The Show Must Go On
If you were involved in a movie, would you rather be the director, the producer, or the lead performer? (Note: you can’t be the writer!).
Back in the days when I was a cinema usherette – and yes, I was an usherette, not an usher or any fancier name they’ve since invented for what is essentially one of the most boring jobs in the world – when I was an usherette, I used to entertain myself, after the first showing or two of any film, by picking the faults in the continuity: the odd intrusive overhead wire, a slight change in hairdo from one sentence to the next – you’d be surprised.
And even though neither of my two usheretting stints lasted more than a few months (it was the job I had between theatre jobs), I got to be remarkably good at it. Presumably it developed my eye for detail: made me a picky little piece. So if I had to be involved in a movie, that’s the job I’d choose. Or preferably assistant continuity person. Or assistant to the assistant…
However, as I said in last year’s pass at this prompt (see further down the grid) the very idea of being in that position brings me out in a rash. Various of my family have been/are involved in that world, and of all the professional jungles out there…