Today I did what I said I would do for at least two and possibly three weeks: I faxed my resume around town for internships. Okay, not so much around town as around Burbank; I decided to think locally, act locally to start out with.
I sent out five or six resumes to begin with, all to production companies residing on studio lots. I've also set up two interviews. I haven't done a serious job interview in nine years. I wasn't even old enough to vote nine years ago. (And if you believe that...) I'll probably be older than all the development execs I go in to talk to. I was probably older than the execs nine years ago.
I even sent my resume to one production company that my friend Max told me I might not want to get involved with, because the guy in charge is a male-chauvinist, misogynistic pig, but I like the guy's films -- they're not deep, they're movies. (So, yes, that does rule out male-chauvinististic, misogynistic pig director Oliver Stone, whom I wouldn't work for unless he signed over a big check for one of my screenplays and then I'd get rewritten anyhow.)
I also read the screenplay for the new version of The Day Of The Jackal, by Chuck Pfarrer and Kevin Jarre. (Shhhh! I can't tell you where I got it from.) The movie's going to star Bruce Willis (as the Jackal) and Richard Gere. All I can say is: get me rewrite! The Jackal half of the story is very good -- very contemporary (the story's been updated, so the target isn't Charles de Gaulle any more) and minutely plotted. The chase half of the story is a mess -- who's in charge here? They need to justify Richard Gere's character a wee bit more. Actually, a hell of a lot more.
Nice ending though.
(Hey, what do I know about movies? Maybe it'll make a great movie as is.)
So this wasn't a scholastically intense day, but I felt as though I'd worked a little towards "my career".
No, I didn't go work out today; don't ask. There's always tomorrow.