Film critic Pauline Kael famously wrote that “Hollywood is the one place in the world where you can die of encouragement.” She’s right. The town blows more smoke up more asses than a flaming BP rig.
But we who work in the business clutch at that smoke, count on it, inhale it as deeply into our lungs as we can, just to keep us going, even as we choke on it.
In this racket, hope is a very fragile, very thin high wire, and it is razor sharp.









