I am back into a "normal" mode after being really tired from work. I went to Borders and bought a couple of DVD's. One of them is really amazing. It contains a documentary on the last years of Orson Welle's life. It chronicled the 1970's and 1980's when he was considered a washed up, has been by Hollywood. It was sad to see that the man who basically created the modern movie at 24 with "Citizen Kane" was reduced to making home movies at his house. And it was truly sad to see his streak of bad luck that made him unable to finish the few decent projects that came his way. Something that cemented even more his reputation as a relic from the past.
Being in a profession where creativity is the name of the game, it makes one wonder. Wonder when the day comes when one is considered "an old fart", " a hack". Is it a few years down the path? Am I there already?
That's why in our profession one must always have a plan B. An escape plan. A plan to put into effect when the industry figures they're better off by hiring a rookie, paying him or her $20,000 and exploit him or her until the wee hours of the morning with the promise of "an advertising award". A plan when the industry does that and blames it on the fact that you're a "has been".
As to my plan B, well, I'll write about that some other time.
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