Confessions of a Hollywood ‘Nobody-‘ #MeToo

 

When I was 11, when I first told my parents I wanted to be an actor or a disc jockey (both of which I later became), I was told the entertainment industry was ‘off limits’ and to confine my career ambitions to the scholarly, economic, medical or legal professions. I was only a kid then, so I didn’t know what antisemitism was.

I ended up at Stanford on a volleyball scholarship, and met the late Bobby Frankel, a horse trainer so connected he got me an audition for a Coca Cola Commercial, which got me that coveted Screen Actor’s Guild Card.

At 19, I dropped out to conquer Hollywood. The first #metoo was a friend of my father, a ‘has been’ producer working on the MGM lot, which was known for Lorimar Studio’s Dallas and Knott’s Landing. He asked me out to lunch, which seemed innocent enough. He told me he’d made Angie Dickenson of “Police Woman” a star by putting her up in an apartment, paying for her acting lessons, etc., and that I should do the same. I was apalled, stood up from the table and fled.

I was doing TV commercials, but wanted to break into ‘theatrical.’ To do that, I needed a SAG franchised agent, so I sent out pictures to agents. This was in the early 80’s. There were less roles for women than there are now.

I got a phone call for a general interview with Billy something or other….I’ve forgotten his name, but he told me I had a pretty, heart-shaped mouth and it would look good wrapped around one of his friend’s c#@k. He wanted to take me to a party that night that he said was well attended by producers and directors. I realized he was a pimp more than an agent and filed a complaint with SAG, who never did anything about it.

A little later, some friends of mine set me up with a superagent from Creative Artist’s Agency, the agency who represents producers, directors, screenwriters, writers and actors. CAA ‘packages’ products and can often get a young actor in a project along with their A-listers. After dinner, this guy put the moves on me. I resisted and he started yelling at me for wasting his time. He told me I was stupid and this was how things got ‘done’ in Hollywood.

This happened quite a few more times before I finally surrendered my dream and moved away. During my years in LA, I managed to land 8 TV commercials and quite a bit of union voiceover work for video games, but could never ‘crack’ TV and Film.

Now I know why. Harvey Weinstein was right.

#metoo

Late Paramount Studios Chief Bipolar and Dialectical as Hell (DBT)

 

Charles Bludhorn. Crazy as a fox. Bipolar..they say. They called him ‘The Mad Austrian.’ He knew alot, but he knew what he didn’t know, and so he delegated the role of “Head of Production” to a failed actor named Robert Evans.

He told Robert, “Make movies that people want to see. None of that Fancy Schmhancy stuff.”

The studio was on the brink of collapse in the late sixties. Evans lined up ‘Love Story’  ‘The Godfather’ and ‘Chinatown’ in short order and saved the studio.

For all his delegation, Bludhorn died the death of a control freak. A Heart Attack at 56, while on a jet bound from New York to Los Angeles.

Dialectic. Opposites. Smart and Stupid. Sane and Crazy. Level Headed one moment, screaming the next. Robert Evans married Ali McGraw and the rest was Hollywood History.

From your “Tale of Two Hollywoods” pal in Hollywood, Florida…It’s Allison Strong. Back Atcha.

 

Punk Rock ‘Three Chords and The Truth?’

I heard about an artist, Colleen Green, who says her work is ‘Ramonesque’…i.e., The Ramones. I find stuff like this in the New York Times on the stairmaster at the Y.

Last week, on Sirius’ ‘Guns and Roses Channel,’ I heard all kinds of good stuff that I want to purchase and record. Also heard really good stuff on Jonathan L’s “The Lopsided World of L” Mersey Radio, Liverpool, England.

Jonathan is a former employer of mine at Radio station KFMA and ‘The Q’ both Phoenix, Arizona. You gotta know when someone hires you twice, you have worth in their eyes. This has nothing to do with Bipolar Disorder or Tardive Dyskinesia….it’s what I do to get out of depressive phases, like the one I’m in right now.

Are you at risk of Tardive Dyskinesia? Find out now.

You know that rapidly rattled off disclaimer “Call your doctor if you experience involuntary repetitive movements as these are serious and may become permanent.”

No shit, Sherlock. This International Bipolar Disorder Story has some of the stuff the doctors won’t tell us. The TD causing meds developed for schizophrenia are now being used for mainstream, run of the mill, non mental ill concerns such as anxiety, adhd, insomnia, cancer and anorexia (stimulate appetite) depression, and bipolar disorder, so you might be on one of the drugs that’s whitewashed as something else and be at risk. The drug companies don’t exactly advertise they’re selling reformulated Thorazine. Antipsychotics.

Be safe. Be sure.

http://ibpf.org/blog/tardive-dyskinesia-decade-later

Allison