This weekend, I had the surreal experience of attending a legitimate film festival in my hometown.  I’m not from TriBeCa or Toronto or Cannes and there was no red carpet, but the 9^th annual FilmColumbia Festival of Film (www.filmcolumbia.com) does bring in some big-deal movies to the small town of Chatham in upstate New York.  The Crandall Theater on Main Street was built in 1928 as a vaudeville theater and has only one screen and two toilets, but it can handle being packed to the brim with out-of-towners for four days straight every October.  I am pleased to offer my insider’s perspective and reviews exclusively on IndustryNexus.com, mostly because my mom’s a volunteer and got me free tickets.

I know I have been MIA once again. So much has happened – finished my pilot, got notes from people, reoutlined it, now rewriting it… But you want to hear about writers’ assistant life, right? So here goes…

It’s not easy being an Oasis fan.  In the 14 years since their rollicking debut Definitely Maybe and 13 since the crossover stateside smash (What’s the Story) Morning Glory?, we’ve seen our favorite knuckleheaded Britpoppers slide slowly into full-blown mediocrity and musical cannon fodder for hipsters and critics alike.  

Dear Reason,

I work in a 12 person office. It's me and a bunch of guys. I don't mind being "one of the guys," but I'm starting to wonder if they're getting too comfortable. Because while I think their "I totally nailed her" comments are just a sad commentary on men on the whole and don't take it very seriously, this company will eventually grow, and not all women (or men. Or CLIENTS) are going to be as cool as I am. And the boss is the worst! I might as well just call him Mr. Misogynist.

I don't want to tell these guys to clean up their act, and I really don't think I necessarily should. And yet...they do need to learn that this wouldn't fly in most companies.

Thoughts?

Just call me Elaine