It was many years ago.
I was a much younger man.
I was fresh out of college and still getting my career off the ground.
I had wound up in Louisiana where there was a booming film industry because of a lucrative tax credit that tempted many studios to move productions to the state.
I was working as an office assistant on a big budget movie, and I was just excited to have a job in movies, even if it paid so little. It was enough to survive.
The career was being a freelancer, and I was still adjusting to the fact that my job wouldn’t be like a lot of other people I knew. And over time, the only people I would know would be other freelancers always fighting for the next gig, the next paycheck.
In an industry in which there are a lot of egos, one certainly can imagine what it must be like to be around famous actors and snobby producers.
Beyond the names on the movie poster, there are a great many people in the film and television world who have large egos simply because they are in the “industry.”
We don’t save lives or make the world a better place. One could argue we make it a worse place.
However, that doesn’t stop so many from thinking of themselves as not “normal people.”
In a job working on a movie that costs more than the GDP of small countries, you’re bound to bump into ego after ego after ego after ego…
Yet, one memory sticks out.
One of the producers of the film, the top of the chain, was as tall as he was important.
He was like a redwood.
Huge, a mighty presence, had seen through much of his time.
I often described him as looking like a Republican senator from the South who was constantly being asked to run for President. For some reason, we prefer tall Presidents in the United States.
Anyway, he was certainly someone who commanded any room he was in.
He had a long and storied career in film.
He started from the bottom and worked his way to the top.