For the next couple of days, I’m working at the Director’s Guild Awards. It’s a funny kind of show, where prominent members of a powerful union get together to jack each other off (metaphorically, for the most part) in the ballroom of a luxury hotel. The irony is not lost on anyone that it is produced as a non-union show. You can’t write stuff like this, unless you’re in WGA, perhaps.
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