Movie Making

Making a movie is serious business. There are so many little things that go into it that people are not aware of. You have to come up with an idea, write a script, bitch with your coproducer for weeks about the script. Change the script some twelve times. Revise the script seven more times after that. Bitch some more. Find the actors. After your first cast bails on you, find new actors. Get Drunk. Rewrite the script; the idea was dumb anyways. Come up with equipment for the shoot. Reshoot after realizing your lack 0f knowledge and preparation of the equipment put a big stupid watermark over all your footage and an annoyingly high pitched beep over the audio track. Get drunk. Clean up the mess from last night's drunken swaree (a mustard throwing fight may sound like a good idea, but seldom is.) Fuck it, we're not really doing anything, let's go get drunk again... At the Mexican club. Who the fuck is this Anel girl in my bed? Who the hell calls their kid Anal? Get back to work! You've got a deadline. Skip class. Go to work. Do the dishes. Fuck it, we'll just buy disposable. Watch a movie. Get inspired. Get back to work! Call the actors. Get them ready (Thrift Mart!) Your coproducer's A.D.D. is seriously colliding with the production of this film and generally pissing your A.D.D. off. Get drunk. Look for music for your movie. Should we worry about plagiarism? Where's my left shoe? Begin the editing process. Bitch with your coproducer about the editing process. Get drunk. I Can't Believe It's Not Butter! Whatch an incredibly bad Mexploitation, straight-to-video-released movie. Write a blog. Finalize the movie. Give it a title. Fantasize about all the cool things you're gonna get when you're rich, and what hot actresses you're gonna sleep with. Realize you're not willing to share Tina Fey. Bitch with your coproducer about it. Make a list. Come up with a complex set of rules for the picks on the list. You did it! You finished your film and nobody important got hurt... you know it... Get drunk!

What to watch

What do we watch? What is worth watching? Who makes that decision?
Who is in charge of picking the stories that will be showing up on our theaters and television screens? Because he's not doing a very good job.
Today was a lazy day for me, as are most of my Sundays. I woke up late, a desperate attempt at recovery from the head aching result of last night's happenings. After a long hot shower and a thorough tooth brush, I hit the movies.
What a great time to go to the theater. It's Sunday afternoon, the air outside is cool, there's nothing on television, and I don't have a girlfriend. Life couldn't be better.
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Have you heard of it? Have you seen it? Let me tell you, It's the shi_
Hands down the best movie I have seen in quite a long time. The suspense was there. There was a solid story to follow, great characters with real feelings, and lives you can actually care for. That plus the strange curiosity to see what Brad Pitt will look like at the age of 90. And yes, he's still cooler than you'll ever be.
It was hard for me not to spill out in a loud roar of tears at at least seven points during the movie. I mean, if I may make a suggestion, this is a movie you want to watch at home and in the company of nobody but you and your favorite blanket. This way you can cry your lungs out without the fear of public humiliation. Plus it's just not very comfortable to cry in front of potential mates.
Now, I know what you're saying. "Wednesday, you're just gay and can't handle your shi_"
Well, let me tell you... Fuc_ off.
So what is the purpose of this posting? The point is coming, don't worry. After the movies and the diner and the looking around the mall, and all that, it being a Sunday afternoon, there was nothing else to do but go home and, you guessed it, play ping pong.
After being humiliated multiple times by my virtuoso fourteen year old brother, I chose to instead watch a movie.
Wanted. Have you heard of it? Have you seen it? Don't.
This skewed copy of the Matrix is not worth the box that it's packaged in. The best part of this movie was previews.
So my question is:
What kind of super executive CEO, sitting in his multimillion dollar office overseeing the skyscrapers of New York or the ever expanding city plan of Los Angeles, smokes enough crack to allow for the funding of productions like Wanted?
As I understand it, it is not a cheap endeavor, making a movie, so wouln't you want to spend all those millions on a movie that is actually good and doesn't suck?
But that's just me.