This is a highly organized, regulated and rehearsed dance orchestrated by Saban. Everybody from the booth to the field has an assignment and they better not speak out of line.
“I really get mad ― cussin’ mad when guys aren’t supposed to be talking, are talking on the headset,” Saban said on October edition of his weekly radio show. “It wastes time.”
As Movie Studios Founders, One Tries Doing It Their Own Way, by Tad Friend in The New Yorker
One leading agent told me, “I think STX is kidding itself with its business model, trying to disrupt the studios at the end of the studio age. Even if it can develop a franchise, I don’t know how it survives in the long term. The subtext of every conversation I have, nowadays, is the good old days.”
Many things ran through my head, just as millions of others have heard similar news. And one of the first things I wanted to do was find someone I could talk to, someone who had been through all this. I remembered someone who had — Griffey.”
Blowhards, Beware: Megyn Kelly Will Slay You Now, by Evgenia Peretz in Vanity Fair
Kelly almost didn’t get a chance to ask it. The morning of the debate, while doing debate prep, she got violently ill. But, she says, “I would have crawled over a pile of hot coals to make it to that debate. No one was going to be sitting in for me, reading my questions. And I can say with confidence that neither Bret nor Chris wanted to read my questions—for many reasons!” She did the debate with a blanket over her legs and a bucket to throw up in by her side.
Of course, it didn’t always work. Sometimes they’d go through the whole performance and the guy would be too tired to go out; they would offer him drugs for extra energy, but he would be too lame to take them. In the face of such situations, Samantha had come up with the innovation that was making her rich: a special drink spiked with MDMA and ketamine.