Saturday, January 6, 2007

Going to a Blow, Go.


Well, great. That's it for me. Apparently I have to leave Toronto which is nice and unseasonably warm and fly to Vancouver where the winds just blew over a damn stadium or something.

Sucks! Those mountains are pretty, sure, but fuck, dood!

Just kidding Vancouver. I love you. Where am I from? Uh....New York, why?

Blogging will be light for the next several days as I settle into my new digs and jump head first into work work work.

Be back when I can.

Dragon Boys

One more for CBC. I probably won't be able to catch it as I fly tomorrow, but CBC's new show about Asian Gang Life in Vancouver, Dragon Boys, is getting fabulous reviews. A critical winner. So please give it some eyeballs.

Party Allah Time!

Which, by the way, is another way better ad line.

Little Mosque on The Prairie is starting to get reviews and not just hype. John Doyle gave it a happy little blurb in next Tuesday's TV picks. (not online) And Toronto's NOW Magazine weighed in with a mostly positive review, for what it's worth.

But more importantly, a friend and fellow soldier in the trenches of the industry ripped me a new one yesterday about this post for Little Mosque. She makes a lot of good points, so I'll reproduce what she wrote below:

I'm just really happy and honestly excited
for the world that every Muslim i'm aware of who's seen the show has really
loved it (including several who work at the post-production place where
they're cutting it; and the 3 intelligent men on the panel on CNN). That's
rather significant. I also feel it's funnier than Corner Gas ,
and more entertaining because it explores new, topically-hot
territory (a tonic to my chronic sitcom fatigue syndrome.)

My friend's in a unique position to judge some of these things since, for a while, she (or is it HE?) was one of them...A network person. Here's what they say about that:


Soon after 9/11 happened, i proclaimed to my colleague at [other Canadian network that is not the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation] we needed a Muslim comedy - we needed
to see Muslims with a sense of humour. i maintain(ed) that this could have
an enormous impact on Muslim/non-Muslim relations. (my colleague basically
dismissed me like i was a joke, myself...) so imagine how heartened I was
last night - just imagine, Denis! me, heartened! - when, after seeing a
series of truly funny clips from the show, the 3 intelligent Muslim men on
CNN said (laughing/smiling) that this kind of show "will have a much greater
positive effect than any think tank or interfaith counsel could ever
have..." - or words to that effect.

i live by the credo that humour can help us overcome almost anything.
so i hope this show succeeds because it would be a kind of victory for Humour.

and yes, let's hope people find it funny. trust me, if Corner Gas is funny,
Little Mosque is funny.

And then s(he) said, "Tell them, Make Jokes, Not War"

Allrighty then. Thanks for sharing.

The only worry I have, of course, is that it's nice that Muslims who see it seem to like it. But for CBC to hit with this show, it can't just appeal to that group. And if they're the only ones watching, it won't exactly strike a blow for understanding, either.

When the reviews roll in, I hope it will be given a fair shot and judged for what it is: this is not supposed to be hip stuff. It's supposed to be family comedy. Or so I gather. The messages get mixed when you mix in words like "edgy" with "family comedy."

I want to say something else here, because sometimes I get worried that I'll write something here that can be co-opted by people whom I have no truck with whatsoever: the CBC bashers. I think CBC, and CBC Management, sometimes don't make the best decisions. I sometimes question their expertise. Lord knows they do give everyone cause to do so.

I don't question, ever, the need for a CBC. Canada, a country that is, and will forever be, dominated culturally by the largest producer of cultural product the world has ever known. The nation has a fragile sense of itself at the best of times. A sparsely populated, huge land like Canada, even in the age of satellite and microwave and download and broadband, needs a strong national broadcaster to knit it together.

And since the private broadcasters in this country don't always stress their hometown bonafides as much as they should, that makes CBC even more important. It should not be a PBS North. It should not be the kind of station that shows only unpopular things that the privates can't make money on. It should be concerned, to some extent, about ratings. And it should try to get them. Just, you know...be smart about it.

I take pride in the fact that every time - how do I say this without attracting the hit aggregators that turn every web discussion that mentions this into a wasteland -- okay, how about this - every time the subject of that one country over there comes up and there's that other people living in the same kind of land that are sort of unhappy with that country and want their own stuff -- you follow my drift here, right? Anyway -- I think it's good that every time CBC News covers that, both sides complain about CBC's biased the other way. I like the fact that when I watch CBC News, it's like watching BBC News, and so much better than CNN News.

And here's my main point: I like the fact that the reason CBC is getting all this pre-press for Mosque in the first place is that it's the only network, certainly in North America, that WOULD have the guts to take a chance on this show.

That's the thing to remember. Whether the execution works, or doesn't. Whether people watch, or don't. I hope it works wonders for CBC. But if it doesn't, I hope they'll get right up on the horse and greenlight another show that's daring. And figure out if they can help execute it better.

Anyway, that's the last thing you'll hear from me about Little Mosque - -unfortunately the timing is really bad for me. I'm going to try to see the show Tuesday when it premieres, but I'm going to be neck deep in work. Please feel free to leave comments and tell me what you thought of it.

Thursday, January 4, 2007

Inspiring

From the AP:

NYC Subway Savior: Someone Had to Help

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By DEEPTI HAJELA Associated Press Writer

January 04,2007 | NEW YORK -- Wesley Autrey said he made a quick decision to jump into a subway track to rescue a stranger from an ongoing train, an act he hopes other New Yorkers would follow.


"I did it out of a split-second reaction. And if I had to do it again, I probably would," he said on CBS' "The Early Show' Thursday. "I was like, 'Wow, I got to go get this guy ... somebody's gotta save this guy but I was the closest one.

"I'm still saying I'm not a hero ... 'cause I believe all New Yorkers should get into that type of mode," the 50-year-old construction worker said. "You should do the right thing."

Autrey's phone has been ringing off the hook since he helped the man on Tuesday by pushing him into a gap between the rails. Some callers were complete strangers so inspired by his bravery that they offered rewards.

Besides appearing on several morning television shows Thursday, he was set to tape an appearance on David Letterman's CBS "Late Show" and visit City Hall to be honored by Mayor Michael Bloomberg.

In hindsight, even Autrey was somewhat startled by his dramatic decision. But knowing he narrowly escaped injury or possibly death, he didn't regret his choice.

"I did something to save someone's life," he said Wednesday.


On Tuesday, while waiting for a downtown Manhattan train, Autrey saw Cameron Hollopeter, a 19-year-old film student, suffering from some kind of medical episode. After stumbling down the platform, Hollopeter, of Littleton, Mass., fell onto the tracks with a train on its way into the station.

Autrey, traveling with his two young daughters, knew he had to do something.

"If I let him stay there by himself, he's going to be dismembered," the Navy veteran remembered thinking.

He jumped down to the tracks, a few feet below platform level, and rolled with the young man into a drainage trough -- cold, wet and more than a little unpleasant smelling -- between the rails as the southbound No. 1 train came into the 137th Street/City College station.

The train's operator saw someone on the tracks and put the emergency brakes on. Some train cars passed over Autrey and Hollopeter with only a couple of inches to spare, but neither man suffered any harm from the incident.

Hollopeter was taken to a nearby hospital; Autrey refused medical attention -- and then went to work.

Autrey went by the hospital Wednesday afternoon for a visit with Hollopeter and his family. Afterward, he and Hollopeter's father addressed reporters.

"Mr. Autrey's instinctive and unselfish act saved our son's life," Larry Hollopeter, his voice choking up, said Wednesday.

My Online Infamy

John Doyle from The Globe and Mail wrote a column today that mentioned this blog in extremely complimentary terms. For those of you surfing into Dead Things On Sticks on the back of that mention, I do write a lot about the Canadian TV industry here. The columns that seem to have stirred the most hornets recently are:


Ten Things That Would Make Canadian TV Better. With a Response from the Audience.

I'm a little bit scared about how CBC is selling Little Mosque On The Prairie. And I'm not sure their current obsession with numbers and metrics is going to get them any more hit shows.

Thoughts on an upcoming ACTRA strike.

If you're a certain type of Canadian TV person, you may find Corner Gas gives you agita.

Doyle also wrote about how a lot of students interview him about the Canadian industry. I get a bit of that, too.

I'm a mid-level writer based in Toronto. Later this week, I'm going to be leaving for Vancouver for three months to work on a show that's shooting there called Blood Ties. Blood Ties is a show based on books by Tanya Huff. It's a neat little vampire love triangle story with monsters of the week and a truly asskicking female heroine. I think it's going to be a whole heap o'fun. I'm coming in at the end of production to replace another writer, so I've got to pull up my bootstraps and just dive in.

This is exactly the kind of show that a lot of culture vultures and snobs sniff at. I can't wait. Because whatever else I do, I'm in the business of trying to make TV that people want to watch, not TV that feeds my (admittedly healthy) ego.

Oh, I also co-created a show that's going to be on CHUM stations in 2007 called Across The River To Motor City. Watch for that, would you? It would make my Mom happy.

In all seriousness, there are times when I have thought, and have heard, that blogging honestly about an industry that's broken like Canadian TV is not the way to go. I can't tell you how many of my friends and colleagues have said to me, "right on! I agree with you 100%...(beat...beat)....Please never mention my name or say that I agree with you 100%."

If you can't talk honestly, the industry can never change. I made a mild criticism of one show (actually on the way to a totally different point) and heard that one of the guys who did the show was slamming me, like, six months later. About the same paragraph. Apoplectic, off the charts pique over some really, really, really mild criticism, made from a place of wanting a show to succeed. What can you do?

Well. Now that it seems like there are people really reading this, maybe I can be a little more kind and understanding. But when the message comes from entitlement and self-importance, I can't do it. Because that kind of attitude is just killing our industry. Catch 22.

I never want to have to stand in the middle of the room at a big splashy premiere of a Canadian show again, and watch as everyone praises it, then goes out for a smoke and runs it down without mercy for being a flaming tax-dollar wasting turd.

We all deserve better, don't we?

5 Things You Don't Know About Me

Sigh. Straight from head cold to insomnia. Life, she is futzing with me.

John Rogers gave a nice shout out to me yesterday. He also did a charming little challenge (not a meme, okay...) for the blogosphere at large. Anyway. I thought I'd take the bait. One of these things is not true. Guess below, and I'll fill you in in a couple days.

  1. Of all the things I've written, I'm probably proudest of the 11'o'clock number I wrote for a spoof musical.
  2. I was a Florida voter in the 2000 U.S. Presidential Election
  3. My sister and I share a birthday, yet as adults we've never celebrated together.
  4. I have peed beside Joey Ramone, knocked over Charlton Heston, spat on Stephen Fry, and signed an autograph "Kevin Smith."
  5. I had to sit through an hour long job interview with a woman who looked just like Edith Prickley, without laughing.
Now, no cheating by guessing if you know me in RL. Otherwise, go to it.

Meantime, you should also check out Doris Egan's incredible essay on difficult characters and the importance of ambiguity in motivation. Not so long ago, I had a head-bangingly awful, drag out fight with a collaborator about this very thing.

There are still chunks out of my prodigious ass over this one. It's the hardest thing to get through to network types, and sometimes, producers. And I wish it wasn't. Because it's so often the Rubicon between creating something Good and something Great. If you won't cross this river and risk it all, then you aint doing the TV I want to watch.

Wednesday, January 3, 2007

Two New Sitcoms

Knights of Prosperity finally drops on ABC tonight at 9pm, followed by In Case of Emergency

I don't know if I'll see either, but if you do, have at it in the comments below.

I will admit to a slight man-crush on Donal Logue. Be excellent and be gone.

Well That Was Fun

...But I've still got a helluva cold.

Radio Interview went well. Started out with "some people in Toronto don't like Corner Gas" and I was all...uh oh...but the host was super-gracious, good questions, genuinely interesting...and you know what? It was neat talking to people who were obviously proud of a show shot and set in Saskatchewan. Well they should be. Corner Gas Rocks.

And here's that post that started it all, again. I keep hearing this is bouncing around Telefilm or the CTF or something. Wonderful. Boy o Boy I hope everybody's reading for context.

Tuesday, January 2, 2007

ACTRA: No Actors' Strike Yet

ACTRA returned to the bargaining table. Two more days of talks, but if there's no deal Wednesday, they'll call a strike for Monday at Midnight.

By which point I'll be in B.C. where there's another contract that doesn't lapse til the end of March.

Funny old world.

That's gonna be one good looking picket line.

CBC story is here.

Revenge of the Housebound

So one of the things about we who work from home is that we're at the mercy of other people in our concrete and glass boxes. There's a guy who lives upstairs from me who I like to call The Phantom Hammerer. He hammers sometimes, mid morning to late afternoon. It's not a steady hammering noise. Intermittent. Seemingly pointless. As annoying as possible. It's that Tom Waits song, "What's He Building in There?" writ large upon my life.

Sometimes he's joined by someone above me in another locale -- you can hear TPH most clearly in my bedroom; his accomplice (for everyone who annoys me is linked in the karma of the universe,) Johnny Drillsalot, comes through in my solarium and office. Both places I like to work.

Well, in an amazing stroke of serendipity, today both Johnny Drillsalot and The Phantom Hammerer decided to get a New Year's head start on their renos, or dismemberment projects, or homemade dental surgeries or whatever, at the same time.

But I don't care.

Because this morning, the nice man from UPS delivered my brand new Noise Cancelling Headphones, which I bought online thanks to the Christmas largesse of my sister, Trish.

So hammer and drill away, bitches. I'm golden. Thanks, sis.

Hellloooo, Saskatoooon...

Tea. It's what keeps us alive.

Fielded a call from a very nice Senior Anchor and News Producer from AM 650 in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. He wants to talk a bit about my post How Corner Gas Ruined Everything.

So if you're in the greater Saskatoon metropolitan area and near a radio, tomorrow morning, say 7:15 a.m. Give me a tune, will you? Should be a quick convo. Hopefully I'll be coherent.

That should be good for, like 100 hits. This blogging for free thing sure is awesome!

EDIT: Of course, thanks to all of us being Time's Person of the Year, and the massive power of the great series of tubes that is the innernets, you can actually apparently listen online. So that's tomorrow, January 3, 7:15 in Sask, 8:15 am ET, 5:15 Pacific, Next Thursday in NFLD.

Mosques on my Mac

Say what you want about CBC when they're doing stuff wrong -- but they are definitely doing their best to promo their new show, Little Mosque on the Prairie. There are banner ads for the show on every Canadian website I visit.

Yes, the campaign is nonsensical. (Halalarious? Are you kidding me? Why not Infidel-icious?) But they're trying. I just hope they're not getting too excited before their viewers weigh in. This is still pre-press. Remember, Studio 60 was the can't miss show of the season. Heroes, who?

Still packing, sneezing, and writing. Go about your business.

Sunday, December 31, 2006

Year End List: Fuel for Inspiration, 2006

When I sat down last year at this time, I didn't have a bad head cold. And I seem to remember being not quite as tired. I hadn't just spent a few weeks dealing with a family member's illness. And, of course, like everyone else, I'd yet to see Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears' vee jay jay.

My 2006 was very different from my 2005. I worked for multiple vendors this year, doing a bit of animation, a bit of comedy development, and a lot of rewriting. I passed a milestone -- a show I co-created was greenlit and shot, an experience that sometimes felt like passing a kidney stone. But that's the magic of show business.

I continued to learn oodles about my craft, not just from working it in the trenches, but from pros like Artful Writer and Jane Espenson and Ken Levine. 2006 was also the year that the Canadian screenwriting conversation got more interesting. Alex has been plugging along, of course -- he had his great new TV writing book out in 2006 -- it told me some stuff I knew already but forgot and stuff that I'd never even thought to consider-- but this year the Canadian side was joined by Will and Jim and I discovered a bunch of other blogs from CanTV types, like David Moses. And we managed to infect a civilian. And the next generation's going there too. Writers. You can't shut us up.

Sitting down to write a best of list can be considered a cliche right up there with posting the cat. But I soldier on for the same reason I did last year: because inspiration is precious, and it needs to be celebrated for what it it is: fuel. Wait. I said it better last year. (Damn head cold.) Okay, I'm just going to quote myself:

But amidst all that in the year, there's fuel. Fuel exists all around us; it's writing that makes you learn and writing that makes you want to write. For me, I recognize and love writing regardless of media -- it inspires me in the same way, it makes me want to work in the same way. So if I'm going to to a year-end list, by its very definition it needs to be cross-disciplinary. So then, in no particular order, here are ten written works that inspired or fueled me this year
So. Let's get going. This is, of course, in no particular order. An exhibition, not a competition. So Please. No Wagering.

1) Ten Minutes at The White House Correspondents Dinner

Okay, you've seen this picture, I'm sure. And most of you have probably seen the thing on YouTube, so I won't link to it again. I'm simply going to run a few edited excerpts below:

Madame First Lady, Mr. President, my name is Stephen Colbert and tonight it's my privilege to celebrate this president. We're not so different, he and I. We get it. We're not brainiacs on the nerd patrol. We're not members of the factinista. We go straight from the gut, right sir? That's where the truth lies, right down here in the gut. Do you know you have more nerve endings in your gut than you have in your head? You can look it up. I know some of you are going to say "I did look it up, and that's not true." That's 'cause you looked it up in a book.

Next time, look it up in your gut. I did. My gut tells me that's how our nervous system works. Every night on my show, the Colbert Report, I speak straight from the gut, OK? I give people the truth, unfiltered by rational argument. I call it the "No Fact Zone." Fox News, I hold a copyright on that term..

Now, I know there are some polls out there saying this man has a 32% approval rating. But guys like us, we don't pay attention to the polls. We know that polls are just a collection of statistics that reflect what people are thinking in "reality." And reality has a well-known liberal bias...

I stand by this man. I stand by this man because he stands for things. Not only for things, he stands on things. Things like aircraft carriers and rubble and recently flooded city squares. And that sends a strong message: that no matter what happens to America, she will always rebound -- with the most powerfully staged photo ops in the world.

The greatest thing about this man is he's steady. You know where he stands. He believes the same thing Wednesday that he believed on Monday, no matter what happened Tuesday. Events can change; this man's beliefs never will.
And on, and on, and on.

By now the story is well known. The people in the room didn't laugh. Bush looked tight-lipped and peevish. The mainstream media pronounced it a flop, and spilled all sorts of ink over Bush's lame sketch with a Bush impersonator. Then YouTube made the video a sensation.

The writers for Colbert and Daily Show are simply the finest political comedy writers working today. It takes a lot to satirize America. For most of the world, America is already so self-satirizing that it's hard to get a toehold to say anything beyond the obvious. (The French, for instance, seem to do a particularly poor job.) But when you unpack the turns of phrase in the remarks Colbert delivered that day, you see the unsheathed knife. The United States was so far through the looking glass that it took someone wrapped in the flag and form of FOX News to pierce the bubble of truthiness surrounding the woefully out of touch chief executive.

It is always thrilling, and dangerous, and courageous to speak truth to power. But the grenade Colbert threw into that room wasn't just to Bush. I think things changed that day too -- the mainstream media looked bad. They reported as they always do, but this time, the people got to see it for themselves, and they saw the bias caught out and exposed.

The rest of the year, to me, played out in ripples from Colbert's speech. When they went after Clinton on FOX News, people didn't buy it. Even those who reported Clinton as "peevish" had to be quaking, knowing that the people were going to judge it for themselves. In years to come, some measure of shame will be reserved for the media, that they didn't stand up to this President until the poll numbers told them that maybe it was Ok to do so. Colbert's incendiary satire was thrilling to behold. Months later, it still is. For all we know, it's the only time Bush has ever been criticized to his face.

2) Gnarls Barkley - "Crazy"

I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind. There was something so pleasant about that place. Even your emotions have an echo in so much space.


It's only two minutes and fifty eight seconds long. And it gets the "Hey Ya!" award. Dead people tapped along to this song. And yet at its core it's bruising, tough, and sad. But the beat.

Writers all want to be rock stars. It's just the way it is. When I sweat and toil over thirty or fifty pages, part of me wishes I could come up with just three verses and a chorus like that. The album that followed, the tour which I saw this summer -- all of the kudos they've received are well worth it. But this three minutes? Crazy.

3) Life On Mars

Most of the goodness I have to say about this series from Kudos Entertainment can be read in this post, and maybe this one, too. I have always had a secret yen for time travel stories, mainly because they're so hard to do well. From its inventive cross-pollination of the Twilight Zone and The Sweeney, to transcending the jokes about not having cellphones by Episode Two, Life On Mars was fresh, yet familiar. And sorry guys, but that's the business we're in. Every once in a while you can push the audience toward something they've never seen before. But most of the time, our job is to serve up something that feels like they understand it -- and then blow their minds with the differences. Life On Mars did that for me. And apparently, for David E. Kelley, too. Can his American version ever capture the spirit of this show? I guess that's something we have to wait til 2007 to see.

4) "My Name Is Hiro Nakamura, and I'm from the future."

And I have an enormous fucking sword. Exhibit A.

Yes, it's kind of the same idea as X-Men. No, if you're a comics geek, this is nothing really that new. Yup, the stripper mom plot is easily the least satisfying plot thread. But from the pithiness of "Save the cheerleader, save the world.." to those amazing twist endings (Future Hiro with sword was cool...Claire on the autopsy table was just...just...wow) Heroes is a perfect example of how a TV show becomes a hit when everything clicks: characters are cool, production is slick, marketing was on the ball -- with everything from Hiro's blog, to the comic book, to running those three episodes back-to-back before Ep.4 aired -- NBC knows exactly what it has, here. Note to Canadian networks: this is what popular looks like.

5) Critical Mass

I spent a lot of time on this blog yakkin on Canadian TV. It's a messed up industry to be sure. But one thing that's going to help is good print writers who tell it like it is. Canada sometimes suffers from having a very snobby culture that worries about things like The Giller Awards and The Governor General's awards -- for books that, yes, people will read -- but in fractional numbers compared to those who will watch a show on TV that's a flop. Everyone talks about Intelligence underpeforming. But even if only 250 000 people watch it a week, I'm going to guess that's a whole hell of a lot more than will ever buy Vincent Lam's Giller Winning book. (at least in Canada, and certainly in a week.)

The point is not to pooh-pooh Canada's literary scene. But with TV as the dominant art form that most people consume, you can continue to treat it as wallpaper or filler, or you can get serious about it. U.S. papers have learned this. Canada's been very late to the party.

John Doyle of the Globe and Mail is deadly serious about TV, and that's made a huge difference in the discussion of the medium in this country. His love for TV comes from a pure place -- he even wrote a book about it. His writing is trenchant and thoughtful. He's fast becoming for TV in Canada what Jay Scott was for Film. It's a shame that the Globe keeps him behind the firewall. But sometimes you can..uh...search and get around that. Shh.

Jaime J. Weinman, on the other hand, is a guy who just writes very thoughtful things about TV in general. He's got a depth of knowledge about old tv, movies, cartoons that's always entertaining and thoughtful, both on his "TV Guidance" blog on Macleans.ca, and on his own blog. It's daily reading for me, and I always learn something.

6) Team of Rivals by Doris Kearns Goodwin

Sarah Vowell was the one who first cottoned me onto one of the strange quirks of the American history geek. Everyone goes through an "obsessed with Lincoln" phase. Mine never ended.

Kearns Goodwin published this intriguing biography that I've been reading on and off for months. It's a profile of the contenders for the Republican nomination in the 1860 Presidential election. Sounds like a snore, I know. But it's not. Because, of course, that's probably the most important election in U.S. history. After a period of drift in the Presidency, a do-nothing phase that did nothing to dampen the fires that led to the Civil War, Lincoln inherits a fractious country, after a bruising nomination fight.

He's the man nobody expected, a complete compromise candidate. And all three of his challengers thought they were the better man. Now...here's the lesson for today, kids. Lincoln brought them into his cabinet: New York Senator William H. Seward became Secretary of State, Ohio Senator Salmon P. Chase went to the treasury, and Missouri State House Representative Edward Bates became Attorney General.

What follows is a fascinating portrait of a leader who was always pragmatic, and who slowly and surely won over every one of his rivals. It's a book that can teach you a lot about dealing with conflict, management, and vision. It's the kind of book that shows us just how denuded our stock of great leaders has become.

Then again, it's the kind of book that maybe, just maybe, could convince a few people to demand better. I don't care how challenging the road ahead is. America's own Civil War's got trump.

Oh, the short version: Lincoln listened to people with differing views, and let it inform his position. Imagine that.

The book's out now in paperback.

7) Battlestar Galactica's Podcasts

The show itself is great, of course. Everyone's written that already. But if you're a writer, BSG offers so very much more. Weekly Podcasts from Exec Producer and showrunner Ronald Moore discuss the writing choices regularly, while they're fresh. Often, he's watching the cut of the episode just completed, so unlike the distance that attends most commentaries, he remembers and can discuss specific choices. And he's merciless when he thinks they might have bobbled something. When was the last time you heard that on a commentary?

Then...Then... Moore went and upped the ante, by doing something that I just can't believe he did. Over the summer he posted a long, long series of three podcasts that were actual recordings of the BSG writers room, as they worked out the end of Season 2. You may still be able to get them on the Sci Fi Channel site, but you can definitely get them under Podcasts on Itunes.

The first writing room I was ever in was the first writing room I was ever in. If you're starting out now, you can get a headstart by listening to these podcasts. In fact, if you don't, you're kind of retarded.

Moore is a secret evangelist. He wants TV writing to be better, and he wants it to be more open. The guy's taken it in the neck from some crazy Sci-Fi fans, and I still fear for his wife, who seems to have waded into the online BSG community with gusto. But there's no question that as showrunners go, Ronald D. Moore is the man. He's the guy taking care of all the people coming up who want to learn how to do this. Go. Let him teach you. (This should probably be called the Joss Whedon award.)

8) Spike Lee: When the Levees Broke

I can't even say anything about this documentary. Just...it's on DVD. Go buy it. It makes me want to go back to Documentary writing.

9) Shining City by Conor McPherson

I only got down to Broadway once this year, and saw three shows. The Faith Healer was fine. The production of Sweeney Todd was everything everybody says it was, but it was this lovely, affecting little ghost story about people at a crossroads that really packed the punch. Everybody's putting it on their ten best lists of Broadway. Oliver Platt's accent may have slipped from time to time, but his grief and the long monologue he delivers is a tour-de-force. And Brian O'Byrne, for the second year in a row, delivers a tightly focused and tremendously affecting performance. (The photo at right is by the NYTimes' Sarah Krulwich.)

It's hard to describe a Conor McPherson play if you haven't seen one. Luckily, they read well. They ooze humanity, in the way that live theatre is supposed to. I probably can't say it better than Ben Brantley did in his review in the NYTimes. So I'm going to defer to the cold and just quote him:

The anguish and inadequacy with which these people approach the basic art of conversation give "Shining City" an almost unbearable air not only of poignancy but also of familiarity. At some point watching it brings to mind one of those moments when you realize that the awkward, raw-looking, unhappy person you've just glimpsed in the shop window across the street is nobody but yourself...

Like much of Mr. McPherson's work, "Shining City" is a ghost story, literally as well as otherwise. At its heart is a tale told by a widower, John (Mr. Platt), a middle-aged businessman who turns out to be the first patient of Ian (Mr. O'Byrne), who has recently left the priesthood and set up practice in downtown Dublin. John's most immediate problem — the one he does and does not want to talk about — is that he keeps seeing his wife, Mari, who died not long ago in a car crash. The sight of her has so terrified him that he has abandoned the house they shared and taken up residence in a bed and breakfast.

In these visions, he says, "her mouth is open like she was trying to. ..." The sentence trails off. What was Mari trying to say? Even when she was alive, communication between her and her husband was close to nonexistent, although he now wonders if the mere fact of her living presence wasn't as close to human connection as life allows.

John's meetings with his dead wife aren't all that different from the other encounters described and enacted in "Shining City." In Ian's conversations with the play's two other characters — his girlfriend, Neasa (Ms. Plimpton), and Laurence (Mr. Scanavino), a scruffy young father who is hard up for cash — and in his subsequent sessions with John, patterns of unheard voices, of isolation and displacement, keep repeating themselves.

In terms of construction, "Shining City" is as close to perfection as contemporary playwriting gets. As elliptical as the conversation is, there's not a word or pause that doesn't feed the work's theme or its interconnected, disconnected stories. The same is true of even small physical details, like the malfunctioning downstairs buzzer in Ian's office building, and what turns out to be the most shocking ending on Broadway. And, no, I won't say anything more about it except that Mr. McPherson has found an inspired alternative to those inadequate tools of communication called words.
Those damn words, you see. They haunt us so, because they're all we have. And they're never enough.

10) This American Life's Podcast

Because sometimes other people's words can make you forget how your own are never enough. (Available at Itunes, and at thisamericanlife.org.)

So that's it. Looking back, I'm aghast and ashamed at how little I read in 2006. I love novels, yet there wasn't one this year that knocked my socks off, which now seems like tremendously wasted opportunity. Oh well. Add that to the resolution pile.

A Happy and Safe New Year to You All. I'm going to spend the next couple of days packing, cleaning, writing, and trying to get rid of this delightful lung butter. See you in the future.

For my 2005 list, click here.

Friday, December 29, 2006

You Either Break the Story...









...or the story breaks you.



Mommy, make it stop.

St. Elsewhere Season One on DVD


Over the holidays, I've managed to finally dip into my DVD set for St. Elsewhere, which I got a few weeks back.

The set contains all 22 episodes for the 1982 season, with commentaries from Mark Tinker on some, and a couple of featurettes. 1078 minutes total program content. (Yes, chickens, shows were longer in the olden days. We'll get to that.)

I approached this with some trepidation. St. Elsewhere isn't just a show -- to a lot of TV writers working today it can almost seem like the Rosetta Stone.

St. Elsewhere was the show that Joshua Brand and John Falsey created before Northern Exposure. It was Tom Fontana's big break. Bruce Paltrow produced it, back when he was a big TV producer, and not just Gwyneth's late dad. 15 Emmy Awards, and over 60 nominations during its six year run.

It mixed realistic (for the time) medical conditions with social commentary, with character, and with offbeat humor in a formula that was completely new for network TV, which had become calcified into restrictive, unbending 1970's dramas. (To compare: the only other medical drama that was on at the time was Trapper John, M.D. Go, try to watch an episode of that today, see if you get through it.)

In short, this was a show where a group of talented people cast off the soap opera pretensions and general dopiness of 70's TV and started blazing the trail to The Sopranos.

But then again, we said that about Hill Street Blues, too, and when you watch the early episodes of that show, they just don't hold up. Too much has changed in policing, in our culture, in...everything. Hill Street seems, sadly, like a relic.

I'm happy to report that St. Elsewhere fares a lot better. There are still dated elements that clang every once in a while, but there's plenty to enjoy from a story and a character point of view. And if you were a fan of the early years of E.R., you'll be blown away by how much the latter show owes to the former. For one thing, Anthony Edwards and Noah Wyle need to send David Morse a fruit basket.

David Morse, of course, was the centrepiece of a strong ensemble cast which included Denzel Washington (in a smaller part than his placement on the DVD box suggests -- naughty, naughty marketers) Howie Mandel, pre-game show bald, Ed Flanders, and Ed Begley, Jr. to name a few.

David Morse also apparently did this series when he was twelve. Oi. He looks young.

I tend to watch older TV shows with a historical eye, trying to see where the lessons for what we do came from and seeing if, perhaps, we missed some things along the way.

With St. Elsewhere, looking back, I have to say that a lot of the revolutionary things about it now seem directorial instead of writerly. The "hand-offs," as Tinker calls them, where you'd be in one plot, a character would walk by and you'd follow them to another plot -- that seems natural today, but back then it was a big deal. Although I guess scripting them to be that way would seem a bit bold. St. Elsewhere doesn't have E.R.'s ever-moving steadicam, which makes the handheld work all the more impressive: long takes following people onto elevators and off, long runs of dialogue make for a fluid, faster-paced show than just about anything else you saw at the time.

Which is not to say that St. Elsewhere looks modern. It doesn't. And the sniggers go beyond the sartorial quirks, like, "did everyone wear glasses the size of satellite dishes?"

There's a bad synth quality to the score that's unfortunate. They didn't have the money to license songs back in the day (though they were forward thinking in trying) so they had a guy do sound alikes. Well, on this set, even the soundalikes have been stripped out and replaced by soundalikes of the soundalikes, which are pretty awful.

The other thing that's sociologically interesting is seeing the change in acting styles. The less said about David Birney, the better. The guy walks through every scene looking like he's waiting for Marcus Welby to drop by. But even Morse, in the pilot, has a scene that I remember being very emotionally affecting back in the day, which now seems like scenery chewing. It's not a bad performance -- it's just a performance from another time, when the demands of TV were different.

Coming out of the 1970s, TV's main acting influence, it seems, was still soapy. And when scenes called for emotional, everyone went big. Compare Morse's recent run on House to his work here and you'll see what I mean. The one exception is Ed Flanders -- always understated, always sad-eyed.

It sounds like I'm ragging -- but I'm not. Let's be clear: the advantages of this set massively outweigh the disavantages. The Cora & Arnie episode is still as great as I remember. This is an episode which -- unheard of for the time -- actually did a plot about the Homeless. Doris Roberts and James Coco both won Emmys, and their performances are stellar. It's wonderful to see Roberts do drama like that again. (And hilarious to listen to her self-promotion on the commentary track. What. An. Actor.)

You also get to see what, in his words, is Tim Robbins' first onscreen appearance, playing a "terrorist." Lay aside for a moment the sense of queasy dislocation you get hearing that word thrown around about a spoiled rich kid who set off a bomb in a bank. Robbins is good as a young punk. You can see his charisma, you can see the beginnings of the talent he would later bring to bear -- but he's still way unformed. Between the commentaries and a small featurette on Robbins, you get to hear differing interpretations of how green he was and what that meant to the set. (Let's just say it involves a Clash concert.)

The episodes tackle stories that put them way ahead of the curve, like addressing the spiralling costs and limitations of the U.S. healthcare system. But the stories, again, sometimes drag. I found myself wondering, simultaneously, what could we do with that extra seven minutes today, and marveling on how, even in a quality show like this -- how little the audience was trusted to put two and two together. I guess Steven Johnson was right about how TV has gradually made us smarter. (No, I still haven't read the book. I'm getting to it.)

In the past few years, St. Elsewhere has become mainly known for its mindblowing ending. (And some scary, scary internet fans have gone to town and taken that to a scary place.) But it's nice to see the show again. I enjoyed my stay at St. Eligius. Skip the spoonful of sugar. This medicine goes down just fine on its own.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

My Boys

Everyone I know is sipping eggnog and playing with edible body paint or watching DVDs or something. I am indeed feeling sorry for myself having to work. I never worked in this week when I had a job. But now...

I know. I know. You don't care. Nor should you. Yes. I'm complaining about having work. It's bad form.

Bite me.

So, TV. Thanks to a l'il TBS mini-marathon this week, I've finally gotten the chance to see My Boys. I tuned in mainly because of the incandescent Jim Gaffigan, of course. But the lead, Jordana Spiro, was apparently a big deal in that Must Love Dogs movie. I will take this as read since, of course, I've never seen the movie. Because I have a penis.

Spiro plays, in a nice twist, the real male fantasy woman:

The sexy, sports-loving tomboy who gets along (for the most part) better with men than women, and who has a gaggle of male friends to prove it.

Just to drive the point home, they take it to a ridiculous extreme: she's a sports reporter for the Chicago Sun-Times.

I know.

If Sex in the City was a female fantasy (and ladies, it was: it was your world as filtered through the sensibilities of gay men, though I'd argue the show became much more interesting in its later seasons when a group of very talented female writers took over), then My Boys is the straight male version. The guys are allowed to be guys, and care about guy stuff, and lo and behold, the centre of the piece is a woman who thinks vaguely the same way -- the kind of woman who maybe you would have as your best man -- and who would understand you wanting to hang with your friends every once in a while; but who's also female enough to set you straight and not judge your ex-fiancee just because that woman who liked to wear a Ramones shirt at 23 turned out different at 30.

Reviews have been good to middling, with Virginia Heffernan's NY Times damn-with-faint-praise take being pretty representative of the bunch:

Her posse of buddies — a ragtag gang that includes her brother and a bunch of other dudes — surround her without hitting on her, which seems at first implausible, but makes sense as her persona emerges as a mix of sisterly, collegial and abrasive.

There seem at first no pitfalls to this guy-friendly act. Isn’t this the kind of easygoing bonhomie that young men always say they want from women? No makeup, no pressure, just insults, beer, nights of poker, sports talk?

The show goes with that hypothesis only so far. On tonight’s episode, P J, after serious scheming, finds herself in bed with Bobby (Kyle Howard), another sports writer. She comes on strong, to say the least, and clearly doesn’t understand even the most elementary push-pull of seduction. Her odd behavior is almost startling — but she takes Bobby’s unease as evidence only that he has problems, and concludes that the whole world of dating is just badly rigged.

As she puts it in voice-over, speaking of sports: “Can you imagine what it would be like if the foul line was always moving? Or if sometime it was two strikes and you’re out?”

And then she wraps up, “If you’ve ever tried to date someone, you probably can.”

At this point, her character — a woman who is intrinsically rule-bound and who prefers well-built games to emotional improvisation — comes into sharp focus. Her boyish swaggering seems to reflect almost a cognitive impairment. But that impairment is absorbing, even attractive. P J may yet be a terrific character, and “My Boys” is certainly a charming knockoff.


See? Spiro's character doesn't get it and can't review emotional cues, so therefore it's a cognitive impairment. Because, you know...women's emotional intelligence never steers them wrong, ever, dude.

Sex in the City was based around the trope of Carrie discovering some sociological quirk and detailing it in her column. The quirk was usually external -- Women making sense of "the city" around them. That struck a chord with its audience.

What's nice about My Boys is that it's a more classic setup; it's internal and intrapersonal conflict at play - P.J. is wrong more than she's right, and most of the problems come from within the dynamic of the friendships, or the neurotic nature of P.J. herself (which, in itself, is a more male comedy trope than female. The neurotic male usually gets to be lovable. The neurotic female is usually portrayed in unflattering terms.) This gender reversal is actually what makes My Boys fresh.

But just like a lot of women don't like/get/trust women who have more guy friends than girls, I think you'll probably continue to see a lot of dismissal of My Boys by women who prefer, say, the documentary-like portrayal of relationships on Grey's Anatomy.

In the end, the show's as much a ripoff of Friends as SitC, and therefore, by my TV math, it's not really a ripoff of either.

And just to go a little further through the looking glass? Sex in the City, which gave women their voice, was brought to TV by a gay man, Darren Star. My Boys' creator is Betsy Thomas.

Take that, easy categorizing stereotypes!


What My Boys is, is well written and familiar, peopled with a truly likable cast of characters (would that anyone on The Class was this likable.) And it's a little shaggy, too.

Not everything works.

The Sex-In-The-City/Grey's Anatomy voiceover thing needs to be taken out behind the building and given the Old Yeller. But considering the fact that TBS is new to the original programming game, this is a pretty impressive first entry. Considering that there are so few great sitcoms right now, you could do a whole lot worse than spend time with My Boys. It's a solid base hit. A double, with a good chance of stealing third down the line.

(Part of the reason I crashed together this review today when I should be doing something else is that the last two eps in Season 1 run tonight at 10pm on TBS. Give it a look and let me know what you think.)

Reprint: The Importance of Knowing Your Franchise

Originally published April 17, 2006.

Last week I was in a room for a series that's plotting out its second season. What amazed me, off the top, was how clearly they knew their characters and franchise -- what stories worked, what it was about, how to complicate the plots, etc.

This show was a comedy. I flip back and forth in my career between comedy and drama. (I meant in the shows I write, but now that I think about it, that phrase could actually just as cleanly refer to the actual state of my career.)

The first lesson I took out of the room was this: how to use coincidence.

One of the notes you're going to get from execs all the time in Canada (maybe everywhere) is isn't that coincidental?

If you go through comedy, you're going to find a lot of coincidence. It's one of the shorthands you simply need to make plots work. And out of the discussions in this room came what I call the coincidence rule: In comedy, coincidence can always kick off a plot. It can sometimes complicate a plot. But it can never provide the solution to a plot.

If you employ coincidence as your solution, you're going to leave the audience unsatisfied -- and it's going to smack of deus ex machina -- which hasn't worked too well since the Greeks leaned on it so heavily back in the day.

The temptation to use coincidence to solve your problem can be strong. Because on first blush, it seems like a great, neat, all items tied in a bow thing. I give you Escape: The Pina Colada Song. Go. Google the lyrics. I'll wait. Now, that seems tied up nice and neat, doesn't it? But really, admit it, deep down in your bones, doesn't it suck? Just a bit? It's glib and trite, isn't it?

To put it another way:

Frasier and Niles can run into their fencing instructor who terrorized them as children in Cafe Nervosa. That's a coincidence, but it's doable. The Fencing instructor can be married to the woman who runs the publishing house where Frasier's trying to get a book published. That's fine. But Niles can't come in at the end of an episode where he's been challenged to a duel and say it's no problem because he just happened to run into their old fencing instructor, and he told Niles what he and Frasier have been doing wrong in their fencing technique all these years, so now Niles has the confidence to win the duel. Or...even better -- the fencing instructor will stand in for him in the duel.

That would suck. But...if the fencing instructor shows up and finds out that Niles' opponent has engaged a second, and the second is the Fencing Instructor's Fencing Instructor -- well...that's not solving the problem, it's a big coincidence -- but it still plays. See? Because the solution is what comes next, and involves Frasier and Niles getting out of the mess they've gotten into.

As I said, this is comedy. I think Drama is a lot less tolerant of coincidence. Even if you pile tons of them on top of each other and pretend like you're making it all a deep allegory. (Yes, Best Picture 2005, I'm looking at you.)

The other thing that I learned in this room is that there's two ways to come up with a plot. Because I'm a drama writer, too -- I tend to try to come up with a workable structure and story and then try to make it funny. That can sometimes work, especially in comedy/drama hybrids.

Far more effective, however, is to try to come up with plots and situations that are inherently funny in and of themselves. Story funny. That way, you're not working hard to hang jokes on a plot -- you're laughing because the situation or dilemna your characters are in is funny even before you come up with dialogue. Again, sounds simple... in practice, sometimes, not so much.

What doing it this way also gives you is it probably makes you aware of mining that which is unique about your franchise. This is a drama example, but I thought the nadir of the post-Aaron Sorkin West Wing era was the episode where "there's a bomb in the White House..." just because I'd seen that plot on E.R., or any other John Wells show. If the plot you're working could graft just as easily into any other show, you're probably going to have to work really hard to make it funny/interesting, and about your characters.

When you're trying to come up with a new show, or even a unique spec idea for an existing show, it really helps to try and come up with the thing that could only happen to your characters, or someone in their specific situation. That is your franchise.

And if you figure that out quickly, you can save a lot of heartache.

Finally, one other thing I learned, or at least heard said very well, last week. This was said at the University class I spoke to by one of my fellow panelists, a successful Canadian animation, children's, and comedy TV writer. On the subject of having your characters change and grow:

"Comedy characters can't grow the same way characters in a drama can..the kind of growth a character on a comedy will go through in five or six years is about the same as one season of Desperate Housewives or Grey's Anatomy."

Like I said, I'm aware of that sentiment, and have had painful meetings where I tried to explain it to people who were hell-bent on killing the comedy by having the character "learn something," but I just think that's a very elegant way to lay it out.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

I Still Say it Was the Wolverines

My paranoid friends insist that he covered up JFK's assassination as part of the Warren Commission. But to me he will go down as the doddering guy who was the first President I ever saw lampooned on SNL, and the first President I ever saw who got beat in the election.

I didn't even know, back in that bicentennial year, that that could actually happen. Maybe I was a child autocrat or something.

But hey, it was Florida. I was young.

So long Gerry. Hope you were wearing your helmet.

More Labour Pains

Further to the post directly below, commenter Caroline made a lot of good points below. So I'm exercising Executive Privilege and promoting them to post-status.

See what I did there? Got a day's free content? Hey, this broadcasting thing is easy!

Caroline writes:

I think the producers are pushing back because they're getting squeezed harder than ever before by the broadcasters, who won't put up full budget and most are looking to recoup their investment in first profit position in order to greenlight a show. And because the broadcast landscape has centralized so much here, producers are forced to make bad deals and cut corners. I think your point about companies who got fat on service work is valid, but maybe 40% of companies did foreign service work so it isn't fair to tar and feather them all as fat cats.

I sympathize with ACTRA but have also found first-hand that their negotiators are less than, well, flexible, and if you want to be treated like a partner you'd better treat others that way, too. I've always found that the compromise position with everyone feeling they gave a little is the best course, but they won't give. I also figured that a small piece of any pie is bigger than none and again, that argument didn't fly with ACTRA.

I've worked on treaty co-pros where we made up our points on everything but actors and never hired an ACTRA performer in the production.

For a long time, I think all the unions have been at cross purposes. If they spent more time working together to lobby, they would be more effective as a whole, not just with the CFTPA/AFTPQ, but also in raising their concerns to higher planes like the CRTC.

And for the record, I've been following the press release chain on the negotiations this round and all sides have conducted themselves shamefully.



I can't really quibble with any of those points. So I won't. No quibbler, I.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Labour Pains

It's amazing how, after a while, when you have to read lots of outlines in a row, everything seems to become boring or unoriginal, even when it's not.

This flattening of experience and judgement really makes me both feel for and fear Network executives and Readers who have to do this stuff all the time. It makes me think that the critical disease -- where something, anything that's different stands out, sometimes undeservedly, is one of the greatest problems facing continued storytelling in this medium. Between out there and one-in-a-million and Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt, there's a huge middle ground of solid, interesting stories that might be getting hosed just cause, you know, we've all read too much of this stuff in one sitting.

It's also humble-making, because I'm reminded again that no matter how good a teleplay or an outline may be, it's still just a blueprint, not a whole work. It's important to keep that top of mind, always.

Anyway, I was all set to hiatus for a bit more. There's the list of the next three topics I want to blog about all on sticky-note -- and this post isn't one of them. But suddenly the call I thought I had got pushed, and I've got a bit of time, and a commenter below asked a really interesting question in regards to my post on the looming possibility of a Canadian actors' strike:
The offer, according to other sources was actually 1/2/1, same as agreed to with the WGC, albeit with a year freeze on 10 out of 10 drama (which I guess would make it 0/1/2). Two questions: as a writer, would you be willing to take less of a raise than the performers? And working on a 10/10 show, would a freeze help spur more Canadian drama?
This is the problem with Canadian TV. Eventually it always comes to this -- arguing over formulas and arcana. It's our version over the endless, useless, fruitless fight over the possessory credit in the WGA.

I happen to think that the last contract for the WGC was a pretty good one, not stellar, but certainly okay to good. Most other WGC members agree with me, since it passed by a wide approval margin. Also, the thing to keep in mind was that the main issue for writers in Canada in the last negotiation wasn't necessarily wages. MOW wages got a bigger bump, and more insurance contributions, and that's great. But one of the main things we were going for was one unified agreement between the two producer's unions in Canada -- the CFTPA and APFTQ (which covers Quebec.) It was a pain in the ass, and it delayed the agreement, but it went through.

Why is that important? Well, ask the actors. They've got multiple agreements right now. The B.C. performer's union doesn't expire until March 31. That has implications for films that might have filmed elsewhere in Canada. So long as they can get them lensed by the end of March, suddenly Vancouver looks way better than Toronto right now.

The WGC also got all animation writers covered, and we got the producers to agree to WGC jurisdiction over things like webisodes, mobisodes, blah blah blah.

That's part of what ACTRA's fighting for. I'm going to lay aside the "I heard through sources" since I'm just going with what was reported. But to your first question:

as a writer, would you be willing to take less of a raise than the performers?
This is my opinion only, but I'd give that a qualified yes. Why? Well, honestly? I think if you can write, you're actually already further ahead than most actors. I think you also probably have a longer average career.

There are way more actors than writers, and way, way, way, way less of them are going to be working at any one time. As much as we complain about their outrageous and borderline personalities and insatiable egos, I do sometimes think that the average actor gets a rawer deal than the average writer. I feel sorry for them when they come in and audition. It's hard. And so few of them make any money doing it. And every time they do something, it's up there forever and they have the burden of being typecast.

On the other hand, having the actors set the agenda for the industry isn't necessarily the best strategy either. You hint a bit at that in your second question, which I'll get to in a minute. But I tend to look at it in terms of writers vs. the crew unions.

NABET/CEP and IATSE have been at war in Canada for the last few years, fighting over turf on shoots. And for the longest time, their crew agreements were tailored to the service productions that came up from the USA. Most of the crew agreements really spoke to those kinds of shows. The WGC members, who were locked out of that kind of work, were kind of lone-ily talking about the domestic industry, and getting drowned out because there were way more people working crew (or acting) than writing.

Writers were the canary in the coalmine for the downturn in the Canadian business. We got kicked first. Things sucked for us way before they dried up for the actors and the crew people. So, you know, it shouldn't be surprising that our issues as writers are a little different. We're playing a different game.
And working on a 10/10 show, would a freeze help spur more Canadian drama?
Again. My opinion only, your mileage may vary. I doubt it would do so on its own. There is a way that the Producers' have a point here, though. If you can't raise all your money domestically (which you can't) then you have to have something to deal with. And one of those things you might have some leverage on is casting an American star (or British, point is, a "name.") If you could do that, and still be 10/10, then maybe you could raise that last bit of money. I have sympathy to that position, which is something ACTRA is dead set against. I'm not sure ACTRA is totally realistic on that point.

Then again -- there are lots of sleazy dodges that the producers have pulled on writers, too. One of the reasons why we have a dearth of Canadian showrunners is because there was a fast and loose push to "certify" a lot of American guys who'd fly in and be the top Exec on a show here. They'd use courtesy credits to back door in on a 10/10 show and the real decisionmaking power wouldn't be in the Canadians' hands.

Or what about all those shows a few years ago that were shot in Toronto, but had their writing rooms in L.A., employing L.A. based writers with Canadian passports? That flouted the spirit of the agreement, but it was pretty commonplace. Labour is Labour and Management is Management, and traditionally, the adversarial system does tend to go to the "if they give a centimetre, they take a kilometre." (We're in Canada. We're metric. Deal.)

I think probably it would be good to help out the producers a little. I believe them when they say they need a bit more flexibility with casting if they're going to sell the project abroad.

Just don't give away the store.

But none of that has to do with the fact that the Producers have, for some reason, decided that they're going to go in ultra hard line and not give away anything to the actors this round, because their business is so hard. Well, it is hard. But then again, where were they when they were growin fat off all those service jobs in the 80's and 90's?

Suddenly they woke up and decided that TV is hard. And they want everyone else to pay. Well, you know what? You guys are the producers. Produce. Sweat a little.

No one's going to get anywhere in this country by screwing a group who's supposed to, ultimately, be your partner. See: CBC Lockout, Employees, Ratings, One Year Later...