I’D TELL YOU

But then, I’d have to kill you.

Let’s talk about nondisclosure agreements and secrecy in movie production. The norm is to hand out numbered movie scripts to department heads with the name of the reader superimposed in grey over each page. Some particularly squirrelish folks print the script on red paper, making scanning or copying impossible… Not to mention reading. Often, only department heads receive the script, either making the department head a miscreant by handing out their own copy to his or her crew, or doubling down on their burden if they have to communicate the necessities of each scene… each and every day of pre-production and filming.

On a film that recently wrapped involving intergalactic travel and an old TV franchise (and more movies than I care to count) the crew was forbidden to refer to the project by name. To further complicate matters, the “alias” was changed week to week. Now. Mercy me. Why? And yes, we all know about leaks on the internet and zealous fan boys, in politics they call that throwing red meat to the base.

Angels, I first posted this on May 15, and I have an update… I went to a small theater in L.A. a couple of weeks ago and saw Eddie Izzard trying out new material for his next comedy tour. Let me just say this, Mr. Izzard is the funniest man in the world. I barely had time to breath I was laughing so hard – I digress. Seated four seats to my left were some of the young and beautiful cast members of “Star Trek Into Darkness” – with a harried studio minder trying to herd them away at the end of the performance. What can I say? But, an interstellar villain…”You think you’re safe? You are not…” has the most exuberant chortle. Darlings, it warmed my heart.