Lately I’ve been watching a lot fewer movies, and a lot more Entourage. Hey, if it’s good enough for Obama it should be good enough for me, right? Sure, it’s a little repetitive, a little over the top, and a lot sexist, but it’s fun and entertaining and that’s all I really want from my television viewing. (My secret fascination with Flavor of Love should prove that.)
And even if it is overly dramatic, Entourage is reminding me how glad I am I didn’t go to school in LA or New York. The production side of American film making – Hollywood, independent, if they’re not Terry Gilliam it seems they all get trapped – is nasty, frustrating, and pretty unbearable. I’m not saying critic/theoretical work is any less corrupt. Look at Susan Sontag…someone who has had a few interesting things to say, but who achieved celebrity by hobnobbing.
I noticed this compulsion to network when I was at Cinequest in San Jose. Sundance was too above Scott and I to bother with us much (though we did get a lot of requests for business cards), but Cinequest treated us like we were Hot Shit. Filmmakers wanted to do lunch, for example. Silly, when you remember that we write for an online magazine that doesn’t even pay us. But it seems to be all about names, and Film Threat has become a sort-of big name (with Chris Gore attached…though before I started writing for them, I had no idea who he was). It was all very stupid.
But then the trailer for Moon came out. I have a quote that whizzes by barely noticed in that trailer. But don’t let me fool you, I was stoked stoked stoked. With MY name on a HOLLYWOOD movie, I feel like a real, live, D-list celeb. Worthy of that Diablo Cody room at the Fairmont.
I got off topic. Back to Entourage: I like all the Tobey Maguire jokes they make.