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Friends,
Have you ever sat through the credits at the end of a movie or TV show? Not the creative kind like those in the Incredibles or Sherlock Holmes. I’m talking about the obligatory, mundane, run of the mill litany of names and titles that roll past at almost illegible speeds to document every person involved with the piece, no matter how menial the task. Besides the number and hierarchy of posts involved (executive X, co-executive X, lead X, X, assistant X, assistant to the assistant X...), I'm mostly curious about the titles themselves. What’s a Grip? --and why do I need to get one? How about a Clearance? --I hear they are a bargain. What does a Best Boy do?--and how in the world can someone with that title command respect? In case you were wondering, these are applied to a lighting expert, a person who gets product placements approved and the lead electrician, respectively. And that's just naming a few. There's Gang Boss, Gaffer, Food Designer, Key Assistant Location Manager, Boom Man! With all this contractual Hollywood arcana scrolling by --and the cool titles to go with it-- I'm surprised I haven't seen a Donut Girl yet. I guess there's always room for improvement.
Happy Friday!

Location, Location, Location!

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