I’ve been saying for a while that Los Angeles feels like what I can only imagine Detroit was like when the auto industry left.
This entire post is beautiful and tragic.
Peter Jason, one of the great character actors in cinema, has died. His first movie was Howard Hawks' RIO LOBO. He was a dear friend and I'll miss him terribly.
I had cancer when I was fifteen. For my Make-A-Wish, I asked for the only dream any girl that age has: to meet @ConanOBrien. I did, and I can confirm: he is a kind, generous, hilarious soul.
“We had a GOOD thing. We had movies that went to theaters. We had tv shows on networks that generated advertising. we had physical media. then we’d license it all to Netflix, which EVERYONE had, and we’d make MONEY. But your PRIDE. And your EGO…”
Everyone wants the rom-com book between Taylor & Travis. I want the romance between the agent/manager of the global pop star in the middle of world tour, who's life is suddenly smashed together with the footballer's agent/manager as they're forced to coordinate time for the stars
(We’re on your side and are absolutely your trusted gatekeepers. We see the offers these studios try to send, we know it’s bullshit. I swear we gotchu. #UnionStrong)
(Yep. There are probably some really shitty agents at the Top Four, repping some really rich shitty people. Who might look slimy and only out for themselves. Agents who will stay rich. But there are many dope Not Top Four agents who rep hardworking amazing creative Scale actors.)