Filmmaker. Making and watching movies every second that I can. http://lidafilmmaker.wordpress.com
Natural, creative exuberance and self-confidence are wonderful things in an artist,. They are inhibited from growing into arrogance not through the content but because of the process of education. Even the minimally serious artist is humbled constantly by the screaming demands of craft.
Those who style themselves “producers” have not had the benefit of any such education, and their arrogance knows no bounds. They are like the white slave owners of old, sitting on their porches with their cooling drinks and going on about the inherent laziness of the Negro race. The “producer,” having never had a run-in with the demands of a craft, sees all ideas as basically equal and his own as first among them, for no reason other than that he has thought of it. This notion is easier to fathom if one thinks back to the period of early adolescence and to, perhaps, the critique of an English teacher who said of our efforts: “I don’t understand” or “It is unclear,” of which correction one thought: “The old fool… I know what I meant.”
I have a great deal of pride and, I suppose, a large admixture of arrogant pride. I, in my generally losing contest with these self-styled “producers,” many times console myself by thinking that after society falls apart, I will be able to eke out at least my meals and shelter by putting on plays that may make people laugh; but that these “producers” would have to wait until I and those like me went to work before they could eat.
Yes, that is how I see “producers.” They are “let me take the cow to the fair for you, son.”"