What a fickle business. I mean, you put in all this hard work, and all you get credit for is the Jussie Smollet fiasco on "Empire." What about Take the Lead? What is that, chopped liver? What, is it chopped liver? ...where should the comma go on that one, anyway? I should look into that.
Ah, dancing. Even though I'm a hardline ZPG type, who can't resist the thrill of dancing? The ultimate dance movie is probably Dirty Dancing, or maybe All That Jazz. For some, even in mine own household, Bob Fosse is dance. I mean, even though he surely had a teacher when he was growing up? But one gets older, and tastes change / evolve. You fall in love with Dirty Dancing, but end up marrying Shall We Dance. Same old story. And speaking of the same old story, a teacher believing in a group of hopeless inner city kids is a little cliché... unless it's based on a true story! Then the sky's the limit. Well, that's Take the Lead for you. Also, the key to directing television is finding a good pun to use as the episode title. Of Dianne Houston's body of work, the one that jumps out at me the most would have to be an episode of "NYPD Blue" called "Humpty Dumped." Classic. Apparently, Runaway Island went to the big screen; alas, it wasn't the runaway hit that everyone hoped it would be, so back to the TV ghetto. It's not all bad! That silver screen arena's a little more cutthroat, especially these days. Sure, directing TV is a hell hole, but remember: you know where you stand in a hellhole. Folks lend a hand in a hell hole! Girl, get me back to my...
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