Actually, the whole process is interesting. It takes so long to film a single page of the script. They keep cutting and resetting and cutting and resetting, and then they change the camera angle, and then they change it again. I get it, it makes sense, but wow: it’s kind of a big waste of time. I know that television is a bit different, as they’re on a much stricter timetable, but it really has to be hard for people to see the vision of the piece, or at least feel the journey of the characters when they keep cutting and resetting. “Hey,” I approach Johnny as he comes off set for a quick sip of water, “what are the chances that you could introduce me to the screenwriter?” He looks around, focusing on a few people around the camera. “Yeah, I could do that. Why? The dude is kind of old.” He pushes his hair back. “And honestly, I think he might be gay.” “Johnny, I’m not asking you for a hook up.” I playfully slap his chest. “I want to talk to him about being a writer.”
