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AWARDS SEASON, EVERYONNNNE! YEEEAUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHH.
My favorite part is where a shadowy cabal of old Hollywood Bros get to decide which art is good, and which art is LOSERS.
In a perfect world, I think, people wouldn’t be voting on what movies are “best.” (We would just do it by worldwide gross, duh.)
Don’t get me wrong, I like Boston! I lived there for a little while.
But I swear to god, this conversation seems to happen every 3-6 months in Hollywood now:
Producer #1: So I got this script here, and it’s pretty good! Not great.
Producer #2: What’s it about?
Producer #1: Crime! And sad people. So sad, these people.
Producer #2: Let’s set it in Boston!
Producer #1: YES. Is Matt Damon Busy?
Producer #2: Yeah.
Producer #1: GET ME AN AFFLECK!




