I used to think it didn't matter what kind of person you are -- as long as you're able to consistently make creative and interesting choices. If you make enough good choices, people will enjoy your movies, and zip, bang, pow, you've got a career.
But there's another side to Hollywood, particularly for a director. The people side. No kidding -- a great director is the type of person who can unify hundreds of people on a crew under his-or-her "vision", and then, further, can actually sell his-or-her "vision" to the suits. That's really the first step, because no matter how creative or interesting your choices, you've gotta get shit done, and to do that, you've gotta get ears. Lots and lots of ears, all tuned and in agreement with every word that drops out your mouth. Without ears, you don't make a movie.
And remember, always remember, there are thousands of other kids waiting in line right behind you, waiting for you to fail so they can whip out the big grin and lay on the charisma and get all the ears YOU wanted to get, and then they're getting shit done and making movies and you're laid out in your apartment stoned watching Whose Line reruns at two in the afternoon on a motherfuckin' Wednesday.
So maybe it doesn't matter how talented or smart or creative you are, if you can't get ears. People have gotta listen to you. Respect you. Take you seriously. And you gotta win those ears and win them over fast, or you're Farrah Fawcett.
But hey, at least I can write. Right?
In other news I just won "most morbid blog post reference" for the second month in a row! Score.
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