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Edited on Fri Jan-13-06 06:43 PM by CanuckAmok
Jesus H Christ on a bagel, how often do I have to do this bullshit negociation dance, every time I get called-up to do a show.
It's not as if I'm Callista Freakin' Flockhart. Wait... bad example. It's not as if I'm Sarah Jessica Freakin' Parker. I'm not looking for some seven figure deal or anything.
No, I'm a crew member. All I want is a living wage, for the extremely demanding and highly-skilled work I do.
But, no. Every goddamned week, I have to exchange emails or phnonecalls with some "producer", who invariably is working on some fantastic new, revolutionary project for some faceless multi-billion dollar network.
And this producer invariably says "we're on a real shoestring budget...I can't afford to match scale."
And you've somehow successfully convinced my union that you're one payment away from having to live in an abandoned refrigerator down on the pier, and they've actually agreed to give you a "low-budget deferral" and 35% (or more) below scale.
And, of course, you don't expect the crew to work 35% less, for that rate. Oh, no. You actually need us to work 35% (or more) HARDER, because you "can't afford" the daily equipment rentals required to shoot, so we have to shoot a 30 thirty day schedule in 20 days. That means longer days. Thjat means working faster, usualy with a crew not quite large enough to do things as safely as they could be done. That means people get hurt.
Some die.
TO SHOOT YOUR FUCKING MOVIE!
Okay, let me put this plainly: "FUCK OFF!"
Don't call me from the handsfree bluetooth attachment to your brand new M5's carphone and tell me you can't afford to pay me what I'm worth.
Here's a newsflash for you: That five million dollar home you have? The luxury on-location accommodations for your manufactured wife and your precocious children (the latter invariably named "Madison" and "Cody")? That six-figure monstrosity you drive? The $1000/hour escorts you bang behind your wife's back? Unless you pay people what they're worth, you don't fucking deserve them.
Sell your fucking H2 or your BMW, and drive a Geo to work every day. Defer your paycheque. Take out a loan against your house. If you have to do that, and if I think you're sincere, I'll not only give you my usual 110%, I'll do it on weekends and evenings, without charging you an extra dime.
Because I'm a professional, and I love my craft. Except for having to deal with cheap, greedy motherfuckers like you.
The crew are not your enemy; we're your tools. And we have the same objective you haver: get the movie done. Because the more successful movies you make with us, the more we'll work in the future. And that alone makes us bend over backwards to get your movie "in the can" on time, and on budget. But make that budget realistic, and don't fuck us over.
I am in no position to further subsidise your wealth. If you can't afford to pay people a living age to shoot shows which are going to make you even richer, then perhaps you shouldn't be making movies. Maybe you should stand on your ambiently heated master bathroom tiles, look at your loufa'd face in the mirror and say to yourself "I can't afford to make movies without exploiting people. I'm worse than a corporate welfare recipinet."
Because that's what you are. Every time you short me on my expenses. Every time you ask the crew to put in fifteen minutes more just to get the last shot of the day (what the industry calls "grace", not that you'd understand the term). Every time you expect someone in the production office to look after little Cody and Madison while their mom and the nanny are out getting fake-tans (comped, of course), you're not producing, you're stealing.
Every time I or my counterparts give something away to you, we're producing your fucking shitty movie. You couldn't do it without us.
So pay us fairly, and don't rip us off.
So fuck you, Mister Producer-No-More. Go work at CostCo until you can afford to be a movie mogul.
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