Showing posts with label Hollywood Writers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hollywood Writers. Show all posts

6/6/23

I STAND WITH THE HOLLYWOOD WRITERS STRIKE (WRITERS GUILD OF AMERICA) and WITH PRINCE HARRY

Enough is enough.

It's time that the public stand for professional standards.

Think about this:  You need to know about politics, national, state, local, because DECISIONS MADE EFFECT YOUR LIFE.  You do not need to know anything about celebrities who are not in your life.  If they are friends they will tell you themselves about themselves; at least what they want you to know.  Unless you are among them, working for or with them,what is happening in their personal lives, IS NOT LIKELY GOING TO EFFECT YOUR LIFE. 

So should you be reading about politics or celebrity gossip?

The studios and most actors make extreme incomes.  It is the writers who provide the scripts, and give them the dialogue, who are essential to film-making.  Maybe every writer has a script they're working on in a drawer of their desk at their "real job," so I was told years ago when I typed my creative work on a laptop at a coffee house where I heard one of these Hollywood writers call me "the girl who types."  I was an adult woman who had just graduated from a writing program that was not easy to get into and there was this sexist jackass trying to turn me into a secretary.  He was there hoping to get my ideas having run out of his own.  Those guys are everywhere.

A script writing hopeful one showed up at my writing round table and took everyone else's work home with him to critique and never showed back up.  We thought he was a script thief.  That was why I told the group we should never admit anyone who didn't first submit their work to us - to prove they had some.

I have reason to think a couple of my ideas were stolen over the years.

 That or there is a collective consciousness.

Women and the work of women creators in all the arts do not at all enjoy equality with men.  It's still very much a boy's club and the boys in the boy's club are still playing the "if you have sex with me I'll get you the break you need," card with women.

Someone who worked for Steven Spielberg said writers called him Thieven Steven because, they said, he was fond of claiming, when being pitched, that he had already had that idea...  I have no idea if this is actually true as I never wrote a script in my life to that point and did not have a script in any drawer, but I heard it more than once.  The script writers would show up at one coffee house or another and when they chose to move to a new location to write - well you never knew why they showed up or vacated a location.

One said that if you did it right, you could even sell a shitty script, just so someone else could have your idea more legitimately. 

There were stories of certain writers taking a script and spilling coffee on it and stamping it with dirty shoes to make it look like it had been sitting around a while...  

A man who told me about Thieven Steven, sent me an e-mail that said, "I know you're writing naked. I know you do." I was appalled.  I e-mailed back, "Never contact me again." 

I remember going on a walk in the Hollywood Hills with someone who told me to sell a novel and likely someone would buy the film rights for $40,000 which they called "bathroom remodeling money."

Pay for writers in Hollywood is often a joke.

But the cost of living is no joke.

So though sexism and sexual harassment is very much Hollywood, I stand with the writers on strike.  

And I note that Prince Harry is taking a beating in the British media for speaking up about his own experience with privacy invasion and being spied upon. They are circling the wagons but if it did or did not happen is not so much the point.  It should NEVER happen.  Journalism had standards and that was WHY it was an admired and proud PROFESSION.

Like other professions, it's up to the PRO's to keep it PRO.  So rather than focus on beating up Harry for speaking out, check into your own tactics.

C 2023  Christine Trzyna

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2/21/10

SHEILA WELLER DANCING AT CIRO's

pages 155-156 C Sheila Weller "Dancing at Ciro's" Published by Saint Martin's Press

Helen Hover Weller, Sheila Weller's mother, was a reporter in Hollywood writing on celebrities. Weller is setting up the mood of Hollywood at the grand opening of her uncle Herman's new restaurant on Sunset Boulevard. It is World War 2, the troops have invaded North Africa and Winston Churchill is optimistic. It is the day after Christmas... and the doors open.

"Consequently, "they came in twos and fours and sixes," Herman recalled..... Joan Crawford ...Cary Grant... Lana Turner came with her new husband, restaurant owner Steve Crane, and my mother - supervising the cigarette and coat-check girls with one eye, sleuthing for column items with the other - got the actress she most avidly chronicled to sit down with her in the cigarette girls' lounge.

"The movie stars of the forties had a combination of qualities that are the mirror opposite of their counterparts today. On the one hand, they gave off a glamour unheard of in our era, when ten-million-a-picture actresses wear jeans on David Letterman. But the jeans-wearing actresses are sophisticated; those glamour girls were not. They were often socially naive contract-worker-bees completely beholden to studio bosses. They were raised in a culture that still inculcated obedience and in an America deeply gridded by the caste system. A lot of them were insecure about their rough edges (high school drop out Betty Hutton told my mother she kept a dictionary on her bedstand to look up words whose meanings she didn't know) and their recent poverty (ex-elevator operator Dorothy Lamour remembered when she and her mother had to stretch $1.75 to last five days. However, they were still able to be human beings. They didn't have minders and bodyguards; they opened their own front doors; they worried about getting pregnant; and when they got drunk, they would pour out their hearts in a powder room.