Rebecca Hanover

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Posted on March 9th, 2011

 I had the good fortune to get to attend a great talk last week by Black List creator/founder (and an old friend of Ethan’s) Franklin Leonard. Those of you who are writers out there understand how any insights into the world of moviemaking that come from those who actually run the world of moviemaking - well, they’re sort of like the scraps your dog begs for at the side of the table. We’re desperate for them. We’ll make puppy dog eyes until we get some. And, like your dog, we’re never satisfied. We want more.

In all seriousness, the talk was inspiring, thoughtful and informative (thanks, Franklin), and it really shed some light on how Hollywood execs look at the moviemaking process, comb for quality scripts and, subsequently, try to get those scripts noticed and eventually made. (For those of you unfamiliar with it, the Black List is a list of unproduced screenplays compiled by junior Hollywood execs each year – it’s essentially a list of their favorites, ie. the scripts they couldn’t put down, the ones they just had “that” gut feeling about. A script that gets listed by enough execs scores enough points and makes it onto the list). The Black List has done wonders for screenwriters (from The King’s Speech’s David Seidler to Juno’s Diablo Cody to The Beaver’s Kyle Killen and many more) and also helped junior executives voice their opinions along the way. But what I’m most interested in discussing here is the idea of democratization, and how it plays a role (or, perhaps I should say, what role it might play) in the future of screenwriting and moviemaking.

Franklin touched on this a bit when he talked about the idea of the Black List representing the voice of the crowd. In Hollywood, it’s hard to be that person who steps forward and says, “I love this script, I think it’s amazing, and we should plunk down X million dollars to make it.” Going out on a limb like that is scary/difficult/worse than calling up that cute girl from the coffee shop and asking her to go to Sing-a-long Little Mermaid with you. Say you love a script about a beaver puppet, but you’re just not sure you’re willing to go to bat for it (it’s about a beaver puppet, after all). A list that proves dozens of others agree with you? That might just be the support system you need to step up and go to bat for the puppet. Franklin was essentially tapping into the power of the crowd when he started the list back in 2005. And now? We’ve seen that that power has legs. So many of the scripts from the Black List have been made and become Oscar winners that it’s hard to ignore it now when a few hundred experts vouch for a particular script.

So…what I’m curious about is how far we can (and how far we will) take this idea of the crowd and democratization of content in the future. Take a site like Scriptshadow, which reviews scripts – both produced and unproduced – and, in the past, used to provide links to said scripts. The creator of this site came under so much fire for this that now he’s a lot more careful and only sends you the scripts directly from his email list (if you’re lucky). What were people so up in arms about? Well, for starters, the material he was posting is copyrighted, and it wasn’t his to post. His argument? The scripts were offered to amateur screenwriters for educational purposes. That’s certainly reasonable… to a certain extent. It could also be “educational” for business school students to see the top-secret, confidential financials of Fortune 500 companies. Doesn’t mean they get to.

There’s another reason established writers weren’t happy with the scripts going up for the whole world to see: Carson, the site founder, sometimes gave unproduced scripts a bad review. His prerogative? Perhaps. But what if studio execs or producers saw that review without reading the script first and formed an unfair opinion based on it? (This could very well happen. And it might be unfortunate, given that Carson is just one dude with one opinion. Plus, the script might have been posted in an earlier or wrong draft, or it might still be unfinished. How fair is it for a writer’s work to be judged before he/she is ready?) And, finally, what about the fact that endings to movies were being cavalierly shown to the public years before a film might hit the big screen? Though Carson’s intentions have always been to help writers, perhaps he’s inadvertently been doing a disservice to the film industry itself by posting those scripts. (With all that said, I absolutely see why he did what he did, and I appreciate him breaking down that Hollywood “opaqueness” that drives most creative types bat-shit crazy).

This is clearly a complicated issue, and one I certainly don’t have an answer for. But I do wonder – how much can we democratize moviemaking? If scripts simply aren’t ours to be read (us being the general public) – and maybe they shouldn’t be – the opaqueness of Hollywood is bound to continue. Even the Black List feels a bit like a mysterious (albeit magical) phenomenon that only a few insiders have a true understanding of. (Because the actual scripts aren’t available on the list – only the titles, log lines and writer info – a whole host of people are illegally providing links to the screenplays online for the public to read. You have to catch them while you can; they inevitably get taken down within days of being posted).

I’ll be fascinated to see how things pan out in the future, as we all become infinitely more connected, and informed, in this digital age. As for democratization, it’s the whole reason Tammy Camp and I are creating a web series about Silicon Valley and bootstrapping it just like we would with a start-up. The digital world is going to radically change the way we view, create, consume and distribute content – in fact, it already has – and I have no doubt the movie biz will be similarly affected. Books are already experiencing this sea change with self-publishing (see my past post about young adult author Amanda Hocking). We no longer live in a world where only a select few can tell us if we’re good enough. Of course, we also live in a world where anyone with a flip cam can make a movie about the adorable shit his two-year-old says. It goes both ways.

PROCRASTINATION QUESTION:

What’s your take on the future of content as we immerse ourselves even more fully into this digital and social media-controlled world? What do you think of the ijustines of the world, series like The Guild, and web personalities who get their fans to crowdfund their lives?

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Jean Amnesia

Posted on March 4th, 2011

Most people who know me well know that I never wear make-up. Ever. (Okay, ever is a lie. I wore make-up at my wedding, make-up for a few scattered professional meetings here and there, and make-up at the Emmy’s. I think). For a good stretch there – some three or four years – I was exclusively sporting what my friends endearingly nicknamed “The Rebecca”… ie. a bun on top of my head that added about two inches to my height. (I only decided to get a new and different haircut once more than five people on the street compared me to Amy Winehouse, which was, to say the least, traumatic.) Why don’t I wear make-up or spend time fixing my hair? I’m lazy. I can’t be bothered. I’ve recently started straightening my hair every once in a while, but even then I’m sure to leave it for several days before washing it (why waste all that time and hard work?)

The point of all this? I’m not typically “girly” in the most obvious sense. Even as far as fashion goes, my intention is always to put together some cute, trendy and cutting-edge outfit… but I’m at the age where I refuse to sacrifice comfort, so there go the sexy and adorable 4-inch heeled platform wedge boots. And on go the Tom’s slip-ons (not that they aren’t trendy and fashionable in their own way. I’m just not sure I quite pull off “hipster” while wearing them).

So why, oh why, when I have at least some sense of restraint when it comes to shopping, does that restraint go entirely out the window the minute it comes to jeans? I remember when I first discovered “jeans,” as we’ve come to know them in the past decade (ie. designer, not Gap). This was back when I was an assistant, or perhaps even freelancing as an editor – when I certainly could not afford to spend my NYC rent money on a $200 pair of bootcuts. I slipped them on, and well, it was love at first sight. The way they cradled my butt lovingly. The way they elongated my legs. The way the denim was perfectly frayed and threadbare in some places; strong, thick and sturdy in others. I was a cowgirl-slash-superstar-slash-queen in those things. And the best part (this is where the low maintenance side of me kicked in big-time): I REALIZED THAT I COULD WEAR THEM A GAJILLION TIMES WITHOUT WASHING THEM. It’s true; jeans only need to be washed when they get stretched out and don’t hang the right way, when you need to wash them to restore their perkiness. Washing them because they might be dirty? P-shaw.

And so my jean obsession was born. Perhaps it stemmed, at least partly, from those twelve years I spent all an all girls school where we weren’t allowed to wear denim. Perhaps it just seemed practical: What’s a measly $200 when you can wear the damn things every day, with different tops, to work, to the store, out to dinner, on a date? The transition happened slowly. First that one pair. Then another the next year. It’s sneaky, this jean business. They’re always just slightly changing the style and look so that in a few years, you have to buy more just to keep up with the ever-changing trends. But I was in so deep by that point, I seriously started having no short term memory at all when it came to denim.

I’ve had every style: straight leg, bootcut, skinny (not my favorite), the frayed and weathered boyfriend jean. So why is it that when I look at the photo above, I rationally know that I have a pair in my closet that’s almost identical to the pair on the right… and yet, I still think to myself, “Hm. I don’t have that one.” It’s like jean amnesia. And it’s dangerous to the wallet. (Full disclosure: I’ve even been known to stop in the store and look at the exact pair of jeans I have in my closet – same brand, same style – and consider for a second if I should try them on.)

I don’t think I’m totally alone here (if I am, don’t tell me). Who hasn’t gone into a store and impulsively bought a pair of jeans because you needed a pick-me-up? Or because you’d gained a pound and felt your go-to pair was fitting a little too snugly?  We all need a pair of jeans that’s comfy and soft (pajama jean, anyone?), a pair that’s slimming-no-matter-what, a pair to be worn with our highest heels and a pair that’s perfectly hemmed to wear with flats. That could add up to like, 70 pairs of jeans. Or at least 7.

In all seriousness, what is it with me and jeans? I guess I don’t really have that many pairs, especially if you consider that I’ve been collecting them up for a decade. And maybe it’s not such a bad thing: a piece of fabric that’s utilitarian, indestructible and makes you feel great? There was a whole young adult book series about a pair of jeans like that… right? (Side note: Ethan, conversely, has not worn jeans since high school. Not a once. I suppose we balance each other out).

PROCRASTINATION QUESTION:

Is there a material object in your life, like jeans, that just, well, makes you feel like a million bucks?

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I’d Like To Thank

Posted on March 2nd, 2011

I’m a few days late posting about the Oscars, so I’ve probably missed my official window to discuss what went down on Sunday evening… but maybe I’m so late that it’s now cool again? Sort of like the way it’s kinda gross to not wash your hair after 3 days… but after a week you start getting dreadlocks and that’s awesome? Let’s go with that.

So – the Academy Awards. This was one of the first years (or at least, one of the first I can remember in a long time) where I watched the majority of films that were nominated and read most of the predictions that were being made for each category. (I even managed to win an Oscar pool because I’d so dutifully studied the experts’ predictions. Honestly, I kinda feel like I cheated. Everyone else was all, “Cool. Toys. A cowboy that talks in the voice of Tom Hanks? A Wallace Shawn dinosaur??! Niiiiice.” And I was like, “No film has ever been nominated for Best Picture and Best Animated Film and not won Best Animated Film… blah blah blah.” (Yes, that category was obvious, but still. I took all the fun out of adorable talking toys. Boo.)

Let me tell you something… the Oscars really aren’t that fun when you’ve already read all about what and who’s going to win. Halfway through, I found myself really missing my blissful, carefree Oscar-viewing days, where I’d say, “Ooooh, pretty dress. She’d give a good speech. Plus, I really like purple. And didn’t she once play a stripper?” It’s so much more interesting when you don’t strip the whole thing of the element of surprise (see how I made a pun?)

As for the awards, I felt mildly satisfied with all of them: Yay Colin Firth. Yay Natalie Portman (she danced on pointe, people!). Aaron Sorkin, check. Grandfatherly King’s Speech dude, check. (Actually, I want to take a brief moment to say, I love that guy – David Seidler for those not in the know. Go YOU for defying age-ism in Hollywood!  73, people. He’s the Colonel Sanders of screenwriting. And on top of that, he took an issue that was close to home and needed light shed on it – stuttering – and found a really unique platform for it. The guy didn’t even have an agent before the script got bought. Amazing).

So, what else?  Deep thoughts about the evening’s events?  Anyone?  We all know that the Academy Awards are a giant spectacle, put on for our benefit. But somehow, this year, that fact seemed more obvious to me than ever. I’m not sure why (was it James Franco’s oddly stoned hosting performance? Anne Hathaway’s eagerness to please? Or simply the fact that now we can follow many of these celebs on twitter… and somehow, they’re starting to seem a lot more like people and a lot less like stars…?) Who knows.

I still think the night symbolizes something hopeful for its viewers, which is why I’m glad guys like David Seidler exist. Because, let’s face it – Aaron Sorkin’s brilliant. But does he really need that statue?

PROCRASTINATION QUESTION:

Thoughts on the Oscars?  Or Natalie’s dress?  Or Melissa Leo’s melodramatic speech?

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I’m sorry, I can’t afford a Ferrari

Posted on February 17th, 2011

What is this post about, you may be asking yourself?  It’s about Cee Lo Green and cheese – but I’ll get to that in a sec.  First, I want to acknowledge that I’m getting a D in daily blogging, probably my first D ever ‘cause I was one of those annoying teenagers who couldn’t deal if I got an A minus (now? I’ve learned the art of “good enough.”  It’s life-changing, people.  Kind of like textsfromlastnight.com). I’m going to start really holding myself accountable for more frequent posts, but I’m not gonna lie, it’s sometimes difficult, given that the A student in me rears her ugly head and bitches me out if my blog post ideas aren’t as cool as singing puppets.

But back to today’s topics: Cee Lo Green, whom we all know for his hit “Forget You”, ie “F***k You.”  Yes, I am that person who downloaded it after I heard it for the first time on Glee and – gasp! – really enjoyed Gwyneth Paltrow’s rendition. I cringe as I say this, since I’ve never been a huge fan of hers, and the absurdity of GOOP has really made me question whether she has any grip on reality whatsoever (check out her post about a day in the life – it’s a good thing she has a fishmonger who delivers to her house, or she’d never get dinner made.  Whew, I know how that is, too).

After a little research into our new favorite song (see how I dragged an unsuspecting person into this story?), Ethan and I learned that Cee Lo Green is Gnarls Barkley, which seems to be one of music’s best-kept secrets.  Cee Lo’s performance with puppets and (of course) Gwyneth on the Grammy’s wasn’t great, but I still think the guy is weird, cool and strangely fascinating, and I love the song. (Hearing it butchered by American Idol contestants? Kind of ruined it for me. But that’s what I get for tuning into that show when I swore last year I would never, ever watch it again).

Topic #2: cheese. I had my first encounter with cheese in nine years, and I’m ecstatic to say that it was extremely successful.  As part of the regimen prescribed by my naturopath, I am testing my sensitivity to different foods, and the first taste test was manchego sheep’s cheese from Whole Foods.  I kid you not, it tasted like a little bit of heaven in my mouth.  And it reminded me why all those fake almond and soy bullcrap cheeses I’ve been eating over the years are pitiful imitations.  Authentic, cheese-that-comes-in-a-wedge and looks like the above picture is absurdly good. And I didn’t get a stomachache or itching… this time. Fingers crossed, because it was seriously the highlight of my week. Maybe month. I would say year, but that would just be sad.

PROCRASTINATION QUESTION:

Are you a cheese or Cee Lo Green fan?  (If you’re a Gwyneth fan, it’s okay. We’ve all gone there at some point.  It happens).

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I love you, Ashley Fink

Posted on February 8th, 2011

Ashley Fink is a genius addition to the Glee cast. I had a feeling I was going to love her character, Lauren Zizes, as soon as she uttered one of my favorite lines: “I’m not nervous, you know why? Because show choir is stupid.” She’s had a couple of other brilliant ones (“Best. Green Room. Ever.”) and now that she’s got a big story line-slash-romantic entanglement, I hope this is just the beginning for her character on the show. The fact is, she’s funny, and I know it may be sacrilege to say this, but she’s even giving Brittany a run for her money with her delivery of pithy one-liners.

I just read this interview with Ashley where I learned that she’s a total musical theater nerd (um, now I want to be her best friend so we can geek out to the Rent soundtrack together) and that she loves to sing.  So, when’s her big solo coming? I can’t wait.

PROCRASTINATION QUESTION:

What do you think of the Puck/Lauren storyline?

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