Wednesday, March 16, 2011

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Saturday, March 12, 2011

Chuck Lorre: How to Create a Hit Sitcom


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How to Create a Hit Sitcom by Chuck Lorre

HOW TO CREATE A HIT SITCOM

A simple, step-by-step guide to prime time success.

by Chuck Lorre
© April 2004

Start drinking early. I don't mean early in the day. I mean early in life. Eight years old oughta do the trick. Heavy drinking isn't necessary. All you need is enough hooch to get through a Cub Scout meeting without tearing your skin off.

Your ability to make the big bucks as a sitcom writer is directly tied to the sickness of your parents. Stop whining to your therapist and send mom and dad a thank you note for royally fucking you up.

Fail to become a member of any group worth joining. Once again, this is something you need to get an early start on. Whether it be athletics, academics or crime, make sure you don't measure up. Social rejection combined with the hard-wired damage done by your folks creates the insecurity and self-loathing necessary for a writer to "know where the funny is."

Nurture your fear of women. Long for them. Ache for them. But always keep in mind that you don't deserve them. If you should happen to get involved with one, always remember: If she loves you there is something fundamentally wrong with her. You just can't see it yet.

Don't start as a sitcom writer. Find something you love more than life itself and then fail at it. Once the reason God put you here has been revealed to be a cruel hoax, you'll be a better team player. Thoroughly defeated people are more inclined to take those tough network notes.

Don't be afraid to experiment with soul-crushing poverty. You'll find yourself ahead of the pack when it comes time to write that warm, family sitcom because you know what it means to enjoy a big bowl of ketchup soup.

Don't cheat yourself out of being a colitis patient in a rundown teaching hospital. Dealing with psychotic sitcom divas is a snap for someone who's had an anesthetic-free colonoscopy in front of twenty giggling med students.

Join a religious cult. Any cult will do. Just make sure they promise you the one thing you desperately need: power over people, places and things. When, after many years and thousands of dollars you still don't have power over your ulcerative colon, become a bitter door-to-door greeting card salesman and patiently await the day when you can sell your cult accessories on eBay.

Marry a woman who is beautiful, kind and loving and encourages you to drink.

Have a kid when you're poor and uninsured. Convincing an OB-GYN and an anesthesiologist to perform a caesarean section on credit is invaluable training for really tense pitch meetings. In fact this is such a helpful exercise, have another kid so you can do it twice.

Walk in the first door that opens. It doesn't matter if it's the door you want. Someone wants you to write shitty Saturday morning cartoons in order to sell a bunch of shitty toys? What do you care? You left your last shred of personal dignity in the teaching hospital. And your kids still don't have medical insurance. Write the damn thing and see if the check bounces. If it doesn't, write as many as you can before they find out you don't have a fucking clue what you're doing.

Ignore your ignorance and make yourself irreplaceable. Work harder than everyone else. If it helps you get through the night, con yourself into thinking that your My Little Pony script will actually impart life lessons to some snot-nosed, lead paint licking kid somewhere.

Eat staggering amounts of condescending shit from condescending assholes who don't have children and whose only hope of getting any is with candy and a panel truck.

Now that you've scratched and clawed your way into a stable, well-paying job writing Saturday morning cartoons, watch passively as your wife runs out and buys a house. There's nothing like a big mortgage to make sure you don't quit a job that has already begun to kill you.

Don't be complacent. A moving target is harder to hit. When the limited animation geniuses go home at night you stay late and write sitcom and drama spec scripts. It doesn't matter if your next job involves writing, "Hey, which one of you kids put a chicken in my pants?" Or, "We caught a floater in the East River. John Doe, shot twice at the base of the skull with a small caliber pistol. Probably a twenty-two." Your goal is to charge through the first open door that has health insurance, residuals and enough prestige to show those dickweeds in high school just how wrong they were about you.

Slowly start to destroy your marriage because of many of the unresolved issues mentioned above.

Now that you're working it's easy to get an agent. Don't dwell on the fact that the little fuckers wanted nothing to do with you when you were unemployed. Get one anyway. It doesn't even matter which one you pick. For the sake of simplicity, take the first one who says they love your writing. Don't get hung up on whether or not they're lying. You'll be firing them soon.

Get your first freelance, sitcom writing assignment for which you are paid the incredible sum of six thousand dollars. Become a proud member of the WGA for the incredible entry fee of six thousand dollars. Attend a 'new members' cocktail party and feel like you've finally joined a club worth belonging to. Enjoy the night immensely because you're blissfully unaware that the next WGA event you'll attend will require you to carry a picket sign.

Roll your freelance success into your first sitcom staff job. Sure it's an embarrassingly silly show, but you don't embarrass easily. You still have vivid memories of playing guitar and singing "Big Bad Leroy Brown" at a Filipino wedding in Long Beach for forty dollars and all the lamb kabob you can eat.

Continue to work harder than anyone else so you can't be fired. Turn in your first script which follows the executive producer's outline beat for beat. Almost get fired. Quickly write another script which follows your instincts and get an atta boy. Learn a priceless lesson that you will ignore over and over again during the course of your career.

Write four scripts in succession that are produced and get paid for none of them because "term writers don't get script fees." This is your first clue that the WGA is not completely on the ball.

Continue to eat condescending shit from condescending assholes while working fifteen to seventeen hours a day and six days a week. Discover the boundless joy of driving home when the sun is coming up. Make friends for life with the aforementioned assholes because you are now one of them.

Drink more. You can afford the good stuff now.

Notice that writers further up the food chain are quitting in frustration. Take this as an opportunity to ask for a promotion. Get one. What the hell, ask for another. Get it. Rise from term writer to supervising producer in two and a half years because you are a glutton for punishment and everyone else quit. Remember the phrase "two and a half" for later use.

After three years of miserable, seventy hour weeks someone at the network belatedly realizes that when the premise of a show is two men who have never met agreeing to live together and raise the daughter of a dead woman they both slept with twelve years ago because either one of them could be the little girl's father but no one wants to go to the trouble of taking a blood test, the show should be cancelled.

Facing unemployment, fight to get on a hit show that everyone else is fighting to get off of because the star, while undeniably talented, has a few personal issues not to mention a coke-addicted boyfriend she just made executive producer. Consider the shit you've lived through and think, "How tough could it be?"

Quickly discover that working on this show causes you to look back at the anesthetic-free colonoscopy with fond nostalgia. Sign non-disclosure forms that threaten you with dismissal and legal action if you tell anyone the truth about what actually goes on there.

Take more abuse than you ever considered possible but hang in there for two years and fifty episodes because you're making more money in a week than your father made in a year. Think to yourself, "The suffering and sacrifice of my ancestors is redeemed through my success," in order to avoid thinking, "If I'm a whore, does that make my agent a mack daddy?"

Become single again and, after an initial surge of joy and freedom, discover that she was not the reason for your misery. Oh, well, no time for self-reflection now, you're on your path to creating a hit sitcom!

Quit drinking. For almost a whole day.

Roughly nine years after walking through that first door, finally get a chance to create your hit sitcom. But it won't really be yours. You have no creative clout. Your employers have lots of clout so, ignoring the priceless lesson, rely on their series premise, their casting choices and their comic instincts. Your hit sitcom is cancelled in five weeks. Your employer calls it a "noble failure", but noble isn't the word used in any of the reviews. The word putrid is used twice.

Get back on your feet by pitching a single-camera film comedy based on Douglas Adam's "Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency." Your employers think it's a swell idea but instead want you to write a sitcom about a blue collar single mom on videotape. You see little room for compromise.

Write a heart-warming script about an heroic single mom who struggles against overwhelming odds to raise her children and make a new life for herself. Fail to take into account that the gal cast by your employers to play mom, hates kids, hates people, hates sitcoms and, most importantly, hates you.

Wake up to discover you have created a hit sitcom and Ralph's doesn't sell enough Stoli to ease the pain. Find yourself looking back at the bent superstar and her twitchy consort with fond nostalgia.

Quit the hit show you created and get right to work creating another hit sitcom for another wack-job diva because you are just plain stupid. Get fired from your second hit show because the co-star wins a fucking Emmy... and you're stupid.

FINALLY learn from your mistakes and create a hit show with wonderful, loving people. Late in the second season during a rehearsal suddenly realize they are not going to hurt you.

Stop drinking.

Marry again. This time to a beautiful, warm and loving woman who encourages you to drink water.

Write a half dozen pilot scripts that are used as landfill. Write and produce three busted pilots in a row because you think you know what's wrong with TV comedy, but are really still stupid.

Then, when you're about to quit the business in disgust, write a pilot script with an old friend. Not because you like him. No one really likes him. Write it because he has two young kids, dental problems that would scare English people, and if he doesn't write something quickly he'll lose his WGA health insurance, which is something you know about. Anyway, a script is written and when it's time to come up with a title, the phrase "two and a half" effortlessly floats into your consciousness.

To everyone's surprise and delight, the script attracts an incredibly talented, easy-going, warm and generous star. The star attracts a green light. Green lights attract Jimmy Burrows. He has script notes. You have creative clout now, ignore them.

Brilliant, sane actors join the cast. A young boy who was obviously a world-class actor in a previous life and is simply picking up where he left off makes the whole thing feel like it's really going to happen.

A group of extraordinary writers overlook that you're a condescending asshole pummeling them with condescending shit and help you make a great pilot. Great pilots get killer time slots. Killer time slots get lots of viewers. Lots of viewers are required for a sitcom to be considered a hit... if the viewers come back week after week.

They come back.

Drive to your big, fancy house in your big, fancy car, drop to your knees and whisper, "Thank you, God, for showing me this simple, step-by-step guide to prime time success but couldn't we have done this without the teaching hospital?"

Share the guide with others.

"TROLLS SUFFER FROM SHEENIS ENVY" - Charlie Sheen

Monday, March 7, 2011

Sheen's-Korner Torpedoes of Truth Episode 3

Warner: Sheen Fired From 'Two And A Half Men' and Charlie Tweets For An Intern

LOS ANGELES -- Charlie Sheen was fired Monday from "Two and a Half Men" by Warner Bros. Television following repeated misbehavior and weeks of the actor's angry, often-manic media campaign against his studio bosses.
The move was taken after "careful consideration" and is effective immediately, the studio said in a statement. No decision has been made on the show's future without its star, said Paul McGuire, a Warner spokesman.
The actor, who has used TV, radio and social media to create a big megaphone for himself, was not silent for long.
In a text to The Associated Press, Sheen responded, with the F-word and "They lose," followed by the word "Trolls." Asked if he planned to sue, Sheen texted back, "Big." As for his next move, Sheen texted, "A big one."
A call to his attorney, Marty Singer, for comment was not immediately returned. 

Star Wants To Hire Intern With 'TigerBlood'

Sheen might be out of work, but he's hiring.
Shortly before CBS announced Monday that it had fired Sheen from "Two and a Half Men," the actor tweeted Monday that he wants to hire an intern to assist him. The tweet is a paid-for endorsement from the year-old website Internships.com.
"I'm looking to hire a winning INTERN with TigerBlood," read the message.
The posting on Internships.com describes the position as a paid, eight-week job for the summer to "work closely with Charlie Sheen in leveraging his social network."
The application form isn't exactly extensive: Applicants must summarize themselves in 75 characters or less.
The partnership was arranged by start-up ad.ly, which connects celebrities with advertisers for social media ads. Sheen has officially signed on with ad.ly after the Beverly Hills-based company consulted with him last week to familiarize him with Twitter.
Asked whether Internships.com had any reservations about partnering with Sheen, CEO Robin Richards replied, "Charlie Sheen is an A-list actor for seven years in a row."
"We thought we could really highlight and help students and companies realize that this resource was available for them," says Richards, who is also an ad.ly board member.
Ad.ly earlier helped Sheen join Twitter and get his account immediately verified so that users could separate the real Sheen from the many copycat accounts. Sheen took little more than a day to reach 1 million followers, a record. He had more than 2 million followers as of Monday afternoon.
All the attention has brought a huge amount of exposure to the business of social media advertising. Though companies have been working advertisements into Twitter and Facebook for more than two years, it's a sometimes unnoticed practice.
"A lot of people know about the business now," says Ad.ly CEO Arnie Gullov-Singh. "It's a validation of the business that we're building and the overall industry changes that we're a part of."
Micro-endorsements can net a celebrity anywhere from $1,000 to the low five figures per tweet, with ad.ly's top celebrities earning about $10,000 per tweet. Ad.ly and Internships.com declined to discuss the financial arrangements of the deal with Sheen. Pricing is frequently structured on the number of clicks an advertiser gets via the ad, with $1-2 per click.
Ad.ly's roster of celebrities with whom it has worked include Mariah Carey, Kim Kardashian, Chris Brown, 50 Cent, Paris Hilton and soccer star Cristiano Ronaldo. In the last year, it has placed 24,000 endorsements for 150 brands and raised more than $6 million in venture capital.
Last year, ad.ly was behind a tweet sent by Snoop Dogg, sponsoring Toyota: "These homies know the deal. Wonder if this swagger waggon can fit 22's? SPINNIN!"
A staff of 22 includes several workers who specialize in writing such tweets in the voice of the respective celebrity.
Gullov-Singh sees celebrities as "the driving force of social media."
"Brands want to get their arms around social media and celebrities are social media," Gullov-Singh says. "So that's where we set off to connect to the dots and create value."
There are other start-ups with a similar focus, including Izea, Assetize and Magpie. But it's also not only a specialized business, with many individuals and companies making arrangements without a third party.
The Orlando, Fla.-based Izea, founded in 2006, put together a 12-day campaign for Microsoft with Sean "Diddy" Combs sending a Microsoft-tagged message once a day for a week on Facebook and Twitter. It included giveaways, charity donations and an Xbox contest.
"It's got to be relevant to someone's fans or someone's followers," says Dan Rua, chairman of Izea. "The driving effort is really: Make sure the conversation is relevant to the people involved. If you're giving quality, relevant content that gets people excited, then you're going to do all right."
Advertising in social media, though, has its risks. One of social media's most popular characteristics is its seemingly unfettered access to celebrities. Though ads are required to be disclosed, any relationship becomes less personal once someone is hawking Toyotas. But at the same time, entertainers supply a wealth of content to their fans on social media for free.
"There's always a group of people that think everything should be free. That's just naïve," Gullov-Singh says. "When we started ad.ly, our friends at Google looked at us scornfully and said, 'How can you be polluted the stream?' We said, 'Dude, look in the mirror. Look at your company. Your entire business is based on putting ads on everything."
"Celebrities are creating content and they have a right to monetize it," Gullov-Singh adds. "Otherwise, why should they do it?"

Sunday, March 6, 2011

OPEN LETTER TO CHARLIE SHEEN

OPEN LETTER TO CHARLIE SHEEN (FROM AN OBSCURE HOBO)

Inside every actor is a closet writer, secretly wishing he could take credit for the words he brings to life. Inside each writer is a closet actor, secretly wishing he could suspend the disbelief and actuate the words he penned. Those who do both are the rare breed - achievers of greatness - they are the ones who can credibly stand and deliver the Charlie Sheenism known as "winning". To put it another way, healthy schizophrenia of mind masters who are neither defensive nor offensive for they are the game, a strata far different than the field on which the player lives.

Wrap your mind around that, Charlie Sheen - and allow the afterburners to cool or risk inevitable burnout. Intentional sabotage and the potential for a successful recovery has nothing to do with winning. You rigged your game. You played yourself out. A setup where one can only hope to break even. THAT should be Sheen's mantra. BREAKEVEN. You dig a hole. Jump into it. Climb out. Filll the hole. No gain. If it cost you time and energy - non recoverable assets - then in actuality - you lost. And it's hard to accept losses when you are an achiever. Chant WINNING a million times to yourself - but what is - still is - and those are the FACTS of your life which put you back on track - so the potential to achieve is reborn. Don't say HOPE is for losers - unless you can include yourself. For the narcissist - it is difficult at best, but more likely near impossible to see through the eyes of another and understand empathism. Actors do it as make believe - and as believable as possible - justified as the cost of fame and fortune.

Beyond the spotlight is where you are truly defined - not condemned - though as you judge others through your perception, you too, are judged, A natural human trait. The definition is the key and the larger the controversy is over it proves out the adage that the "truth lies somewhere in the middle". You cannot ever force your own definition upon someone with the expectation of it being swallowed whole. So, Mr. Sheen - get over it - I mean - get over yourself. Give yourself and us all a break - and fans will pay - friends will stay - and your family will be with you right on through old age and beyond - for them you're defined by their memories. For you - you self define ultimately in the transition period of a moment - your last conscious one - between life and death. I hope you are satisfied with those inevitable thoughts to come. Those before us have been there and everyone else is heading there. If it's what you think about yourself that counts the most, and it is - remember foresight - for that is the vision you need to assure yourself of an inner smile of peace as you exit life.

Ambo

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Charlie Sheen Goes Ustream with Sheen's Korner - Premiere Episode




If this is comedy, - Lindsay, Brittany, Amy Winehouse and Robert Downey Jr should have me doubling over with tears of laughter streaming down my face. Corey Haim, Kurt Cobain, John Belushi, Chris Farley, Michael Jackson, Hendrix, Morrison, Joplin, Elvis and others are speechless in the hereafter and must be Sheens biggest fans... Now figure that out...
Oops - let's not forget Sam Kinison... though he died clean and sober... Irony is a motherfucker...

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