BrockLi Soup

I’ve always thought that it would be a pretty great feeling to have directed or produced a movie. The actual directing and producing is probably a bitch, but once that’s all done, there has to be an immense sense of accomplishment.

TV is probably similar; a live news or sports program is likely frantic at the time, but very satisfying once finished. A weekly program is sort of like a short movie every week: lots of work, but a tangible end-game.

When I was finishing college, I thought I’d really like to be involved in some kind of media. I even looked for jobs at newspapers, thinking that might be a stepping stone into the more visual world of film and television. Obviously, I didn’t wind up there, and for a number of reasons, it’s probably for the best. Even so, when watching the “Making Of” featurettes on DVDs, I can’t help but think that I’d enjoy being involved somewhere along the way. I am most satisfied with any job where I can say, “This is what I made” when all is said and done, and with a movie, there is definitely something showable at the end of things.

I don’t know where I’m going with this. I guess I just want to appear in a making-of featurette. Someone should get on that.

This Film Is Not Yet Rated was WAY better than I expected. As it turns out, there’s a panel of eight secret “average American parents” who rate every movie that comes through the MPAA. I never really thought much about movie ratings before seeing this, but those eight people have significant weight in the industry. A movie with an NC-17 rating is difficult to market, a lot of theaters won’t show it, and Wal-Mart and Blockbuster - two of the biggest video retailers in America - won’t stock it. If a filmmaker can’t convince them that the movie is suitable for an R, they have a hell of a time making it profitable.

I probably wouldn’t pay to see it a second time (only because it’s a documentary), but I would definitely see it again and I’d recommend every see it.