Lettter To The Under-Appreciated Producer (aka One & All)
Do producers ever get enough love? Is our work acknowledged for what it is? I hear from other producers, and when they speak openly and honestly, they often say no.
It’s not a constant song, but it is a refrain I know quite well. It is not self-pity. Producers don’t wallow, but sometimes a producer—sometimes a stranger to me, sometimes a close friend—would still share with me their experience of making their film, their labor of love.
The movie comes out, and now it is only about the director. They were once so close, virtually married or the bestest of best friends, but now, it feels like they never really knew each other.
This is my letter to the under appreciated producer; maybe it is the letter I wish someone sent to me.