Monday, August 08, 2005

I see you've added on...


Here's a mostly-LA experience, although of course it could happen anywhere. The fiancee and I met up with a couple we're friends with a few nights ago to see "Broken Flowers." We saw the movie and enjoyed it, and also saw that the fiancee's female counterpart had gone from a small b-cup to a generous d in the time since we had last seen each other. Neither of us were sure exactly what the protocol is for this situation: Address the new chestiness, or ignore it? By ignoring, I believe, we run the risk of coming off as silently sitting in judgement. (There is no way not to notice, by the way, especially since she was wearing a tiny top, so our failure to acknowlege could not be written off as an oversight). For me to say something ("bueno tetas!") would be inappropriate, and I would have rightly incurred the wrath of the fiancee. So my conclusion is that the fiancee should, in such situations, say something (either with all of us there or when the ladies are alone) like, "did you specifically instruct the doctor to attach them to your collarbones or was he just thinking outside the box?"
That way it's out in the open and nobody has to be uncomfortable.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Basquiat


There's an exhibit of Jean-Michel Basquiat here at LA's MOCA, so we went. The artist's comments on racial injustice are tough to miss (rather than go into it I'll just say go see the exhibit if you're in town), and remind me of moving to New York City in the late 1980s, when, in the wake of Howard Beach and Bernard Goetz and the Central Park Jogger and Tawana Brawley and goodness, the list goes on and on -- race relations were a hot topic, with many people happy to throw in their two cents. Louis Farrakhan, Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, Chuck D and Public Enemy, students erecting and living in shanty villages on college campuses to protest America's investment in still-embracing-apartheid South Africa... Man. The gulf between black and white, and how to possibly narrow it, that was THE THING.

I myself was writing a play at the time about a black caddy working at an (obviously) white country club.

But that's not the embarrassing thing. The embarrassing thing is that I was looking at Basquiat's paintings, and seeing phrases he had written on them, like "the irony of a negro cop," and could not help the thought from formulating in my brain: "That's so dated." As in, awareness of racial inequalities -- so 80's, you know? Of course, it was very early 90's too, when you consider Rodney King et al. But the larger point looms, which is that nobody's standing up and making any noise about race relations these days, unless it's the relationship of red state voters to NASCAR. I guess that means that racial injustice is a thing of the past, right?

Maybe just in the eyes of this administration. Now. Before anyone thinks I'm about to go into an anti-Bush rant, I'm not. It's not that I don't think it's warranted, it's just that rants to me smack of two other things that start with R: rhetoric and rarely original. The objective truth of the matter is that Iraq is item #1 on the agenda with W, and I'm not sure what's second. Maybe it's terrorism. Maybe after that it's North Korea, Iran, the Supreme Court, drilling in Alaska, stem cell research, faith-based initiatives. I dunno, and I'm not judging. Because that would be rhetorical and rarely original, as I've said. What it brings up, and what I think is interesting, is exactly how much the administration's interests dictate what is perceived as relevant in our society. Sleeper cells, if you read the newspapers, are having more impact on our lives than white folks and black folks (not to mention everybody else) getting along.

I remember back in 2000, during the Democratic Primary, my-then-idol Bill Bradley was facing off against Al Gore. And I guess he had won an early caucus and was getting a lot of press. Bradley, having played ten years on a mostly-black basketball team (the Knicks) in a mostly-black league (the NBA) had sort of matured as a man with race and it's associated issues as a constant backdrop, and felt that they are at the core of what ills our country. As a result, his political agenda was starkly different to what we're experiencing today. "If I'm president, I want one thing to be known," Bradley said in an interview, "if you want to please the boss, one of the things you'd better show is how your department or agency has furthered tolerance and racial understanding."

If this sounds a little breathless, I'll also say that Bradley received a fair amount of criticism from black leaders for saying a lot and not doing so much. So who knows where we'd be if he was elected. But I'm pretty sure I would have reacted differently to the Basquiat show, for whatever that's worth.

Call the guy, make a golf date...

My agent calls yesterday. No news on the next pitch meeting, but there is this guy, a movie producer, apparently, who is looking for someone to play golf with. "Give the guy a call, make a date to play golf," says the agent. It's funny to consider how this works. Are there a number of writers competing for this golf date or do I have an exclusive deal here? Maybe I should have asked that upfront before I made the call, which was, by the way, suitably awkward. Producer's assistant answers, takes my name, puts me on hold for a moment, then comes back to say producer is away from his desk. Voicemail? Certainly. "Umm...Hi Z, I'm X, I'm Y's friend, the golfer? And I guess I'm supposed to call you to make a golf date, but really the idea is just to seduce you with my golf game into listening to and then giving me scads of money for, one or more of the movie ideas I have filed away? What do you think? Is Wednesday good?"

I haven't heard back.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Yeah, they're passing...

Okay, so the thrill of working my way into a major TV network executive's office to pitch a show idea suffered flameout today, as said exec passed on said show idea. Since this is my first post, and I'm not sure whether I really even want to devote time and space to talking about my adventures in the entertainment industry, I'm not yet going to name any names. But I will say that it's an educational experience, trying to convince somebody to commit (I think) hundreds of thousands of dollars to bring your little imaginary world of people to televised life. You realize, or at least I did, that the whole thing is completely arbitrary. I could've pitched the most flawless version of a show about horses (not the real subject of my show) but if said executive has unpleasant memories of stepping in horseshit while jogging in Central Park (NYers know about this), it doesn't matter how good the idea is. Nothing's a guaranteed success, so once you get in that room and you've done all your research and fleshed out the characters and memorized all the little jokes you're going to tell and rehearsed endlessly with your fiancee patiently pretending to be interested every single time, it's about stumbling upon a decision-maker whose personal make-up allows him or her to connect with your idea. So we will be moving on to another decision-maker at another network soon. Everybody keep your fingers crossed. I'll post updates as things progress, and when I figure out whether it's possible to be more specific about details, I'll maybe start dropping some names.