The Writers’ Strike – Emma Brand’s Take

Welcome back to the blog.  After a long day at work, I look forward to sitting my butt on the couch, and watching some amazing television.  I know that I write a lot about reality shows, hell, I watch a ton of reality shows.  The truth is, though, I watch a lot of television period.  Probably too much, I will grant that premise.

But this week, instead of surfing the internet and downloading shows I love, or getting news about how much more fake the Hills really is.  Seriously, apparently Lauren and Heidi are secret friends? I have also spent a fair amount of time trying to understand why the writers that write my favorite shows have walked out…

Here is how it boils down:  Basically, the production companies and the networks give no residual payments (zero) for any  of the downloads or online streaming of the shows or movies.  What are residuals?  Well, they are payments based on percentage for every time that shows are re-run or bought on DVD.  The percentage given to writers are pretty low.  For instance, apparently every time you buy a DVD for $19.99, the writer gets a whoppin four cents.  You read that correctly.  I will grant you that this adds up, but let’s face it, it ain’t much.  However, the term “residual” and what rates are paid for what happens with the show or the movie script that the writers have penned themselves don’t apply to a lot of how we are all now receiving our television.  Now, the writers are paid for re-runs that show up on late night television and the small percentage of DVD sales.  That hasn’t always been the case.  Writers used to get absolutely nothing for anytime their show was put into syndication.  The best example I have seen was related to I Love Lucy.  That show has been on television for fifty straight years – it has entertained the viewing audience (some more than others) for that long.  The only thing those writers were paid was for their original script – and that’s it.

The change in how television is viewed is clear.  In the last 3-5 years, networks have been streaming full episodes of their shows for free online.  Also, services like Apple’s Itunes and Amazon’s Unbox, and most recently NBC’s Hulu have begun to sell those same episodes for download.  When you watch the episode for free online, there are often several 30 second commercial breaks.  Even though you watch for free, the network gets ad revenue from you watching (most likely based on the number of views).  When you pay $1.99 for an episode of Lost on iTunes, ABC turns a profit.  The writers, as of their current contract, receive NOTHING from any of that.  The networks are calling these electronic views “promotions.”  I think we all know that doesn’t pass “the smell test.”  It smells pretty bad, in fact.  So the writers’ contract is up, and the networks don’t want to give the writers squat.  And so now they strike.

Actors are joining them on the picket line even though they are members of the Screen Actors’ Guild, because their contract is up in June of next year, and they will also want similar residuals.  It will make a difference.  Think about a writer who writes a brilliant movie and sells a script to a studio.  They may write 10 more before a studio buys another one.  They may need those residuals from DVD sales or online downloads to bring in small checks to get them by until their next project is frutiful.  As of now, they would be getting four stinkin’ cents per DVD and not a dime off of the downloads.

It boils down to this: Disney’s doing fine.  Viacom is okay.  It’s the people that actually entertain us each week, with their imagination and humor and creativity that need a few extra dollars to insure they have time to write or act or produce these shows and movies instead of having to pay the bills by digging ditches or waiting tables.  They’re asking for a fair share.  And I think they deserve it.  So in the next month or so, when CBS has to air Ultimate Fighting Specials instead of the new CSI season, or ABC is showing you re-runs of Disney classics instead of the new season of Lost, I will probably cry a little, watch more of my Netflix queue than usual, or even (gasp!) read that growing pile of books on my shelf.  But I will support the writers…They deserve their fair share for their work and their gifts.

Here are some more links for your education…

Wade Robson Rocks My Face Off!!

Okay, I will admit to watching Dancing With the Stars.  It isn’t necessarily must-see television, but I’ll leave it on while I am cooking dinner or working on other stuff.  That being said, when I heard Wade Robson was going to dance on the show, I was extremely excited.  Check out this little ditty and see if you aren’t absolutely amazed. 

I mean, come on people!  I have been thoroughly impressed with his work, and when you consider all he has done and he is only 25!  He is the best choreographer they have on So You Think You Can Dance, he has performed with Michael Jackson, and he also inspired Justin Timberlake’s Cry Me a River, following a supposed tryst between Wade and Britney (that’s pre-KFed Britney).  Granted, he had that failed dance show on MTV, and he tends to copy everything Justin Timberlake does.  But give the guy his due.  He can flat-out dance and choreograph his ass off!

The Story that Keeps On Giving

I am a huge sports fan.  Basketball is my first love, but there is something about watching football on the weekend that just seems so right.  Anyway, this post will be about a great storyline that’s been going on in the NFL, but it will make you laugh even if you aren’t a football fan so bear with me.

The first week of the season in the NFL, Kevin Everett a “graduate” of Miami (does anyone ever really graduate that plays football there?) and a Buffalo Bill was severely injured while tackling someone.  He was taken off the field on a stretcher because he couldn’t move his arms or his legs and he was rushed to the hospital to receive emergency care, and eventually surgery.  Shortly after his surgery, a surgery that required the use of metal rods to secure Everett’s spine, the surgeon told the media that Everett’s prognosis for ever walking again was poor.  He said that it was a slim chance, if any, for Everett ever to regain feeling in his arms or legs.  (No, this isn’t the funny part, Steve!) 

Kevin Everett apparently wasn’t watching the press conference, though, because within a couple of days, reports coming out of the hospital indicated that Everett could feel his hands and arms and move his fingers.  With some additional testing, the same doctor came out to say that Everett would now most likely be able to walk again.  That would be cool enough, but apparently, doctors credit Everett’s miracle with an experimental procedure performed on Everett immediately after his injury that involved injecting a cooling agent around the spine.  Where was this procedure developed?  Everett’s alma mater, the University of Miami.  Who was one of the major donors to this research?  The owner of the Buffalo Bills.  I thought that was just a really cool way for life to come around.  If you really want to get in the spirit of this story, you should cue up your Lion King soundtrack to “Circle of Life” and just let Elton John make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.  I will wait, but when you’re done, come back for the part of the story that will make you giggle.

Done?  Okay.  So Everett’s progress is being followed now by various news outlets.  He has been taken home to Houston to a rehab facility.  He has continued to make progress and medical folks think he’ll be walking soon.  So when ol’ Pat Murphy started reporting this story, I bet he didn’t think he’d be dealing with a live news snafu.  Thank you, youtube.  Sorry, Pat Murphy.  You will need sound for this clip (found via http://www.deadspin.com) :