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Creative License — Suspended Disbelief — Sloppy Writing
Why I can’t enjoy movies anymore.
I’ve always been interested in writing, photography, and film-making. I graduated college with a degree in film and worked in the film industry for well over twenty years. Working in Dallas after college I started in the film-vault of a film lab. I moved up quickly to become an editor, then went free-lance in the local film scene — mostly as a script supervisor. After a while I finally landed a job as a producer in a production company specializing in TV commercials. At that time I was also plying my trade as a screenwriter — but to no avail.
A few years passed with no upward movement, so with demo-reel in hand I decided to make my mark in the movies. I moved to Hollywood — where I quickly learned that Dallas didn’t matter and I again started at the bottom. I first worked as a PA (production assistant), then slowly moved up from there; grip, dolly grip, electrician, best-boy electrician. I even Gaffed and Key Griped a few movies. More years passed as I continued to move up the ladder; production manager, line producer, and finally — producer.
In my spare time, I continued to write — even optioned a few screenplays, and like any good film person in Hollywood, I started my own production company. But by this point in my career I couldn’t stand…
