http://www.svnfilm.com/resources/general-content/84-jill-the-director.htmlNot 100% sure where this goes, but it's entertaining. It'll probably get seen by more folks here, & it is about making a bad movie, so ...
It was my own fault. I answered the add on Craigslist for a “video editor”.
This was Michigan. I knew I wasn’t going to be editing a high end production when they asked to meet me for an interview at the local Big Boys restaurant. This wasn’t in a back room-- this was in in the smack dab middle of the place, in a booth. But first I had to wait in the front, as if I was waiting for a reservation at a high end eating establishment, until they beckoned me to their table. A short, frumpy woman led me over to the faux wood seating, where an overweight, bland-looking forty-something man was sitting. So this was the director. Then she sat down next to him, across from me.
“So, why do you want to edit my movie?” she asked me. Oh, this was the director.
I took a deep breath and explained that’s how I make my living, producing, directing and editing movies. It didn’t really matter if it was just editing--I do the job I’m hired to do.
“Have you worked on anything else like this?” I thought I had just explained that. Plus, I had sent them my resume, which listed nearly two dozen features I’ve worked on, along with DVD samples of a few of them, to show them I was a “real” editor and not a student with dreams of grandeur.
“Do you have my resume and the dvd’s I had sent, that you asked for?” I said. She looked down at her big folder and then looked up. “Oh, I don’t have time for that.” Thanks for making me waste $10 in copies and postage.
It gets worse from there. The movie was named
Crabby People, or something like that.