This blog was originally going to be subtitled, "or, a few more thoughts on last night's DGA awards," but I couldn't wrap my head around what I wanted to say about how inspiring it was to be in a room full of captains who are in it for more than just seeing their pretty faces on screen, who have to stick with the dream of bringing the vision to life through many painful stages, and how I suddenly wanted to join their club. As it happens, yesterday's news becomes two days ago's news.
In the meantime you have spent the day at the pool at the Beverly Hilton waiting for Oscar nominees to finish an expensive lunch and take a group picture (they actually call it a "class picture") so that your modest entertainment news outlet can interview them.
The day passes by without much to note. Just jokes on how the only way things could go worse than last week is if Danny Boyle actually falls in the pool (our set up was close enough so that this was a possibility).
When in fact, nothing so drastic actually happens. But your crew does interview Robert Downey, Jr. right off the bat. And as he gratuitously gives an example of an actor shifting personalities on camera, he questions the sound mixer about what animal could be in the bush next to him/her that fascinates him/her so much and then calls him/her a bitch. The display takes everyone by surprise. Then he does it again. This time it's more brutal. You can't tell if he's trying to be funny, if it's the sardonic asshole come out to play, or if he just doesn't care. I guess that's why we love him so much.(?)
Could this life be what I dreamed was out there in that near decade sitting behind desks after college?
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