We own the colour blue.
On the margins of the Berlin film festival there is something called the European Film Market. No-one cares about it, and you need a special accreditation to get in. It is the boring bit, or if you prefer, the "commercial arm" of the festival. There is even a special secret mini-bus service that transports EFM people from venue to venue, so that they don't have to walk in the snow. They go to special screenings of films you will see in two years time. Or not. They will decide.
This is where the film industry is made - those unassuming, balding men in nice shirts, holding court to desperate screenwriters in quiet corners of cocktail bars. Those men write Leonardo DiCaprio's cheques then go and have breakfast. Here you go Leonardo, go and buy yourself a bouncy car.
Here are some of these men, taking part in an "Industry Debate" on whether the Traditional American Movie Studio is dead or not. (I had no idea what they were on about. But apparently it is - and it isn't. I think the Traditional American Movie Studio is like Schrödinger's Cat. Depends whether you look in the box.) In case you're interested, the boffins at this table include representatives of Universal, Studio Canal, and some talent agency in America so powerful no-one has ever heard of it.
As Chris Rock said, there's rich and then there's WEALTHY
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