WordPress appears to have stomped on the bugs! I can now blog as I once did! Huzzah! I had a couple of ideas running around in my head earlier this week, but for now I’ll stick with this one:
The astute reader will have noticed that I’m a writer. It’s what I do. I do it for pay when I can, and apparently it’s so much what-I-do that I do it for free when pay is not available (such as at this delightful cyber-locale).
As a writer, I have a special fondness for other writers, even those who do things I cannot fathom, such as writing novels or screenplays. I know how hard it can be to sit down and get the ideas out, and I know how hard it can be to create something genuinely new and try to earn a living at the same time. These are my peeps, one of my several and various overlapping tribes. I ❤ them.
Which is why this story pissed me off so much:
Sony making another movie based on Hasbro toy despite sinking of ‘Battleship’ at box office
The battering of “Battleship” at the box office hasn’t scared Sony away from Hasbro toys.
The studio is tripling down on its strategy of making movies based on playthings. On Monday, it announced it would make a movie called “Tonka” based on the 65-year-old Tonka truck line of toys.
Sony is also developing movies based on Hasbro Inc. board games “Risk” and “Candy Land.”
“Tonka” will be an animated movie co-produced by Sony Corp.’s Sony Pictures, Hasbro and Adam Sandler’s Happy Madison Productions.
I have no idea how many talented and experienced screenwriters are currently sitting in front of an unforgivingly blank screen at this very moment, struggling to wrestle out and pin down human truths, foibles, wishes, and dreams in a manner either comic or dramatic (or possibly both). I have no idea how many young writers are currently dipping their toes into the waters of their own creativity, hoping that the thing they never dared dream to do might become a reality.
But I can tell you exactly how many movies based on the names of toys that we need to ask these people to write: Zero.
I long ago accepted that human society doesn’t value creative people the way I wish we did. I long ago accepted that (as the words emblazoned across my bright yellow messenger bag have it) “Shakespeare got to get paid, son.” If a writer (or a painter, or a comic artist, or a musician) earns even just a portion of his or her daily bread with the Muse’s gifts, he or she is lucky, plain and simple.
But I cannot accept — I refuse to accept — that there is such a paucity of good ideas, good stories, good writing, that Hollywood can justify turning its back on its storytellers in this nearly surrealistic manner.
Screenwriters of America? I got your back. I only wish I could pay you to write something.