. (Ahh, the benefits of being with an accountant and great budgeting software)
Based on my calculations and based on rough projections, this film could be made for less than $166,500 CDN (as of today). Now if only I could entice Wendeh into directing this...