I wrote this take in the beautiful Four Seasons Hotel, Beverly Hills, LA – which is entirely appropriate for this story. It is very early in the morning local time andÂ I am unable to sleep – so writing is a good idea, plus I haveÂ stuff on my mind…
(I have never met Anne Hathaway)
Regular readers of Eclipsed will know this, as it was all explained in Take 86).
I was last in LA forÂ meetingsÂ about two of my own screenplays. ThisÂ trip was not a success. I paid for it all myself. So a smallÂ seat, shitty hotel and I nearly died a few times driving myself back and forth across LA to meetings in which I wanted to die.
On this ill-fated trip, had someone foretoldÂ that in 2012, I would finally return to LA on an all expenses paid four day visit, staying at The Four Seasons via a big seat and all picked up by a film studio – I would have smiled ruefully.
So I was on the right path after all?Â I can wait 6 years. 6 years in film is nothing.
AndÂ now that this trip has come aroundÂ -Â albeit forÂ myÂ son’s exploits in film and not my own butÂ I amÂ loving it.
It is both brilliant and hilarious and I couldn’t have made itÂ up.