So, I got dressed up this morning -- that is to say, I put on a dress, rather than my usual jeans and a t-shirt or shorts and t-shirt -- and headed off to Warner Bros. to have Interview #1 at the mega-producer's company. As I was sitting in the production company's waiting room I looked up at the framed movie posters and realized, I've seen most of these movies. And they're the main kind of movies I like.
I talked to the guy in charge of the interns, and I rapidly got the idea that I am a wildly, wildly overqualified intern. He wanted to know if I was talking to anyone else. Yes, I said, a few other production companies, but I'd have an answer by Monday.
As it turned out, one of the other production companies is right next door. Nice work, Diane.
After the interview I went home and did a few things. Then I went out to run errands, among which was "get my car cleaned." Interesting LA factoid: there are NO drive-through car washes. In fact, no one has any idea what I'm talking about when I say, drive-through car wash. Hello? Anyhow, I got my car cleaned. I've been told that you shouldn't have a clean car in Los Angeles; it just attracts thieves. But I couldn't go on driving the Dirtmobile.
I went to USC to hear the guest speaker, Bonnie Hunt. I have to admit, I had no idea who Bonnie Hunt was. But she was great -- a definite character. She's had two sitcoms on the air that evidently were very funny but too weird for the networks. And she's said it's very hard being a woman alone without a man to back her up. The networks want the man. I love this industry.
(There's a very sad scene on Homicide with Frank and his wife and their baby -- and all I can think is, that's one cute baby. Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.)
Then I raced back to the Warners lot to have my second interview at the second production company, the one right next to the first one, the one run by a director/producer. The scariest thing about this house was that everyone I met there, save one, was younger than me. Gack.
Both of these places would be good. I don't know what to do. I know, these are unpaid internships, it's not the end of the world, I'm not going to be blacklisted because I took an internship at one end of this corridor as opposed to the other end. (I'm even thinking of calling another GSPer who's looking for an internship and asking if she wants the one that I don't take.)
I definitely like the idea of working at a place that's successful, that makes movies, so I can see how movies really are made. What successful producers are looking for.
(Oh my God. I can't continue watching Homicide. I'm going to die of sadness watching this show. I've started crying again. I never cry at television.)