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What to do when you find yourself working with two producers who hate each other

The only plausible way to deal with this situation is to not get into it in the first place. If you suspect this sort of thing might happen at some point during your career, if you can see it looming on the horizon, try not to be born in the first place.

Seriously.

Invent a time machine, pop back and shoot either one of your parents in the face – doesn’t matter which, nonexistence will be infinitely preferable to finding yourself  sandwiched between two fuckwits who can’t agree on who’s got the biggest cock.

Imagine, if you will, the following hypothetical situation:

Producer A owns the rights to a film and wants to make a sequel. Producer B has the money. They meet, at first they fight, then what do you know … they decide to make a move together.

Both of them like me. Both of them have worked with me before. Inexplicably, both of them want to work with me again.

Hooray!

Except, no.

By the way, if two of you reading this blog are beginning to find certain aspects of this story familiar – it’s purely coincidental. This is a hypothetical situation. HYPOTHETICAL – in capital letters, so it must be true. Besides, neither of the producers looked anything like either of you. One of them had a moustache – and not in a good way. The other one was the complete opposite of both of you. It’s hypothetical, honest.*

So these two producers hire me and at the first meeting there’s a lot of smiles, banter and back-slapping.

Looking back: people usually smile with their eyes as well as their teeth, banter is very similar to name-calling and when you slap someone’s back you shouldn’t knock them off their feet. I guess the signs were there; but, as too frequently happens, I was momentarily blinded by the pitiful amount of money.

At the first story meeting, only Producer B appears and, although he’s terribly polite about the other, he doesn’t mention him much.

Shortly afterwards, the Producer A rings me and demands to know what Producer B said about him.

Not the project –  him.

“Um, well, nothing really – he said you were busy and–”

“He’s a cunt.”

“Oh. Right.”

Then he drops the bombshell: Producer A confesses how much they hate each other and, between me and him, this project isn’t going to get made. Don’t bother writing a treatment, just take the money and disappear – Producer A will not be relinquishing the rights to Producer B.

So that leaves me … holding someone else’s money. Can I spend this or not? Probably not.

Bugger.

A week later, Producer B rings up: how’s the treatment coming along?

“Um … not bad? Have you spoken to Producer A recently?”

“No, fuck him, he’s a cunt.”

Ah.

“The twat signed over the rights and I’ve sacked him. It’s just you and me now.”

Oh, right.

“Don’t tell him though, right? Just in case he doesn’t know.”

Er … what?

And so it goes on. Producer A is adamant he owns the rights and will not be working with Producer B. Producer B is adamant he now owns the rights and will not be working with Producer A.

I, in the meantime, am being alternately told to write and not write the treatment. I suppose I could, in theory, write it and only send it to Producer B – except, Producer A will surely find out.

Ideally, I should tell both Producers to fuck off and grow up … but – Producer A has another, more interesting project for me to work on. While Producer B, wants to make one of my own scripts after he’s done this one. Walking away from this project means walking away from three projects.

Well, one actual project, one potential project and one completely fucking unlikely project which is already beginning to really, really piss me off.

The problem is, I like both of these guys and individually they’ve both been good to me. They both have strong industry contacts, they both have a track record and they both have potential to throw a completely wobbly if I choose the other over them. I’ve seen what happens when someone gets on the wrong side of these guys – they have access to a lot more ears than I do. Okay, so fear for my rather pitiful reputation shouldn’t be a consideration; but it is. It so is.

Then it gets worse. Producer A  wants to make his own version of the sequel – one completely different in tone, plot and characters to the one already discussed with Producer B. Oh fuck me.

A quick glance at my contract confirms I’m contractually obliged to write something – but have no idea what or for who.

It was at this point I began looking into tachyon research.

So there I was (hypothetically) writing two different versions of the same film for two different producers, both of whom claimed to own the rights and both of whom hated the other … with no way out.

Or so I thought …

Unfortunately, I can’t tell you the solution because (hypothetically) it might tip off the (hypothetical) producers as to how they’ve been horribly duped. Which, of course, didn’t actually happen. Especially when you consider I got paid twice to not write the same script. §

All I can offer you is this warning: DON’T WORK WITH MORE THAN ONE PRODUCER AT A TIME. EVER.

Unless they’re considerably less twatty than the brand I seem to attract. In which case, do work with more than one producer at a time – with my envious blessing.

I think I had a point when I started this post, but it seems to have got out of hand. I think I’ll just stop now.

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* It’s not. It’s depressingly real.

§ If, however, you were to hazard a guess at the method I might be persuaded to sniff once for yes and twice for no.

This is a lie, honest.

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Deviation

Blimey, two weeks since my last post … I’m pretty sure I haven’t had two weeks worth of sleep since then. Oh well, what’s been going on?

Emails. I should check some emails. Just in case anyone wants to give me any money.

They do! Apparently some Nigerian Prince … nah, that doesn’t sound right.

Bigger cock, bigger, cock, medication, bigger cock, turn $2000 into $1.7 million (that’s very specific), bigger cock, am I lonely, bigger cock, medication … to give me a bigger cock. Gosh, doesn’t instant communication make the world a better place?

Oh, hello, what’s this?

London’s number 1 son changes direction with an exciting new role in dark thriller, DEVIATION.

Ooh, exciting! I like the word exciting!

It’s Danny Dyer … As we have never seen him before.

As a gay, mono-limbed librarian who invents a new kind of chocolate toothpaste? No, probably not – doesn’t really sound like a dark thriller.

King of the indies Danny Dyer will be taking on a new challenge this November in new thriller, DEVIATION.

Good for him. Danny Dyer was in a film based on one of my scripts. He probably doesn’t talk about it in public, or possibly even violently denies it when asked; but we do have a vague connection.

Danny plays escaped convict FRANKIE who kidnaps a young nurse AMBER in a desperate bid to evade the authorities and flee the country.

Told in one night, DEVIATION sees Frankie hold Amber hostage in her own car, taking her on a terrifying ride through the seediest backstreets of London. Amber is played by Anna Walton, of HELLBOY 2: THE GOLDEN ARMY and THE MUTANT CHRONICLES.

DEVIATION is a tense psychological thriller in the vein of other white knuckle rides like THE HITCHER, RED EYE, PANIC ROOM and THE VANISHING.

So what attracted Dyer to the role? “Frankie is a complex guy, he’s not *just* a “psycho.”” says Danny. “He’s a tortured soul, but not one of those fellas Hollywood asks you to believe the hostage will identify with and even try and help get away. This guy is evil, but we can see why he’s ended up like this.”

DEVIATION is written and directed by JK Amalou (HARD MEN, THE MAN WHO WOULD BE QUEEN)

Heard of him, never met him.

produced by J.K., Lara Greenway (CRIKEY VILLAINS)

Ooh, I know her! She’s pretty, And fun, in a slightly bonkers way.

and Michael Riley (VAMPIRE DIARY, OUTLANDERS, SUGARHOUSE, LAVA)

Don’t know him either.

Well there you go … certainly sounds a damn sight more interesting than the next email:

Hi,friend 

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 If you need these products, look at this website will be a clever choice.
I am sure you will get many surprise and benefits.

Greetings!

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BAFTA – access all areas – screenwriting

Have you seen this?

BAFTA have launched a Screenwriters’ Lecture Series on their website.

David Hare, Peter Morgan, Aline Brosh McKenna, Simon Beaufoy, Christopher Hampton and Ronald Harwood (whose credits include Atonement, The Devil wears Prada, Frost/Nixon, Slumdog Millionaire, and The Reader) give their opinion on the craft, the films they have written and their career so far.

The result is a series of exclusive videos, clips and profiles providing a fascinating insight into the discipline and culture of screenwriting. It’s a great and rare opportunity for all types of screenwriters out there to listen in on the experiences and advice of these recognised Screenwriters: http://www.bafta.org/access-all-areas/screenwriting/

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Go get grubby

Is it wrong to be unreasonably attracted to Dirt Girl? Or Dirty Girl as Alice calls her:

Come on, look at her. Look at those come to bed eyes and that flirty smile. And check out her singing voice:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/cbeebies/dirtgirlworld/songs/gogetgrubby/

“Come on outside, there’s a million grubby things that we can do.”

“… because my favourite thing, I’ve found; is when I get grubby.”

You filthy bitch.

If I were a different type of father, I’d probably be outraged at the level of smut and innuendo my darling two year-old is being exposed to.

But I’m not. So I’ll just sit back and enjoy said filth.

Dirt Girl. Look at her. She wants me.

Probably.

Um … this is a filler post in case I’m too busy to actually write something new. It’s 2009 here, what time is it there?

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