The WGA and AMPTP started talking again after Thanksgiving, allowing us all to hope the writers' strike would come to an end sometime soon. But, yesterday, things took a turn for the worse. The grim play-by-play: The producers submitted an apparently bullshit proposal that the writers then went off to discuss. When the writers didn't come back to the table all eager to accept, the producers got pissy and told the writers the proposal was a take-it-or-leave it deal. The writers told the producers they could go fuck themselves. Both sides issued statements to the effect that the other side is full of assholes. The producers tried playing the victim card by whipping out this whopper:
Under no circumstances will we knowingly participate in the destruction of this business.
Uh, movie and TV producers? Unless I'm wrong about how it all works, you're the people who allow folks like Jim Carrey to make movies like The Number 23. So, sorry, but you've been knowingly participating in the destruction of the business. Seriously - give the damn writers their cut of the streaming video revenue and whatever else it is they want. If for no other reason than to spare us the sight of John Edwards down there again making like the big union man, waving a sign around while not a single hair on his freakishly giant head is moved by the breeze.
And please, could you make this all happen quick? I need to know if Niki got blown up in the warehouse explosion, and if Nathan is really dead, and if Mohinder is finally going to admit his feelings for Peter and have hot, steamy man-sex with him.
Heroes - the soap opera for dorks.
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