Monday, April 30, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
Closed doors and the Hollywood labyrinth.
It has been a while since my last blog, simply because I forgot I had one - some serious blogging going on here.
To the point.
Hollywood - and by Hollywood I mean all that resides on the mountain of untouchable greatness known as - The Movies.
Hollywood. Agents, producers, talent, the talentless and DOORS! Lot's and lot's of doors. Closed doors with locks on them from the top to the bottom that have been bolted, soldiered and bricked in. Hollywood is as tangible as the marine layer over San Francisco and as welcoming as Paul Giametti when forced to drink Merlot. This anomaly know as Hollywood is more baffling to me than anything I've ever encountered - and that includes trying to understand woman and why they often hate everything. In an attempt to enter the world of the film industry I have been ignored, denied, directed, discouraged, diluted, discombobulated and confused and above all, motivated.
Given the fact that everyone in Hollywood is "uber busy" and has 200 meetings a day and receives 300 screenplays in the mail and flooding their emails a minute; I can see why no one is willing to help new talent. Is no one is worthy of a chance to make it in the "biz"? I get that there are thousands of people trying to make it, and most are finding that everyday is a closed door that refuses to budge because you really have to know somebody, who know's somebody. And even then you're still screwed because those somebody's are trying to find work themselves. To quote the very talented, chaw spittin' and hard working actor Barry Corbin, "I'd piss on a spark plug if I thought it'd do any good!" It amazes me to hear everyone say that in order to have one person even read your script you have to send out hundreds of query letters and those letters either have to be represented by an agent - none of which get back to you because they've never heard of you - or requested specifically by the production company who have never heard of you because you can't get an agent to read you because again, they've never heard of you.
Needless to say that Hollywood is not a warm fuzzy blanket in the rough Siberian winter, nor does it have a conscious that cares enough to give us a little pat on our behinds and say "you just keep trying little fella, you'll get there." And to all of the agents, agencies and production companies: come on, really? We have to have lunch and meet at a mixer that is 3000 miles away from my job, you know, the one that puts a roof over my head and food on the table, but doesn't pay enough for me to move where "the work is", come on , really? Just give the dang thing a read and pick me up or let me down easy or hard your choice, really.
Dear Hollywood,
Please don't be upset with my previous rant. I still love you and will continue sending letters and making films and writing scripts and bothering the hell out of anyone who might give me a chance. So someone please give me a chance.
Sincerely,
Chic Scaparo
To the point.
Hollywood - and by Hollywood I mean all that resides on the mountain of untouchable greatness known as - The Movies.
Hollywood. Agents, producers, talent, the talentless and DOORS! Lot's and lot's of doors. Closed doors with locks on them from the top to the bottom that have been bolted, soldiered and bricked in. Hollywood is as tangible as the marine layer over San Francisco and as welcoming as Paul Giametti when forced to drink Merlot. This anomaly know as Hollywood is more baffling to me than anything I've ever encountered - and that includes trying to understand woman and why they often hate everything. In an attempt to enter the world of the film industry I have been ignored, denied, directed, discouraged, diluted, discombobulated and confused and above all, motivated.
Given the fact that everyone in Hollywood is "uber busy" and has 200 meetings a day and receives 300 screenplays in the mail and flooding their emails a minute; I can see why no one is willing to help new talent. Is no one is worthy of a chance to make it in the "biz"? I get that there are thousands of people trying to make it, and most are finding that everyday is a closed door that refuses to budge because you really have to know somebody, who know's somebody. And even then you're still screwed because those somebody's are trying to find work themselves. To quote the very talented, chaw spittin' and hard working actor Barry Corbin, "I'd piss on a spark plug if I thought it'd do any good!" It amazes me to hear everyone say that in order to have one person even read your script you have to send out hundreds of query letters and those letters either have to be represented by an agent - none of which get back to you because they've never heard of you - or requested specifically by the production company who have never heard of you because you can't get an agent to read you because again, they've never heard of you.
Needless to say that Hollywood is not a warm fuzzy blanket in the rough Siberian winter, nor does it have a conscious that cares enough to give us a little pat on our behinds and say "you just keep trying little fella, you'll get there." And to all of the agents, agencies and production companies: come on, really? We have to have lunch and meet at a mixer that is 3000 miles away from my job, you know, the one that puts a roof over my head and food on the table, but doesn't pay enough for me to move where "the work is", come on , really? Just give the dang thing a read and pick me up or let me down easy or hard your choice, really.
Dear Hollywood,
Please don't be upset with my previous rant. I still love you and will continue sending letters and making films and writing scripts and bothering the hell out of anyone who might give me a chance. So someone please give me a chance.
Sincerely,
Chic Scaparo
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