As promised yesterday, here’s more writing wisdom and insight from an auteur who actually functions as just that, a genuine auteur.
By which we mean, of course, Quentin Tarantino, who we TVWriter™ minions firmly believes to be honored in any way he can for as long as he can because without Pulp Fiction we never could have survived film school.
So, the nominations for this year’s Academy Awards have been announced and there were a few surprises. A super-hero film, Black Panther, became the first of its kind to be nominated and Netflix landed its first nomination for Best Picture as well and Meryl Streep got nominated as Best Actress. No, wait – Streep wasn’t nominated. That was the surprise. I thought there was some sort of rule she had to be nominated.
I have different levels of interest in the Academy Awards depending on the category but a particular favorite of mine is soundtrack, a.k.a. Original Score. And the nominees this year are:
Black Panther — Ludwig Goransson
Hey, all you underemployed writers out there who are looking for a big break! (Yeah, that’s like all of us, isn’t it?) Not that we’re recomending this – oh, no, our lawyers have made it very clear that we don’t dare do that – but it certainly looks like a good gig,
Just make sure that you find out what they pay before saying yes:
For reasons that you’ll either already know or, if you don’t, that you’ll never know, Quentin Tarantino is a very Big Deal Screenwriter in addition to being a Very Very Big Deal Film Director and a Very Very Very Big Deal All-Round Film-Maker.
How Big Deal is Mr. Tarantino? Let’s put it this way. We here at TVWriter™ have decided not only to feature his wit and wisdom on our site this week, we’re even going to forgive him for refusing to join the Writers Guild of America – West or East.
Here it is, then, this week’s first appearance by The Big Deal Guy His Very Self, in His Very Own Words about two of our favorite subjects:
THE USUAL NOTE FROM LB: From the summer of 2002 to the spring of 2010, Gwen the Beautiful and I were the proud and often exhausted owners of a beautiful Ozarks property we called Cloud Creek Ranch.
In many ways, the ranch was paradise. But it was a paradise with a price that started going up before we even knew it existed. Here’s another Monday musing about our adventure and the lessons we learned.
Oh, and if y’all detect any irony, please believe me when I say it comes straight from the universe and not your kindly Uncle Larry B.