Yes, he’s been POTUS, but he’ll always be the CEO who gave you insomnia.
Two impeachments later and with mere days left in his presidency, you can hear the historians settling at their laptops to sum up — somehow — the legacy of one Donald J. Trump. He’s been a politician, a reality TV star, a real estate developer, even a purveyor of wine and steaks. But I hope, as we all look back, that we won’t miss something that’s never changed no matter his title. It’s an underappreciated facet of his ugliness, but Trump really is a classic toxic…
For Those Who Celebrate Christmas and Want to Believe Their Families Are OK
This Christmas Eve, a year that will be unforgettable for all the wrong reasons draws nearer to a close on its own terms, offering only a trademark lack of mercy. The pandemic’s toll in lives should be enough: well over 300,000 American souls gone and counting, with over 1.7 million lost worldwide. …
I’m an actress, always have been, fear I always will be. I’m more decades into this now than anyone wants to know. (Please don’t ask. I’ll be forced into the sad industry ritual of lying about it, unconditional surrender masked as pluck.) And what I’m finding is that it’s most important not to think too much. Or at least, not to let anyone know you’re thinking. Perhaps that’s the most important bit.
One of the blessedly-plainest pieces of advice I ever received came from a name agent in Los Angeles. A good guy, a solid citizen, who blew a lot…
Last week, the Casting Society of America (CSA) issued a press release announcing a new committee to study the issue of CD-led workshops. Specifically, the committee will “seek to preserve and enhance the educational value of casting workshops” while fostering “increased awareness and understanding among CSA members of the Casting Workshop Guidelines created in collaboration with the Los Angeles City Attorney’s office.”
It is within the new Workshop Committee’s mission — let’s be clear — to keep workshops alive. Lawful, but alive. Even as it was formed in the face of sharply negative press from the Hollywood Reporter on the…
Please save me from bullshit,
From creeping fears that I suck,
And from the memory of my poor mother’s face
When I told her I wanted to be an actor.
Let it not be visited upon me
The director who thinks all actors are a little stupid,
The person in the second row who falls asleep,
Or influenza on opening night.
Let me be patient with assumptions about my endless partying
When I can’t afford rice.
Grant me insight.
Guide me on a path out of my own way for five fucking minutes
(Excuse me, Lord),
Let me discover…
There are times when casting rises to the level of performance art. In 2008, Mickey Rourke broke our hearts playing the battered, world-weary title character of Darren Aronofsky’s The Wrestler. It’s not that his performance wasn’t powerful. It was. But at the root of our experience was the aching reality that we were watching Mickey Rourke. We remembered him from the golden heyday of 80s bad-boy cinema. We understood his fall. Most importantly, we knew that his resurrection could never be complete. His boyish leading-man looks gone, the very borders of his face…
On Saturday, October 26, 2013, Netflix’s Chief Content Officer Ted Sarandos delivered the keynote address at the 2013 Film Independent Forum at the Directors Guild of America (DGA) in Los Angeles. His remarks included critiques of movie theaters, which he claimed had resisted innovation and contributed to the spread of piracy through the restrictive theatrical windows that frustrate end consumers. Within hours, CEO and President of the National Association of Theatre Owners (NATO) John Fithian struck back, accusing Netflix of trying to “kill the cinema.” As a former lover of movie-going and current Netflix subscriber, I respond to Fithian below.
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