Too much?

Top end pay for an A-list movie star is one fat check. Jim Carrey banks nearly 25 million for a major studio flick. Yes the man is funny, but a recent articles asks are he and his cohorts worth it?

Here’s my thinking on actors, movie stars or otherwise: they are monkeys. Some look better in makeup or tights, some have bigger portfolios, but scratch away the nose job and the Versace and it’s usually an average person with a personality deficit in an extraordinary situation. Anyone can be an actor; there’s very little intrinsic skill necessary. Doubt this assertion? Make a beeline around 7AM for a train station and watch people wait for a NYC inbound. Misery — and other words — comes to mind, and oh there’s plenty more on their faces. Yet each one of those people piles on the train five days a week, goes to work, and convinces their boss they love the gig. Because if they miss that mark, it’s a long walk back to Jersey. And it smells bad.

Considering most people run this ruse for thirty or forty years without a hitch, I ask again, do stars have better game than the average commuter? When it’s a matter of surrvival, most everyone has the “gift”. The only difference with a professional “actor” is they might play more than one role in their lifetime. Or not. Read: Geena Davis.

New stuff

Returned to a Time For Dying, a situation based thriller. Nearly two months passed since my last read through of the 30 odd pages.

I remember wondering when I put the pages aside to finish up the novel edits, “Maybe some dialog tracts could be converted into narrative. Hmm. What would that read like?” And then after three sessions staring at the manuscript and little more change than a few paragraphs in a different order, I thought, “How the hell would I do that?” Now my question is, “Why the hell did I want that?”

In a major break with my approach to the last project, I decided to let this baby roll and avoid bothering with fine details. Let’s just see what direction more of the same heads. This story doesn’t want to be force fit into a form I’m more comfortable working with. That’s about all I do know for certain. I’m going to tackle it headlong, and should I get stuck, I’ll improvise. Fuck the rest. If I want stress on my free time, I can go to work an hour early.