That clip made my week.
Kevin Smith could just do those talks and film them, and outperform 98% of the movies released by Hollywood any year.
The
Wild, Wild West story was classic.
[Full disclosure: Unlike Warner Bros.,
I made money on
W.W.W.. And got some nice leftovers.]
Some time later, I'm working on another WB project. With Kevin Kline. Crew were informed there was only one rule with regard to Mr. Kline:
"Do
NOT mention
W.W.W. to him. Under any circumstances. He's still p.o.'ed about what they told him it would be, vs. what it turned into. He takes his job seriously, and if someone gets him going, he's no good to us for at least a day of filming until he gets it out of his system."
Point noted.
Kevin Kline is a nice guy, so it was easy not to rub his nose in that turd, and avoid getting canned all in one move, just by shutting up.
Bonus: I got to chat with him a tiny bit about
Silverado.
But Jon Peters is why Hollywood sucks whale turds most years. Worse, he's only the tip of that turd iceberg.
In fact, I think they even named a famous
management principle after him specifically(or at least they should have).
He also proves the adage:
producer:(n.) highest-paid entry-level job in Hollywood production
"There are four types of homicide: felonious, accidental, justifiable, and praiseworthy." -Ambrose Bierce, "The Devil's Dictionary"