Holy Grail of Script Supervising

Hypothesis: no matter how many questions you're ready to answer you will always be asked the one that you have no clue about.

Derivation: when that happens I spit the first thing that comes to mind. 70% odds on my side. Also, for one, if I wasn't paying attention to it it's minor. Second, actors seldom want the truth. Third, no one will ever know until way after wrap and the only person there is going to be an oblivious editor who doesn't care anyway.

Thesis: lying is key to a successful, healthy life as a Scrip Sup, and it makes everyone happy, especially me.

Myself crushing in the kitchen with sound mixers extraordinaire Icemen Audio. Photo credit @chova85.

Consider Script Supervisors

I am going to be honest, I love my job and I proudly typecast myself as one of those people who get offended by all those cocktail compliments like "I don't know how you do it", "you must be so smart" when invariably at decisive times everything turns all "yeah well, we'd love to have you on board but we didn't make a budget for a scripty" or "we had to cut on some things so we decided we could shoot without one".

When I moved to Hollywood I was shocked at how much, even over there, this type of ignorance on the influence of a script supervisor and what they do or don't do was overruling among recent cinema graduates, the filmmakers of tomorrow. At this point in my career these are the people I relate to on a day to day basis and as they move up the ranks with their instant replays and god complexes I am terrified for the possible future of our craft.

Now award season spun a thought. Why are we not being recognized by any institution?

For someone who's not familiar with what we do, here's how Ana Maria Quintana describes our kind on Cameron Crowe's blog:

First of all and most importantly you need to have total knowledge of the script. You are responsible for breaking it down in every department. Props, wardrobe, make-up, hair, set dressing, time of day, time of the year. 

Once we start production, we are involved in all the rehearsals, set-ups and shooting of the film. We keep detailed notes on the shooting day, scene numbers, take numbers, camera information, lenses and filters. We describe each scene and make notes on each take. All of our notes are given to the Editor to use for his or her assembly, and the Director will later refer to them during his or her cut. The notes will tell them the good takes from the bad, the incomplete from the complete, what each take had that was particularly good or bad, and any other notes that might help distinguish the shooting scene during the editing process. 

During filming, we are responsible for all continuity of the scenes being shot. Since most films are shot out of order, it is up to the Script Supervisor to preserve the continuity at all times, in every department and for every aspect of the film. Everything from make-up, props, wardrobe, hair, time of day, and pace from one scene to another, is under the scrutiny of the Script Supervisor. We must have a full understanding of all camera angles, direction, and progression. This is to make sure that the action cuts together. We must also make sure that nothing is left out from the script, that all the shots the Director wanted and needed are completed. We cue actors during rehearsals and make all changes on the script. During the shooting, we make sure that the actors match their actions with their words, cigarettes, cups, etc. Any movement with their hands or body must match in all the angles at all times. We also prepare a production report for the Producers that shows the scenes shot, the scenes that need to be shot, the screen time shot everyday, page count and set-up count. 

Above all, we must always be present for the Director to make sure the script is available to them, and to make any notes that he or she might give you at a moment’s notice. We observe, we take notes, we report, we are always on, we seldom leave a set. We sometimes play psychiatrist, mom, sister, confidante, or girlfriend. And we are the only one in our department.

I bet you're gasping for air, it's a long quote I know, and it has to be, due to the overwhelming amount of duties we are honored to perform. But nonetheless I think she has left something out.

We are indeed a department of one and as such we are considered among key personnel (the heads of the different departments). Like all keys we are required to make very specific important contributions. We are knowledgable about filmmaking, and passionate (otherwise we wouldn't be able to do the honors trust me) and if allowed we can be instrumental in assisting director and DP in their creative decisions.
I don't mind the bureaucratic part of my job but that is not why I do it. I do it because a script supervisor gets a real chance at being the most rounded breed of filmmaker. Our demanding responsibilities toward the rest of the crew and the integrity of the project make us active players. We are not note takers. Given the director is willing to hear us out we are often asked to have a say in critical stylistic decisions, we have a trained eye for image and we know the script by heart. Sometimes we are able to raise pivotal script issues and are able to help writer and director in changing it for the better.

I believe we do nothing more, but also nothing less, than a DP, an editor, a sound mixer, a costume designer or an art director. We provide as important input for the technical and artistic success of the product. This is often sadly underestimated or worse totally ignored. Especially by our own peers.

Our DP friends, editor friends, sound mixer friends and makeup, hair and art department friends are all recognized by our community every year. We are not. Not even amongst ourselves. It is not an award that defines who you are but it can be a way to be rightfully represented in the film industry.

I believe our value has to be put on the map so that we don't have to be made fools at cocktail parties ever again, hence this award season I want to take a stand.

This year consider us.

Just another date-less Monday

So today I went to work.

Let's take a leap back. It's a Monday. Mondays should be deleted from any calendar known to men. Once that's done Tuesdays would have to go. Sorry Tuesdays.

Now this particular Monday, today, I was so eager to work as Joan Rivers is to look at herself in the mirror without any makeup on. So much so in fact that I just didn't do it. It's that good to be a trustworthy person, your boss doesn't really check on you. So today I produced a grand total of, drum rolls, two emails. It's a tough life.

In all seriousness I bust my ass for them, I took an extra day off I'd surely already earned.

But this wasn't the only thing that made the morning interesting.

At the bus stop, while going to un-work, I saw him for the second time in a few days. Tall, dark, suit wearing and briefcase carrying. Short hair, clean and well kept, B+ shoulders, no beard, maybe just a tini tiny dusting of follicle tips puncturing his manly dry skin. A full on hot-office fantasy galore. He has a twitchy lip, I saw him by the photocopier asking me if I was interested in, twitch, coffee twitch. Of course I am! And then in between sips he undid his tie slightly with one hand and smiled a big white Tom Cruise playing Jerry Maguire top of the ranks grin that would forever be mine. Except the bus stopped, I had to get off, he hopped out the dream and did not follow me.

Needless to say I had squished onto the guy for the entire ride. The thing was packed, you understand. Thought about casually tripping over him due to frequent rough halts but didn't really have the guts to. I don't know it seems so easy in Drew Barrymore's movies. But when it comes to it somehow I never do, do it. Never able to find the right words to dish at the after (pity) party. The pathetic excuse being hey, I look so smoking for 8.30 on a fucking Monday morning, and today, I even think it was true, exhibit A:

So why do I have to do the deed when he wouldn't even bother to hop on a lil chit chat with this hot fudge strutting her stuff all over him?!

And that ladies and gentlemen is why I’ve been single for a year.

Limitless shame

Inexplicably after so many years of working with the more or less famous, self proclaimed or rather stellar celebrities, I still get all tingly inside when I’m in sight radius of one. That’s just my thing.

I may have written this before but with a dissertation on stardom and its impact on society and the economy that’s probably what you’d expect of me. Just that much predictable. My paper focused on the evolution of the star concept from the 60s through the 80s and nothing in college captured my attention more than the books I had to read to prepare for it. It may not be the most insightful subject on the planet but it gets me going like a Duracell bunny.

So much so in fact that in the 30 seconds spam after a sighting my hand instantly places itself on a camera. Whosever that may be.

Well today I met Will Tippin at the Limitless press conference in Rome, and fell pray of my own cliché. Lame I know, but here goes…

Oh who am I fooling?! I love it!!! I own it like breathing… Hugging celebrities, touching them and squeezing their special handles area is my very own high. Overtime I’ve built charts, following straight, binding, certified criteria, and I can assess pretty quickly these days after a lot of practice. I confer Bradley Cooper a round and earned B+. Toned but meaty. Tall, very tall. Great presence. Still not one of my favorites but I’m learning he's a top pick for a lot of other people. Considering the amount of comments I got on my facebook page when I posted the above pic earlier I did my mama proud today.

Let’s be honest young ladies, we women live for a little white envy from our peers every once in a while. That is also why my hand slips on the camera so quickly at the right moment and why I posted the picture on my profile in the first place. I plead guilty to the one sin.

The guy today was very easy and fun, he snapped his own pics with fans, signed a Pisa tower of papers and answered with honest humor.

This is the question I planned on asking for days and someone stole it from me, may you burn in hell. Oh well, it was whether or not he would consider going back on a TV show and which one. Of course I would have never imagined him mentioning LOST...

This one instead is a little insight on his experience with the only Robert De Niro, who costars with him in the movie and whom he once drooled on on Inside the Actor's Studio while in the audience. And you can treat yourselves to the play by play here, 11 minute mark.

I appreciate how he raised the ranks. He’s legit.

And here is my serious side taking advantage of me. Yeah it’s weird I have one. It’s a working mode. On jobs I’m never starstruck, it actually doesn’t even cross my mind even if you dangle a camera in front of my eyes. You see, there’s hope for everybody!

Rome Film Festival Diary - Monday

Monday was the day I saw The Social Network, and the actor in it. It was also the day I saw Rabbit Hole, and the actor in it. That’s as close to Hollywood as it gets.

First off The Social Network was the only foreign movie in the entire Festival that was shown in Italian. Damn you. I waited months to see this you fools. I abhor you.

As you all know I’m Italian, and not one of my parents or relatives are English speaking, so why do I care? I’ve always cared. I started learning English at the age of 12. Pretty late for being bilingual if you think about it. It was a choice, I wasn’t blessed with it. I did it for the movies, I did it because I never wanted to depend on the loathed dubbers anymore. And I busted my ass. Although it came pretty easy to me it definitely was an effort. I would go to class at night after school and work on writing, vocabulary and speaking, then I would come back home, rent a VHS (yes, a VHS) from Blockbuster (when it was still in business), set subtitles and go for the ride. Subs progressively came off and I could pick up more and more. Movie after movie I got to where I am.

Right now I watch movies in Italian in just three cases: it’s Italian movies, it’s freaking CGI explosion based Avatary movies that have to be watched in a theatre, someone puts a gun to my head.

That said, and after all these years of hard work, I sit down in the fucking cinema at the fucking Festival that shows pictures in their original languages and you just cannot present me with The Social Network in Italian. My Cambridge degrees will come after you!

I already wrote a review of the film on my Italian blog so I won’t go into the details but I will say that Jesse Eisenberg ensnared me in a creepers cage where I would wear an animal skin skirt and he would bang is chest and do whatever he pleased with me. He was that good. So good in fact I was first row at the press conference and ended up going to every junket he did that afternoon (I was free till 6.30 pm, that’s my official excuse).

He’s a charming little man and it seemed to me he has different colored eyes, don’t you think? … Ok well, that’s irrelevant. He knows how to own a room and gave the most engaging press conference of the entire event. Questions notwithstanding. Gosh, what boring questions.

Does he have a facebook page? No, because he doesn’t want to fuel online gossiping about himself.

Did Fincher make him shoot a lot of takes? Yes, 99 takes in the first scene, which he liked doing. It gave him 50 times to do it emotionally detached and 49 times to do it much more engaged and personable, thus he was able to create many different parts of the character.

Was it cold with the flip flops in the snow? Tons.

Has Mark Zuckerberg seen the film? Yes, he booked an entire theatre on opening day for all of his employees at facebook and one of them is Jesse’s cousin so Mark had the cousin send Jesse a text saying “good job”.

That’s what they had him go on about all day. All day. The Fincher story I saw him tell at least four times.

As far as I’m concerned he may not have completed College yet but he sure as hell seems educated and composed. He approaches the profession very seriously. He showed to be thoughtful about society and its issues, his take on facebook is that it allows quiet people to be very loud. And loud people like me to be even louder I would add. I’ll gladly stay in the cage with you Mr. Eisenberg.

      

This is a little video I made. Quite not legit so please keep it to yourselves! The guy is very down to earth, funny and cute. Giving homage with a 55 second silent stint where he does nothing but shines through.

Moving forward, Rabbit Hole is a quiet movie, very deep, great performances but all in all slow, slow, slow. I saw it for free and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Aaron Eckhart met with us, he’s a very quiet person, very deep, great performer but all in all he talks slow, slow, slowly. He looks like a thoughtful monkey, cute but mysterious. I will forever remember him like this.

Creepy profound eerie stare!

One thing he said made my day. He was talking about the actor’s craft and he suddenly dropped his name. I realized I’d never before been in front of a person who actually knew him. There and then I was one degree of separation from Heath Ledger, the undoubtedly best performer of my generation, my inspiration, my love.

I quote Mr. Eckhart and I won’t say anything else, because there really is no need.

The actors that I admire would do anything at any time and in any place, that’s where I want to be. Like when I was working with Heath in Batman he did what I was afraid to do, he did what I want to do and I do do sometimes, but I didn’t a lot on that movie, which was: he was completely and utterly free. That’s what an actor does, and I looked at Heath and I was just going: that’s where I could go. I just tried to go to Heath’s level. Heath surprised us in that movie and so he achieved something that very few actors ever achieved.

Last highlight of the day was The People VS George Lucas documentary, which I had been anticipating. I grew up watching Star Wars although I was never obsessed with it, then when I’m five my brother is born and he eventually fills the household with Jedi fever.

Before the screening I still had a few spare minutes, around 45, so I sneaked in a theatre where they were showing The Promise: The Making of Darkness on the Edge of Town, a Springsteen documentary; I found myself a secluded seat in the darkness on the edge of the room and I slept through it. Sorry Bruce.

Recharged and curious it was finally time for George Lucas. The film was cute, the director was there. Nerd-o-meter jumped to the roof.

From computer to sci-fi geeks, a lot of action and compelling performances this was probably the best day of the entire Festival for me. At 8 pm, after 13 hours on the premises, I embarked on my journey back home. My body is on the underground train, my mind still in the cripples cage. Work it.

Rome Film Festival Diary - Sunday

Sunday like it’s a working day. Interesting. Early rise, but this time car drive instead of metro ride to the Auditorium, makes it feel less worky-ish already. I was in for a movie called Let me in. I found out while lining outside the theater, five minutes before the screening, that it was a horror. I gasped. Looked around for some sign that would suggest me the way. Switch to another movie? Get in?

I’m not too fond of horror movies and here’s why. There’s two categories for these type of films:

First. Very splattery and mostly aiming at you getting sick to your stomach, with blood geysers, black vomits siphoned around the screen and whatnot. Not that much horrific, just stupid, I mean what am I watching? Don’t get me wrong, one of my favorite directors is Quentin Tarantino, I got nothing against blood fountains, it just depends of what use you make of them. I once was so stupid as to agree to watch Silent Hill. Oh come on… The possessed nurses from a Lady Gaga video are supposed to be scary? The men without the heads, the big walking turkeys? What do I make of them? And don’t get me started on The Final Destination 3D. What was that even supposed to be? This guy’s interiors are splattered all over your third dimensional aura and pieces of a vehicle fly over your head, along with knives, nails, drills, snakes and shattered glasses. What is this, Disneyland? What am I, four? How in the world do adult people believe that that could be remotely scary for other adults? I won’t even go into the Saw franchise cause I’ve never seen one of those abominations and nor I plan to, ever.

Second. Dark and eerie, this type of movies plan to have you worried about the littlest swish in the room. They would like to mess with your head, but most of the times just fail miserably as even my couch can predict what’s behind that door, or around that next corner. The only good examples I have for this category are The Blair Witch Project, which I watched when I was 14 and in full hormonal swirl, and Scream, which was still predictable but nicely, ironically done. Other than that we face a full blown dullness. The Ring. What was scary about that? The dirty hair maybe. Should I be worried to answer my phone after I watch it? Yeah right.

Either way the point is these movies are not scary. They are either disgusting, in the first case, or boring, in the second.

I find a lot more adrenaline, and do get scared exponentially more (I’m really just a big chicken shit after all) by thriller movies. More so if they have a spiritual side to them. Let’s try with The Sixth Sense. Not much of an advertised scare but it slowly builds on you; sometimes even after all these years when I wake up in the middle of the night to go pee I’m afraid I’ll meet the dead lady playing with the thermostat in the hallway. Here’s another thing, I bought this cool App from iTunes that records any noise that occurs while you sleep. I have a teeth condition that I want to keep an ear on, also I’ve been told I talk a lot in my sleep and no one ever volunteered to tape me, so I decided I was going to do it myself. Anyhow, I bought the App something along the lines of 10 days ago and I have yet to use it because I’m afraid during the night it’ll pick up noises that I don’t want to ever know were whooshed in my room, like spirits talking, like in the movie.

I say if a story sticks with you for so many years and has you still a little conscious about stuff, than that was a scary story, nothing less.

Well the film I saw Sunday mostly belonged to the first category, kind of sugarcoated though, I mean just the right amount of blood was in it. It tells the story of a teenage girl vampire (not heavily made-up, greatly coiffed, super fit and sparkly) that develops a deep friendship with a troubled kid her same age. It wasn’t scary, not at all, but it was an interesting tale of friendship. Yes, the horror side of the film didn’t impress me, the relationship side did. It comes from Cloverfield’s director and it’s ok to pass a couple hours.

Which is exactly what I did. After that I was out to a bunch of press stuff. First Matt Reeves conferenced about making the movie, and being best friends with J.J. Abrams. I hate you am so happy for you.

Then walking around the Festival I saw Valeria was doing an interview show, so I went in, and ended up staying there for more than an hour.

Finally two well regarded Italian actors, Margherita Buy and Silvio Orlando, were doing a joint symposium to discuss their careers. I was curious about what they had to say, but they actually said close to nothing, except how lovely it was to work with one another. Cut the crap, I’m going home.

Rome Film Festival Diary - Saturday

I had no intention of waking up today, not at least in the spam of one-digit hours. The party for La scuola è finita went on till 3 am and that meant I had been up and running for 21 hours straight.

Just got too much of a glamorous packed day under my belt so with the new morning (afternoon really) I opted for a strictly-film streak. I started at 4 pm with The Freebie and 6 hours later I was sitting at my fourth consecutive screening. Two of them were also premieres, with cast and director attending: Made in Dagenham and Oranges and Sunshine. So I got my little share of razzle-dazzle out of it as well. The last one was an Iranian movie called Dog Sweat.

By the time the clocked ticked midnight I was out of the theatres and a little confused. That had never happened to me, but I was now roaming the dark, empty parking lot mashing up storylines from the different films, like I very much believed that that was the actual very bulky plot I had just seen. So all of a sudden a couple from Teheran decided to sleep with other people while she went on strike from a car factory and children were deported from England to Australia.

Maybe someone should look into this scenario. Just throwing it out there. Consider it a gift from me. And my deranged mind.

Possibly to blame is the fact that I ran this marathon solo. All alone.

I'm not sure about how I feel on going to the cinema by oneself. That has never happened to me outside of press screenings either now at the festival or before during year round previews. Is it somewhat nerdy? Or rather sad? Regular paying-moviegoer cinema I mean. I would think if you do that, it means you have no friends... But then again do you really need other people to enjoy a film? It's not like you can talk through it anyway...

I am personally becoming accustomed to it and I kind of actually like it. I am a solitary beast after all. I very much prefer shopping by myself for example. I feel free when I’m alone. The kind of freedom I only otherwise experience when I skip around the house naked. I would spend my birthday shopping alone, and have the time of my life. Maybe it’s fair I add going to the cinema on my own to the list of favorite fantasy birthday activities. And who knows, one day I might really do it to celebrate.

One thing is sure. I will never be satisfied with just one movie per night ever again. That splendid feeling you get when you come out of a screening and you know you will be immersing yourself in another totally different brand new world in just a while is extremely lushious. Like a big fat righteous asset you get because you’re too cool for no reason. Intoxicating!

The only downside, and this I did miss that night, is being able to discuss what you think about the movie right on the spot when it finishes, when you’re still permeated by its spell. That is most likely why journalists write reviews in the first place. Because they watch the films on their own and afterwards they need an outlet to unleash their thoughts on them. That’s my very poetic view on the matter for tonight (of course in the real world journalists get to know each other preview after preview as there’s always the same people in attendance, and thus the magic of this idea bursts)…

Chasing this train of thoughts though I had the insane idea of revamping my old review blog and starting writing Rome Film Festival pieces on it. It took me a whole day and I’m already behind on so much stuff but I am an instinct follower, what can I say. It’s in Italian and you may speak it or you may be happy to learn it through your reading, regardless, that’s where you’ll find my movie related opinions.

http://cricci-venividiscripsi.blogspot.com

I carved myself the outlet I needed, so when I do go watch a movie alone on by birthday there’s where I’ll be rambling from.

Rome Film Festival Diary - Friday

It was a busy pumpkin in Cricci Land.

Second day at the Festival started at a time which is not represented on my watch, namely 6.30. Usual hour underground ride to get there and 9 o’clock screening of John Landis’ new movie: Burke & Hare. Nothing & Special. The man himself was also there to share some of his undoubtedly fine but equally uptight sense of humor with us mortals. He was somewhat patronizing with the translator and his phone even rang during the conference. It was me calling to ask for a job. No. It was someone who got the wrong number. Swear to God. Imagine that, you dial your mom to make sure you got the right grocery list and you get a freaking Hollywood director. Still it was very unprofessional to keep the thing turned on, although he did mention he was out of it due to jet lag mayhem. He was also very crafty at making it look funny, as it was indeed kind of a smirky-ish situation. Plus he’s John Landis for Eddie Murphy’s sake, you can’t just go and overlook that. That’s to say that I’m largely still wondering if the episode, or the interview in its entirety, bothered me or not. Big questions in life.

John Landis talking to us, not the phone, on the left. John Landis taking picture of us like animals in a zoo on the right.

Day turned to night and it was time for the big “La scuola è finita” premiere. I got to meet with everybody from the crew after a year and a half and that would have been just about good enough. But the director had other plans and called the producer on the phone bequeathing him the pleasure of telling us to meet him at the top of the red carpet, because we were walking it down with the cast as a follow up to the previous day protest. Say what?! I wasn't prepared at all. When has the moment I was ever the least prepared for a red carpet been? That was precisely it!

But you know it’s a tough job and someone’s gotta do it. So we all unveiled our secret weapons and our biggest smiles and we started marching.

It was pretty fun. Nerve-racking but definitely entertaining. We were certainly not up front and personal with the engaging flash bulbs or the curious fans at the railings, whom I bet didn’t even notice we were there. But we were slowly pacing behind Valeria, donned in a dreamy moss green gown that truly belonged on the red velvety stream. And when I say Valeria I mean Valeria Golino, probably the most notable and productive Italian actress of the last two decades. She was in Rain Man, just to give you an idea. She is the sweetest, most educated, well spoken and elegant human being I’ve ever met. Totally weird from someone born in Naples, like my mom. If I were to pick one word for her it’d be grace. Graceful on the job, graceful with colleagues, graceful during lunch breaks when she would recount of that time she was being directed by Sean Penn or acting with Steve Buscemi, graceful with journalists and the public, graceful with me, whenever I meet her. I couldn’t have asked for a better debut actress-wise and she knows, I’ve told her.
So escorting her, or rather being escorted by her, in this brave new ride down the carpet was a big fat ruby cherry on top of a cupcake, with icing, and sugar, and a little chocolate chip sprinkle. Unstoppable artery clutching heart attack. That kind of sweet!

Starting the flood. Can you spot Valeria? 

Red Carpet face!

Once inside we got to our exquisite seats, couple of rows in front of the actors, one ahead of the Festival’s jury’s President (so I turned around a lot to have a look at his reactions during the screening. Some of them screamed "bored!" unfortunately), in the midst of the action, and of the clapping, and of the feeling very important for once.

I had already seen the movie the previous day so no surprises there. But it was nice to find out that the production had organized a little party afterwards. We had no choice. We danced the night away.

Festival Internazionale del Film di Roma

The first day of my first ever festival is ending. I'm riding the underground home as I write this.

And there's more to this already glorious collection of firsts. The most important and most anticipated one for a person who does my job has claimed a place in the mix, and not just any place, first, obviously!

I just came out of the press preview of "La scuola è finita", my first ever feature film. Of course you're wondering, and the answer is YES. A thousand times yes. I'm in the credits! For the first time!

And yes again, it's intense. I would have cried if someone hadn't sneaked behind my back making me feel uncomfortable. It's like you've won a little prize, though one for which no one else can compete. It's a trophy you snatch from yourself, and that's probably the greatest satisfaction!

Also in this packed day:

I watched an extremely ginormous Sam Wortington from the second closest row in this movie called Last Night. He has all the right freckles in all the right spots let me tell ya. I kind of hoped he would show up for the press conference afterwards but instead he sent forward the Brit with the grit.

While I wanted to slap her continuously on her teeth with my boot, it actually pains me to say that Kiera Knightley showed some wits, whereas, may she not be mad at me, Eva Mendes sounded like her brain was depotted and she was sent to an engineering conference. Oh she was funny, but only to herself.

I know you can't see a thing here but let's pretend you recognize Kiera and Eva in the second and third from the left respectively. Please, for me! It's my grandawesome day!!

I was in a splendid meeting with Kurosawa's Script Supervisor and AD. If you guessed anything about me and my dream job you'll know I was all over the room shushing people by dangling my disgruntled fist in front of their eyes like a Disney character.

I took part in a great protest march against financial cuts to the arts and the audiovisual market. As I'm trying to explain to the people from L.A. that I talk to, the situation here is disastrous. So disastrous the bottom of the bottle is actually above our heads.

Four thousand people walked as one on the red carpet tonight, and then sat on it for two whole hours, discussing tax credits and funds. The Kieras and Eves had to give up strutting their stuff on the parade, instead they came in from the back door and spoke about supporting the cause. That's easy to say from above your Loubs ladies!

I'm stating the obvious by saying this subject deserves its own post, so I will leave it at this for now. You guessed right, I will indeed talk politics in said post. Lower your eyebrows skeptics, that's an exception I'm willing to make for my sweet lover, Monsieur Cinemà.

Last but not least this is me in one of the happiest, most fulfilling throw onto bed ever!

Tomorrow we start it all over again at 9.00 am sharp. Alarm clock says 6.30. I say "what da---?!". Goodnight movie lovers!

Homo Deskboundensis

I’m thinking these days I’m spending an awful load of time in front of this screen, and curved on the keyboard typing. That’s why my back hurts so badly lately and I have frequent absurd headaches. I feel a little unhealthy and crumbled, but isn’t that what every 21^st century person experiences?

At the same time I cannot stop. What I am doing alongside my macbook so much is working on my PRs. I have written and replied to more than 5oo e-mails these past week. That takes time. Also I’ve been blogging a lot.

And why is that that we blog?

For me I think it is a desperate need for human interaction. I have a few great friends, but not many. I can’t be bothered with fake superficial relationships. I find blogging to kind of stand in between the two extremes, because it allows you to express yourself with an endless group of individuals - and if you’re persistent enough even get to have someone read what you’re saying - but in the end only those actually interested in your endeavors will spend their time with you. That kind of makes their attachment real and they won't be fake and superficial unless fake and superficial is what you write for them.

Also blogging is helping me to expand my horizons. I get stimulated to write on a variety of different subjects. Having entered the blogosphere pushes me and compels me to read more, and I’m discovering a whole lot of people who actually share my interests and write amazing things about them. Travelling, cooking, fashion, photography, makeup, reviews, geekish stuff, building things from scratch with your bare hands, bedjumping, funhaving.

Nevertheless I should start adjusting the time I spend in front of computers to intertwine it better with the other activities in my life that I am kind of blatantly ignoring at the moment. After all I have no intention of becoming a professional blogger and the road I have to walk through in my line of work is steep, long and dirty. So it needs my devoted attention.

Speaking of which I will go back to my books.

Thank you for visiting my blog and sharing this wonderful time of my life with me!

This post was written to the sound of Norah Jones and Amy Winehouse. Lovely.

You can now look me up on the Internet Movie Database

Yes. Because I'm on it!

I'm so overwhelmed by everything that is happening to me these days. I cannot even put it into words.

Being on IMDb is one of those things I had been looking forward to for a long time, like it would mean that I had accomplished something.

It may be a small step - and just one tini tiny movie title - but it is something I can check out from the big fat book of things do in life.

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And it feels GOOD!

This mind-blowing event provides me with a great opportunity to share with you however little knowledge I gathered from my experience.

Compromise always, prime importance in life, but never, ever settle down for less than you deserve.

Please come visit me frequently and feel right at home!

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm4108526