While considering a future in digital film and media production I've finally come to the conclusion that I don't really have a chance of ever becoming one of the greats. It's not because I feel that I lack the talent. Neither is it because I'm deficient in the mental bus fare needed to cope with the battlefield that even a simple production can throw upon you. No. After analysis of recent directors it has become apparent that the only way to get ahead in the business is to grow a beard. Think about it...

  • Star Wars -- George Lucas, man with a beard. Ok, Episode 1 sucked, and Episode 2 was an abortion of a film, but he made up for it with Episode 3.
  • Jurrassic Park, Schindlers List -- Steven Speilberg, man with a beard.
  • Alien, Abyss, Titanic -- James Cameron, man with a beard
That's not forgetting directors such as Francis Ford Copolla and the much underrated Kevin Smith (of "Mallrats" and "Jay and Silent Bob" fame). Some would say that the obvious solution given the evidence would be to throw away my razor and let nature take its furry course, and I would be inclined to agree with you. Unfortunately I have been cursed by the ginger-gene, this shame sadly prevents me from growing that which would provide me true greatness. PS. Pete, If you're looking for someone to get your coffee's while on set, just drop me an email.