For mere mortals, moving is already a pain in the ass. For Hollywood producers? You also have to contend with Judd Apatow blowing up your spot to Gawker, just because your assistant forgot to use BCC on an email.
Hell hath no fury like a B-level director scorned.
In the one-sided battle for agency superiority, Hollywood's best agencies made Halloween their bloody battleground yesterday. So whose Halloween-themed hallowed halls were the most frighteningly fantastic?
It's hard being the child of a Hollywood dealmaker—on one hand you get to have all those cool celebrities pop in at your bat mitzvahs, but on the other, Ari Emanuel just made daddy get rid of his second assistant, so now who's going to make your scale model of the solar system for the Harvard-Westlake science fair? Luckily, the top talent agencies have all united in their quest to make the lives of poor little rich kids significantly more enriching, if only for this spookiest of days.
Trapper Keeper doodle rapper and oral sex apologist Kitty Pryde is no stranger to controversy—just ask Danny Brown. So when freelance "journalist" M.T. Richards started harassing her over e-mail this past 4th of July, about a story he pretended he was writing, her responses were not only remarkable for their restraint, but also their intelligence.
CAA agents are known not only for being some of the most industrious ten-percenters in town, but also the most loving and nurturing bosses around. Just kidding! CAA agents are known for being insufferable douchebags, generally with an inflated sense of self and lacking in cursory knowledge of basic computer functions.
What do you get when you combine laziness, stupidity, near-permanent digital memory, and a suffocating, overwrought sense of entitlement? Thousands of horrible, unforgettable emails filling up Gmail archives across Hollywood. (Just ask Harris Wittels. Or me.)
Writers, by nature, are passive-aggressive, easily agitated creatures prone to taking their work too seriously. Those with the "thickest skin" (or "hide" if you're more literary-minded) have developed this imaginary armor usually through repeated bouts of public criticism and have learned to compartmentalize some of their glaring shortcomings by either a) correcting them or b) ignoring them. Both are successful tracks, usually, and those with the most impenetrable outer layers tend to develop immunity and go about their business accordingly, blissfully aware of their station in life.
This hotel, nestled away on a steep hill in West Hollywood, is known for the excess of both its ghosts and living guests. But did you know how exceptional the staff is here? Truly. They are doting and accommodating throughout all stations, effortlessly pleasant to all ye who enter here, celebrity or poseur; wealthy European tourist or lifelong Angelenos.
