Saturday, September 09, 2006

Today was the Telefilm party, where DMc and I actually got to eat dead things on sticks. They throw the Telefilm party at the Ultra Supper Club, which is far too small for the crowd. So you wind up having to call people on their cell phones to see if they're still at the party, and if so, where. All within an area about fifty feet by fifty feet.

Best food item: grilled steak kebabs

Fortunately the Ultra Supper Club did not crank the music as loud as it could possibly go. Probably they would have if their rooftop patio weren't open to the skies.

I did get to chat with some of my favorite network execs, and set up a crucial meeting for early next week. And meet many new and interesting producers. So it was not all about the free food.

Kelly Rowan was there. (Kirsten, from The OC.) Kelly Rowan is tiny. It's funny: having worked in the biz this long, I have developed a positive aversion to socializing with actors. They are charismatic people, of course, so one has an urge to talk to them. But I can't think what I could possibly say to a successful TV actor like Ms. Rowan, or ask her, that would interest either of us. The same goes a fortiori for emerging talent. At the party the other night I was chatting with an agent friend of mine, a development guy I didn't know, and two actresses. Oh, I suppose they must have been attractive; that's what actresses do. I talked to the development guy.

It must be fairly crushing to be the cutest girl in your class, and then become an actress, and have guys largely ignore you at parties.

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9:39 PM

1 Comments:

It must be fairly crushing to be the cutest girl in your class, and then become an actress, and have guys largely ignore you at parties.

Yeah.

I feel for her. :-(

By  Kelly J. Crawford, at 1:16 PM  

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