The Chilean miners in Hollywood makes me sick.
My education on Hollywood is beginning to plateau. It’s been a steep learning curve since I’ve been out here–how does “the industry” work, what are the different possible paths to success, where do I want to fit into the puzzle? After a year and a half, I finally feel like I have a grasp on this whole crazy circus. And it kinda makes me sick.
It started with watching the Golden Globes. For the first time ever, the stars were removed from my eyes. I saw the ceremony for what it was: a mutual admiration society that’s about box office, not art. This makes me feel rather dejected, as watching the awards ceremonies has always been a favorite pastime of mine. I guess living here, seeing behind the velvet curtain to how it all really goes down, removes some of the glitter.
Then I was listening to an interview on NPR with the lawyer who’s representing the Chilean miners who were stuck underground for all those months. He said something like how they were sticking together to sell their life rights, with the hope of selling to the highest bidder who could on to create the most mileage out of the story–movies, television shows, video games, etc. Video games?! The turnaround time from when an event goes down to when it’s regurgitated to us in the form of some entertainment has shrunk so much it’s impossible to hold anyone’s attention. It’s futile to even try and capture the imagination of the people. They’ll be satiated for a nanosecond, until the next Jersey Shore gang of caricatures comes along.
I don’t know what to do with these feelings. They’re freaking me out. Working in this business is what I’ve had my eye for as long as I can remember….but now it’s just wearing me out.
I think I need to go on a trip. Or spend some time in nature. Better yet, I’ll get back to some art that meaningful and lasting.
Time to pick up the novel.