Earlier this evening I was double-checking the initial estimated budget for a New York / L.A. shoot, and for a while felt like one of those old-timey accountants, punching in numbers on a calculator and scribbling little notes here and there with my pen.
But then I thought of the movie "Vanya on 42nd street", and how at the end of the movie Vanya and his family are hunched over a table at nighttime, reviewing sheets of accounts. What were they double-checking on those sheets of paper, anyway? It always seemed vague and somewhat perplexing how these charactes from 100 years ago could get so focused on these numbers for forty straight years, and have their lives eventually become consumed. (Of course, I've only been at my job a few weeks, whereas several of the staff have been there for years.) Maybe independent production studios are the modern-day equivalent of Vanya's house.
And the sisters who keep repeating "Let's go to Moscow. I really want to go to Moscow," would be the P.A.'s and interns who say, "Let's make a film. I have an idea for a film. We should go out and make it." And who knows if the film ever gets made.
I realize I'm mixing up my plays, but it's the same writer in both cases.