I finally got around to watching the Conan O'Brien interview on 60 Minutes last night. Yes, my DVR is set to record series on 60 Minutes. Mostly because it makes me look like an intellectual when people come over, and can pretend to be randomly flashing through my cue. "Oh, look at all of these 60 Minutes episodes I watch relentlessly trying to raise my awareness on world issues." Works like a charm. Anyway...Conan looked pretty worn out, and pretty sad. I know he was trying to make it sound like he was okay, and everything was alright. But, he looked like NBC killed his dog, then set set the carcass on fire. I mean, the dude waited 15 years for The Tonight Show, and lasted 7 months before getting the yank. I don't care who you are, how secure you are as a human being, or how confident, that has to be a king size shot to the fruit basket. "Oh, it's cool, I'm on TBS now." Um, okay Conan.
As usual, I blame Jeff Zucker. When my water heater broke a few weeks ago, I blamed Zucker. When I couldn't figure out how to put replacement wiper blades on my car today, I thought about how Zucker must somehow have been involved in the design of the blade, just to make my life a living hell. I secretly want Jeff Zucker to be mistaken for a terrorist, and sent to a secret CIA prison where he's water boarded and forced to watch season two of Heroes over and over again. In short, when someone asks me what's wrong with the world today, I simply say, "Jeff Zucker." People always nod and say, "We need to do something about him."
I do think it was a little choice of Conan to say he wouldn't have taken The Tonight Show gig back, after leaving. I would have. Oh, hey, do you want that job back where you work 8 hours a day listening to people pitch you terrible jokes and you do a 45 minute monologue and interview famous people? We know it only pays $50 million a year, but..."
Looks like Harvey and Bob are getting Miramax back--no idea why they sold it in the first place., to be honest. From the Hollywood Reporter:
It looks as if the Weinsteins have managed to fashion a winning bid in the Miramax auction and will take back operating control of the company they founded in 1979 and sold to Disney for $80 million in 1993. Running the process internally, the Burbank studio for months has been soliciting offers for the recently shut specialty-film unit and its 611-title library. Miramax founders Harvey and Bob Weinstein had been building enough financial muscle to put together an offer of $600 million or thereabouts, seeking to top bids from such rival suitors as businessmen Alec and Tom Gores and a more controversial one from Hollywood wheeler-dealer David Bergstein.
You know, I've learned a very valuable lesson from this. When I build my 611 title library with a start up film company named after my parents, I'm never going to sell it. I'm going to give it to my children. And, their children. And, their children. No wait--forget that--then they'll just be a bunch of lazy nitwits who don't do anything but play shuffleboard and lawn bowl all day. I'll give my library to charity. Something really worthwhile like PETA, or Idol Gives Back. A film library is like an NFL team. Twenty years ago you could have given the right person a back rub, and bought the Detroit Lions for $50 million. Now a team costs a billion dollars.
If you think $600 million seems like a lot to pay,imagine being Harvey and Bob. They're sitting there right now thinking, we sold this shit 15 years ago for $80 mil, and now we're paying $600 to get it back?