Friday, April 24, 2015

Pool Report #2: Winnipeg, My Winnipeg

As I stated somewhere else this week, any town with fans who think this is how you drink beer deserves to see their team go out in four…

I’m truly sorry, Winnipeg. You used to be where I went to have fun. Thank God one of us grew up.

But seriously, this is just in time. The snow around Portage and Main is almost gone. Meaning one thing. It’s mosquito season.

winnipeg mosquito

The fate of two of the remaining three Canadian teams will probably be sealed over the weekend. How’d you like the way Kesler played for Anaheim, Vancouver? Are you thinkin’ maybe you shoulda traded the Twins instead? Be nice to have some men on the ice vs Calgary, wouldn’t it?

I can’t be as hard on Ottawa. They’re trying. And they already have to live in Ottawa. But by Sunday the Flea Market will be back in the Canadian Tire parking lot with Sens merchandise going cheap.

For the most part the first round is turning out to be fairly predictable. That would certainly seem to be the case if the Infamous Writers Pool is any reflection.

Will Dixon hangs onto his slim lead with Wli Zmak, Chris Sheasgreen and yours truly barely a point behind.

But that could all change in the next couple of days. It’s still far too early to determine how this season is going to play out.

Pop another twist top and enjoy the weekend. And if you love your team, skip the Winnipeg shampoo.


Monday, April 20, 2015

Pool Report Week #1: Once More Into The Breach

Shakespeare in Sports

But we in it shall be remember'd. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers…”

Okay, so maybe the playoff picture is really hard to read this season. Maybe everybody’s really busy. Or maybe the long winter has made most of North America not want to look at sheets of ice anymore.

Whatever it is, we’ve got the smallest clutch of players we’ve ever had for the annual Infamous Writers Hockey Pool.

But will that stop us? NO!!!

Will that dampen our enthusiasm? NEVER!!!

Will that make our champion any less worthy of respect in the annals of hockey pools? Well, maybe…

But we’re still gonna have fun! Which is most of the point.

Half the teams in the first round are three games in as we begin Week 2 of the 2015 Stanley Cup, with only one looking like it might have a stranglehold. But since nobody in the pool picked a single player from Ottawa who cares, right?

And see, that alone is a tribute to the hockey wisdom and prognosticative skill that has always exemplified this particular band of brothers.

So “Game on”! Here are the standings as we enter the heart of Round One with Pool Founders Will Dixon and myself leading the way and Chris Sheasgreen right there with us.

A third of the pool in a virtual tie for the lead. Now that’s what I call competition.


Sunday, April 19, 2015

Lazy Sunday # 372: Castaways

At a specific hour everyday, my dog interrupts whatever I’m doing with a tap of her paw and an expectant look. It’s time to go to the dog park and she’s making sure I haven’t forgotten.

The dog park is the high point of her day. Better than a walk or a car ride. Some days there are only a couple of other dogs. Sometimes upwards of 20. Doesn’t matter to her. It’s the canine version of “Happy Hour”.

dusty charges

A few weeks ago, a new member dropped by. She was a rescue from one of those notorious Whistler Mountain sled dog outfits. Terrified in every sense of the word.

She immediately found a corner in the furthest reach of the fenced area in which we unleash our animals, getting as far from all of us possible.

Her “foster parent” did her best to let the animal know this was a safe place. And one by one, the other dogs (and dog owners) made it clear they were approachable and no threat.

Over the next couple of weeks we all watched her come out of her shell, tentative at first, observing the play and the chases, carefully coming closer and slowly turning back into a real dog.

Now she initiates play, even comfortable enough to steal somebody else’s ball in order to be chased. She doesn’t cower when people approach, allowing all of us to offer a kind word or a stroke.

A little while longer and she’ll move on, free of whatever terrors made her the way she was, ready for a fulltime family of her own.

It’s a nice feeling to have been a small part of the process, also making you wonder if the same could be done for people.

Apparently it can.

Enjoy Your Sunday.

Monday, April 13, 2015

The 2015 Infamous Writers Hockey Pool

I can’t believe I’m putting myself through this again!

But then – I’m a lifelong Toronto Maple Leafs fan so I understand that tradition and dedication require lacing up the skates and getting back in the fray –- no matter how hopeless the quest may seem.

And a special thanks to perennial poolie Peter Wildman for helping me to my feet and finding my mouth guard. For this is the moment when those with hockey smarts and the courage of their convictions shine. Because next to getting stitched up on the bench or playing with a broken leg, the most venerable tradition in the quest for the Stanley Cup is the "Hockey Pool"!


Will Dixon and I have been organizing hockey pools almost as long as we've pretended we were adults. No matter where we were or what we were doing, we celebrated our on-ice warriors by picking the best among them and placing a little wager.

Many seasons back, being thousands of miles apart and with most of the people with whom we regularly communicated passing through our blogs, we cooked up a plan to hold our hockey pool online. It was an astonishing success! As have been the years that have followed. And 2014 will be even bigger and better.


You join "The Infamous Writer's Hockey Pool" by sending me an email at with "POOL PICKS" in the subject line between 8:00 AM Eastern Tuesday April 14/15 (today in some parts of the world) and 8:00 PM Eastern Thursday. (04/16/2015).

Now, “Technically”, that will be after the opening games on Wednesday night and a period or more of Thursday’s action.  But any earlier becomes a deadline far too tight for even a seasoned prognosticator like me. So we’ll take our chances that nobody gets a leg up knowing those results.

In your email, list the 10 skaters and 2 Goalies who make up your team. They can be members of any of the 16 teams competing in the opening round.


At least THREE of your picks must come from one team. Three skaters, two and a goalie, your choice. The point is to make a small commitment (25% of your roster) to a team you think is either going to win it all, go deep or roll up a lot of points.

The scoring is as follows:

For every goal or assist scored by your skaters you earn 1 point.

Should one of your skaters score a “Game Winning” goal, that’s worth two points.

Every time your goalie wins you also earn 2 points and you tally seven points each time he earns a shutout.

Shutouts in Stanley Cup play are rare and skaters will always earn more points than a Goalie, but this is a way of evening things up.

In addition, the pool will also award one point to a goalie who loses in overtime.

The 12 players you choose are yours for the entire tournament. As the teams your players represent fall by the wayside, they cease earning points, but their totals remain part of your total.

In the end, the pool contestant with the most points wins.

I'll post your team online. From then on, you can check your progress by visiting our private online pool site whenever you like. All players will be provided with a login and password so they can check their progress throughout the playoffs.

Once you're inside the pool site, you'll see all the information on the teams you’re up against. You'll also receive a twice weekly (Monday and Friday) update of the pool standings, which I will post for all the world to see here at The Legion.

See -- easy and fun!

The only thing missing is the chance to share beer and wings and make fun of each other's choices. Anybody who wants to open a Facebook group to handle the trash talk or Twitter their opponents has our blessing.

But to help that along this season, I’m also asking everybody who wants to join to reach out to somebody who’s either never been part of the pool or has skipped a season or two.

And if you’re a fan or follower of The Legion who’s never played, give it a shot. You certainly won’t fare any worse than I have!

The more the merrier as Brendan Shanahan says as he escorts Maple Leaf Sports Execs out the door.

Now, playing in a hockey pool is very simple. But a certain amount of strategy is involved.

I've seen contestants pick players from teams that exited early still win because their players racked up so many points in the early going. I've also seen contestants with terrible picks come out on top because they had a hot goalie.

Like everything else in the game, it's ultimately up to the Hockey Gods.

If you're new to pools or the game, you can learn more on who you perhaps should pick for on your team by visiting TSN or Sportsnet.


Well, since gambling is technically illegal around here and Infamous Writers entrants come from several disparate currencies, your entrance fee should be something either related to your career or a sports souvenir you've acquired as a fan.

What you choose to wager is completely up to you and never revealed to anyone but the eventual Pool Winner.

Once our winner is decided, all entrants ship him or her their prize. In the past, the winner's booty has included DVDs, autographed scripts, game worn jerseys, signed hockey cards and much more.

For a full list of the kind of stuff you might win. Please contact Will Pascoe.

There will also be prizes for finishing 2nd and 3rd as well as our incredibly popular "Props" contest in the final round.

There are no other restrictions to participating. Just join up, pick your players and set aside your victory swag.

A lot of great Canadian artists (even some you might recognize) and hockey fans from here and elsewhere are looking forward to playing with you!

So jump in the pool!

Game on!!!!

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Lazy Sunday # 371: Editors

My apologies for the lack of posting lately. But I’ve been stupid busy with a pilot and a feature on the bubble.

This being Canada, I’m sure that one or both of them will go away and I can get back to blogging. But in the meantime, they’ve got me thinking about what the directors and editors will do with what’s been put on the page.

Directors, as always, will do what they will, enabled or distracted by our studio masters. I’m one of those writers who’s mostly okay with directors, believing thoroughly in what a second point of view can bring to a project.

I’ve only once or twice felt my work wasn’t elevated by its director. And in those cases, I’ve always been saved by the talent of the editor.

I think of editors as the guy who does the last pass on the script. If what you’ve written is cogent and worthy a good editor will bring it back from whatever brinks the exigencies of production took it.

If what you did was crappy, they’ll find a way to make it look like you knew what you were doing.

I once had a director turn in a low budget feature a full ten minutes shorter than the distributor required, with no money to shoot anything additional and no place for more story if the money had been there.

I was devastated. Until a wonderfully talented editor began adding a few frames here and a perfectly placed pause there to make up the difference.

Editors also work with a visual story-telling awareness many writers ignore in honing their dialogue and too many directors ignore as they wrangle all the shiny bling they’ve been given in the form of actors, locations and CGI.

An editor, however, thinks like a member of the audience (the guys we all forget along the way) and brings what you wrote and shot back to the reason you wrote and shot it in the first place.

Befriend editors. Appreciate them. Don’t tell them how to cut but how you want the audience to feel. Then leave them alone. They know what they’re doing.

And Enjoy Your Sunday.

Okay – for some reason embedding isn’t working for me today. So here are a couple of links.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Lazy Sunday #369: Another Narrative At Play

This week I had the pleasure of seeing a wonderful new movie starring Al Pacino entitled “Danny Collins”.

Central to its plot is the difference between the life stories we tell and the realities of life itself.  Writer/Director Dan Fogelman confronts that from the film’s first frame with “This film is based on a true story –- a little bit”.

Any good story teller knows that any story changes according to imagination, personal bias and how you want to move your audience.

No writer fictionalizing a true story cleaves strictly to the facts. Facts get in the way. They complicate the flow of the narrative, hamper revelation of character, allow the audience to get ahead of you and generally screw up what could be a really great tale.

Journalists often hate their jobs because they are required to stick to the facts and as the man said, “Truth is stranger than fiction because fiction has to make sense”.

And lately we’ve had a spate of high profile events where journalists opted for a really good story over telling the truth.

Ultimately, the tragedy of Michael Brown’s death in Ferguson, Missouri, was not a story of rogue cops and innocent victims. Yet many still recite the false “Hands Up Don’t Shoot” mantra.

Rolling Stone Magazine this week apologized for its Virginia State Fraternity Rape story after the Washington Post and other newspapers did the basic grunt work of their trade and found not only not a single shred of criminal evidence but plenty of proof that Rolling Stone’s editors had not done their jobs.

And yet that story is still up on the Rolling Stone website.

What these represent is the triumph of a narrative over a truth. Like any good conspiracy theory, a narrative that plays into our fears, our biases, our personal take on how the world works ultimately replaces reality. The narrative makes more sense to us than the harder and messier truth.

As an example -- many times every day, my social media feeds are filled with posts and reposts on GMO foods or climate change or secret government backroom deals that will eventually remove all of my human rights.

There may well be some truth to them. But I’ve been around long enough to know when somebody’s busily pushing my buttons. And that makes me ask “Who benefits most from this?”.

Some of you may dismiss the guy in the video that follows as just another corporate stooge paid to lie to you. But perhaps he is not. Perhaps he’s just somebody disturbing an accepted narrative with either some hard truths you don’t want to hear, or a side of the argument you’ve never experienced.

Give him a chance.

And Enjoy Your Sunday.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Lazy Sunday # 368: How To Be Annoying

I’m not sure if this was a good week or a bad one for the people who enjoy annoying other people.

On one side, actress Ashley Judd, after being threatened with sexual violence by Twitter trolls who didn’t like her playfully dissing their basketball team, sued her attackers.

On the other, actress Eva Mendes, similarly attacked for playfully dissing sweat pants, offered a retraction AND an apology.

A friend of mine recently asserted that it now takes three people to tell a joke. One to Tell it. One to laugh. And one to be offended.

Now maybe all of those third parties were always offended. I once dated a woman who insisted that jokes she didn’t find funny were actually thinly disguised attacks on the butt of their humor.

Needless to say, we didn’t last long.

But people either finding or manufacturing offense are becoming more common these days. Some days it feels like CNN, FOX and the CBC can’t fill their newscasts without finding something immensely unimportant to stoke outrage about.

And even though that might bolster some demographic, it succeeds at the same time in utterly annoying another.

I’ve always believed that Life is less about what happens than how you choose to deal with it. Because ultimately, you’re the one making the decision to be happy or sad –- or annoyed.

Let me give you an example.


According to Medical stats, less than 1% of the population is Gluten intolerant. Add another 1% for those with borderline issues. Yet “Gluten Free” is all the rage in the Foodie community.

Not long ago, a friend who serves as a Deacon in his church told me that a group of parishioners had lobbied for a Gluten Free Communion host –- those little wafers that represent the body of Christ.

He shook his head and added, “We checked. And they’re available”.

I imagined a coming Sunday at the altar rail as the acolyte with the regular wafers would be waived aside for the one with the more acceptable alternative.

So much for the “unworthy for the crumbs from thy table” homily, huh?

Now – you can feel annoyed about that. Or – you can be annoyed at me for not being sensitive to the Celiac afflicted. Or for something I’ve said about Christians.

But how about chuckling at the human condition and moving on.

If that’s tough for you, you might try the option of booking a life coach. Maybe one like JP Sears.

Sears is an authentic and professional emotional healing coach, international teacher and world traveler whose work empowers people to live more meaningful lives.

And one of the tools he uses in that work is humor.

Recently, Sears released a video on living Gluten free, which is actually a lesson in “How To Be Annoying” – or maybe how to realize you’re being annoying and look at who you are (or who’s annoying you) with some bemusement.

It works.

Enjoy Your Sunday.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015


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A decade of boneheaded moves by Canada’s broadcast regulator, the CRTC, were the original inspiration for this blog. And over its life I’ve repeatedly weighed in on just how dim-witted or out of touch our CRTC Commissioners have been with their decisions.

The last was a couple of months ago with the first rulings based on last year’s marathon “Let’s Talk TV” gong show set of hearings. The basic premise being that our regulators remain so far behind the current realities of the business that whatever they propose will do more harm than good.

I expected I’d write another when the second shoe related to unbundling was dropped, which it apparently will tomorrow. And I’d anticipated another when the Commission then moved to pay back the Broadcast Delivery Units (your cable guys) for the money they’ve lost as a result of the other recent decisions.

But JP Blais and his partners decided to make that their 2nd shoe last week, eliminating Canadian content rules for daytime hours, no longer enforcing genre protection (as if anybody adhered to their genre anyway) and pushing for quality over quantity.

Blais acknowledged that no decision by the CRTC makes all of its stakeholders happy, perhaps hoping to calm the expected storm from negatively impacted Creatives, Independent Producers and Canadian nationalists.

But I took it as an admission that, as always, they just really don’t have a clue.

A couple of obvious examples (at least obvious to anybody who has actually created a TV show or followed the history of same) regarding the quality over quantity shift:

1. Just because you spend a lot of money on a show does not mean that more people will watch it or that it will sell well in foreign markets.

You’d think that would be patently obvious in Ottawa and its CRTC Gatineau suburb, where decades of investing tens of millions into movies that have never made a dime has been the bureaucratic norm.

Anecdotally, in 1990, I was writing and producing a TV series entitled “Top Cops” which at one point attracted one in every four television viewers in the USA. This was despite the fact that our budget was half that of Steven Bochco’s “Cop Rock” which debuted at the same time and lasted barely a handful of episodes.

The cash we spent was also far less than Canada’s revered “Road to Avonlea” which we regularly out-rated in this country.

The same could be said for another line on my resume, “Eerie, Indiana: The Other Dimension”, which got bigger numbers on Global TV at a fraction of the cost of that network’s then flagship series “Traders”.

But it’s clear somebody at the CRTC has bought the line that Canadian shows don’t get an audience simply because they don’t match the budgets of the US competition.

And while it may be true that “Kenny vs Spenny”, “Michael: Tuesdays and Thursdays” or “Strange Empire” would have gotten far more viewers if they had cost $2 million per, the likelihood is that they all could’ve benefited from an element of mass appeal.

And have the Commissioners, none of whom has ever budgeted a dramatic series, paused to consider how much of these expanded budgets will actually show up onscreen in the first place?

Or will the money be used to overpay US Stars who will replace Canadian talent or cover their travel costs and per diems? Maybe it’ll go to the directors who will also be imported, since they’re not on the initially released protected list like local screenwriters.

Maybe Canadian accountants will merely get as creative as many are in Hollywood. Heck, if you can bring in foreign talent, why not just offshore the payroll department to the people who already know how to play those games?

2. Then there’s the mandate to bend the production rules to create more programming based on successful Canadian novels.

Setting aside what qualifies as a “successful” Canadian novel for a moment, I assume this means more Margaret Atwood and fuck all you younger writers who’ve spent the last few years in film school learning how to craft your own stories.

I guess nobody at the CRTC has bothered to check on whether “Barney’s Version” has made its money back yet (even with all that US Star power). Or whether Maggie’s “The Handmaid’s Tale” has turned a profit after 20-some years. Or notice that the movie version of “Surfacing” barely got released.

But maybe Ms. Atwood’s producers on that one just needed to throw a few million more into the budget.

What all of this exemplifies is that the CRTC regulates the way it has always regulated. Not as people who understand the business they endlessly apparently examine –- but as elite government bureaucrats.

Bureaucrats who believe any problem can be solved if you just throw enough money at it. And throw it at content they and their friends might watch if the networks would only produce the wonderful new novel they passed around up at the cottage.

And after venting all that –- what all of the “Let’s Talk TV” decisions really amount to is this…

They won’t make anything better.

Because the industry the CRTC regulates is being changed by market forces moving faster than new hearings can be scheduled.

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Forget Netflix. By Fall, AppleTV will be streaming HBO and a package of 25 Networks (none Canadian) for $40 per month.

If Shaw, Rogers and Bell don’t sell the same package of unbundled channels for that price or lower, they’re done.

The Canadian consumer the CRTC waited 20 years to finally listen to has moved on. Purchasing, as they have illustrated with Netflix, what they want to watch, not content that is government mandated or packaged to support unwanted channels.

News and Sports will be next. News is already streaming via any number of online options and mobile apps like the one released this week by Reuters.

Reuters TV app: customisable shows are ceated by algorithms

The first Sports channels are in the Apple package. More will follow via Google and Amazon and others as yet unimagined.

Yes, that means the way we fund Canadian programming will have to change -– or not if we’re producing less of it.

But that financing won’t come from OTT services. Because they’re free market forces who only pay for what their subscribers will make it worth their while to purchase.

Perhaps that means that the “Let’s Talk TV” process will have been a success.

Canadian consumers will finally get what they want instead of what it has been decided is good for them. Or what needs to be done to shore up broadcasters who don’t create their own content or to keep cable companies afloat.

And Canadian Creatives won’t be on government welfare anymore, shaping what we create to fit somebody in power’s vision of what the country should be –- instead of what it is.

Content has always been king, a reality against which the CRTC has consistently fought to protect some perceived yet out-dated industry status quo.

And much as the Commission may feel it must now dictate how Content is realized to remain relevant, it clearly hasn’t a clue.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Lazy Sunday # 367: The Butterfly Effect

We all know the feeling. You have something to accomplish and you wake up with nothin’.

Coffee. The stimulating effect of the shower. The Alpha state of walking the dog. None of that makes any difference. The Muse has fled.

And then…

There’s a vibe. A glimpse. A whisper of something. A light breeze fans the embers of imagination. Something begins to come…

From where?


What causes the change?

Chaos Theory suggests that the flutter of a Butterfly’s wings in Africa can ignite a Hurricane half a world away.

Could the same be true of creativity?

How about kindness?

I’ve been writing these Lazy Sunday posts for 7 years now. Sometimes they’re concocted weeks in advance. Sometimes they’re stream of consciousness. A lot of Sundays I’ve woken up with nothing.

Like this morning.

And then I saw this story on “CBS Sunday Morning” and wondered at its implications.

I hope it inspires something in your own day –- or your tomorrow – or maybe next week. Science says that the beating of a butterflies wings takes time to become noticeable –- even to those watching it happen.

Enjoy Your Sunday. 

Sunday, March 08, 2015

Lazy Sunday # 366: Day Old Stubble

I’m hurtin’ this morning. And it’s not just the alarm going off an hour earlier than expected.

I’ve had houseguests from Saskatchewan for the last week and you know how we prairie folks get when there’s steaks to BBQ and dill pickle vodka on ice.

So I’m hurtin’. Don’t want to shave. Don’t want to shower. I used to do that a lot on Sundays. People’d ask why I hadn’t shaved and I’d say it was against my religion. Then they’d ask what my religion was and I’d say “Not Shavin’ on Sunday”.

Charming and to the point. The way conversation should be when you’re hurtin’.

Charming and to the point like the wonderful Saskatchewan band “The Rusty Augers”, whose new album I’ve been hearing a lot of this week.

Those of you in the rest of Canada may not have heard of “The Rusty Augers” and that’s a shame. They don’t vote Liberal so that gets them on the “do not encourage” list at the CBC.

Those of you getting border radio out of Yorkton will be familiar with songs like “The Esterhazy Man and The Kamsack Woman” or “George the Government Worker”.

Baseball fans in America are loving “The knuckleball”. All of the above up on Youtube for the rest of you. Or you could pick up the new album “Inaugeration” on iTunes. It’s their fourth, an homage to Gram Parsons by Paul McCorriston and his lovely wife Holly.

It’s a shame so much talent in this country gets ghettoized by the parochial nature of our media. Maybe a bigger shame that like me this morning, they don’t seem inclined to clean up their act.

Enjoy Your Sunday…

Friday, March 06, 2015

Hey, Lets Help ISIS Kill Itself!

The world is consumed with finding a way to end the chaos being spread across the Middle East by the psycho-killers of the Islamic State.

But at ever stage we seem confounded by national, cultural or political concerns that prevent us from stopping the rapes, enslavements and wholesale slaughter of the innocents.

Some don’t want to put “boots on the ground” or their own military in harm’s way. Others worry about offending their own Muslim populations or worse, painting a target on them. A few hope this gang of thugs will simply wear themselves out.

I’ve got an acquaintance who’s both a veteran and a crack shot. And he has wondered aloud if he should make himself available to some mercenary group, like that German Motorcycle gang who has taken up the fight.

Worldwide, guys with recent military experience have done the same, despite their governments trying to talk them out of it, either for their own self-preservation or the self-preservation of those in government who don’t want to commit to action.

It’s as we’re all hamstrung and impotent in the face of true evil.

But today I found this article about how Youtube is making Millions off ISIS. Unintentionally, of course.

It seems the algorithms that really run that place are positioning web ads in front of the combat and recruiting videos ISIS posts.

Of course, Budweiser, Johnson & Johnson and others are none too happy with that and have demanded their ads be removed.

But wait a second…

Maybe this solves the problem for everybody who’d like to see ISIS put to rest.

What if the money those ads earned was simply diverted to a fund that financed a mercenary army to go after these sick dickheads.

The planet is filled with trained mercenaries and soldiers of fortune more than capable of going against ISIS. And this could pay them to do that, plus provide the purchasing power for any arms and equipment they might need.

The World’s governments could simply throw up their hands and say, “Hey, it’s got nothing to do with us!”. And even the corporations involved can’t be held responsible for the position some rogue algorithm has put them in.

ISIS has become extremely adept at feeding their vile message to impressionable losers. But now every video they post would be funding people intent on coming to kill them.

Perhaps we go a step further and append ads for Jimmy Dean Pork Sausage or Red Lobster so the potential recruits have to sit through that before getting amped for Jihad.

Maybe we run ads for NGOs advocating the education of girls and the rights of women, or the importance of preserving ancient relics. Every mind that’s changed becomes one less soldier that new mercenary army has to kill.

I’m telling you, this could work. And as long as our governments remain loathe to confront ISIS, it might be the only option we have.

Thursday, March 05, 2015

The Copy Cats

My first schoolhouse was a small one in Southern Saskatchewan. Grades 1-4 were housed in one room and 4-8 in another.

My first teacher was Mrs. Hellman, a perpetually positive woman who used the first half hour after lunch to read us all a story.

It was probably a smart move, since us kids were either pooped from an hour of playing outside or snoozing off our thermoses of Campbell’s soup and baloney or Velveeta sandwiches.

Thus, she began working her way through “Lassie Come Home” a chapter at a time. And one afternoon, she set the novel on a stool before us Grade Ones asking us to draw a picture from the story while she did Arithmetic with the older kids.

I was already pretty handy with crayons and set to work recreating the book’s cover while others of my cohort depicted one of Lassie’s hair raising adventures.

When it was once again Grade One’s turn, Mrs. Hartman returned to assess either our imagination quotient or story comprehension or whatever and became very upset with me.

I felt I’d crafted not a bad rendition of the Scottish Highlands and thought my dog pose was particularly accurate. But she accused me of tracing it, then realized that wasn’t possible and became a touch amazed at what I’d accomplished.

This led to a conversation with my parents suggesting I had an artistic bent which oughta be pursued -– and the rest, shall we say, is history.

Now I’m not telling that story as some anecdote of my time as a child prodigy. Because I wasn’t that at all.

But since there were no such things as art galleries, art schools or even libraries in my part of the world, my artistic learning curve involved what was around me – primarily comic books.

I became a comic book copy cat. And over time, spending a lot of time between the covers of comic books taught me the rudiments of visual story telling.

It’s identical to what a lot of kids (and not so much kids anymore) do these days in finding their creative footing. They copy. Only now they copy from a myriad of media using After Effects, Photoshop and Digital cameras.

I hear a lot of artists bemoan this new age of copying. They’re annoyed by fan fiction. They’re irked by intrusions on their copyrights. And they’re aghast that some of these kids get movie deals from a 2 minute Youtube clip that they haven’t achieved despite hundreds of hours of Prime Time programming.

I look at it a little differently. While I once sympathized with the lot of those breaking into the business today having it so much harder than I did –- I now wonder what I might’ve achieved if the technologies around us had been available to me at their age.

How many fewer pointless pitch sessions would I have endured if crowdfunding had existed? How much easier would it have been to audition for or have a script read by a wider range of producers? How many stories could I have shot, cut and distributed myself instead of seeing them executed as a lesser vision by those not as committed to the work?

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Last week, two Copycat films appeared on the Internet. One, “A Smallville Man” was created by LA visual artist Mauricio Abril which tread on several copyrights, including those of DC Comics and iconic rockers the Foo Fighters.

An animated gem intended merely to showcase Abril’s talents it appended the following disclaimer: “This is a not-for-profit independent film honoring the legacy of Superman and the Foo Fighters. It is in no way meant to officially represent DC Comics, Warner Bros, Foo Fighters, or RCA Records. Superman and all related elements are trademarks of and copyrights of DC Comics. "Walk" was written by the Foo Fighters and published by RCA Records in 2011's "Wasting Light."”

And all those copyright violated folks not only left Abril alone, they actually championed him. “Superman: Man of Steel” artist Jon Bogdanove described Abril as somebody who "so gets it."

Less generously received was LA producer Adi Shankar’s reboot of “The Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers” franchise  entitled “Power/Rangers” which debuted to 6 Million hits its first day before a forced takedown edict was issued to Youtube and Vimeo by rights owner Saban Entertainment.

A darker, dystopian take on the original, not unlike what Christopher Nolan did to “Batman”, Shankar with director Joseph Kahn, had intended the piece as both an homage and an opportunity to flex their creative chops. And they included a similar “not-for-profit” disclaimer on the film itself.

After a day or two of nasty lawyer letters, Saban seemed to relent, belatedly realizing perhaps, that Shankar had stoked some interest in a title most haven’t paid much attention to in a while.

And while some have suggested “Power/Rangers” tests the future of Internet freedom, for me it exemplifies how some of us have to shift our perspective on the works that we “own”.

Yes, Creatives deserve to be rewarded for their creations. And God knows its so hard to get an honest accounting from a lot of people in our various copyright worlds. Therefore, we resent the idea of others profiting from what we haven’t.

And remedying that issue (especially in Canada, where government agencies get financial reports that artists don’t) might go a long way to prying our cold, dead fingers from the throats of kids just trying to make their mark.

I have no idea who illustrated the “Lassie Come Home” title I copied. But without their work and a teacher who didn’t report me to the Copyright police, I wouldn’t be where I am today.

And maybe that’s a model we should all practice. Because “Ars Longa, Vita Brevis” as the man said. And isn’t it better if some of the carrying forward were done by somebody who “so gets it”?



Sunday, March 01, 2015

Lazy Sunday # 365: Danny And The Wild Bunch

If posts to this blog have been sparse of late, it’s because I’m up to my eyes in rewrites.

To be honest, I actually enjoy rewriting. Each pass gives me the opportunity to know my story and characters a little better, to weed out the extraneous and sharpen the clarity.

But sometimes, you’re rewriting for the needs of production. There’s not enough money for this or too little time for that, so you need to make adjustments.

I honestly enjoy most of those too. Screenwriting to me has always been as much about problem solving as story telling.

But sometimes…

Sometimes what they asked for is not what they want when the script finally drops over the transom.

Studios and networks are notorious for having a low startle response. If something appears to be trending, they immediately want to imitate. If the genre seems to be peaking they’ll suddenly want a little less of that direction.

As an example, there are some in Hollywood this weekend suggesting Universal overreached with “Fifty Shades of Grey”. Seems despite earning half a billion dollars worldwide, the rapid drop in attendance after the first week suggests the sequels might be in trouble.

As if any Hollywood film gets into profit anyway, but…

There will likely be calls tomorrow morning from Development Execs suggesting writers who spent the weekend doing research in some dungeon wet room chewing on a ball gag –- might want to shift the next draft toward an upbeat date movie.

And that’s when rewrites become annoying –- and a chore.

It’s one thing to hone what you’ve written. It’s another to make a hard Left because the money’s coming from Brazil or the only tax credit formula that works is in Latvia.

And then everything becomes something unintended…

That’s the theme of Robert Rugan’s multi-award winning “Danny And The Wild Bunch”, which examines how the characters in your script react to being evolved.

And you thought Network Execs could be nasty…

Enjoy Your Sunday…

DANNY AND THE WILD BUNCH - Short Film from robert rugan on Vimeo.