EDITOR’S NOTE: The original parody history of Hollywood unions from aflyonthewall.jounalspace.com that this post quoted from is no longer online, so the context of the following post has been made much more difficult to sort out. Because of the way a portion of that quote about former WGA President Victoria Riskin was displaying in Google’s results, it was making it seem as if this site was making an unflattering characterization of Ms. Riskin. Of course, I wished nothing of the sort. Victoria Riskin is the daughter of screenwriter Robert Riskin, a Hollywood legend whose book of screenplays has a special place of honor on my bookshelf, and by all accounts she is a respected humanitarian who served the WGA with distinction.

Therefore, I’ve honored the request of Riskin’s public relations representative David Asher to remove the quote, which, if you’re curious, was the usual gossip-blog type snark. For what it’s worth, The Fly seems to have left a trail of offenses before disappearing from the internet.

This writer does not wish to appear to be erasing history, and even though I find embarrassing the attempt by my 2004 self, new to blogging, to riff off another writer’s characterizations of the WGA’s internecine struggles at that time as a Three Stooges plot (by referencing then-current rumors of Russell Crowe being cast in a Three Stooges movie), I’ll leave the post standing with that unfortunate premise. Hopefully this note will provide context to whatever trickle of visitors happen to make their way to this obscure bit of webdom. -JO

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The Fly has an irreverent and entertaining entry on Hollywood guilds with Three Stooges pictures providing a sort of Eisensteinian juxtaposition.


A sample:

While the WGA union leadership has less of a has-been factor than SAG — recent WGA board members include Oscar-winning writers Ron Bass and Callie Khouri — writers you’ve never heard of somehow always end up on the top of the power heap at the Writers Guild.

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[Riskin’s] presidential shoes were filled by a man named Charles Holland, who actually did make a living writing for TV shows like JAG and Walker, Texas Ranger. Holland had been the subject a few months earlier of a gushy article in the Writers Guild magazine about how he had been a special forces operative and college football champ. As it turns out, Mr. Holland apparently had heavily embroidered his resume, had never played football in college, and had only been in the Army reserves in some boring place like Indiana.

(Yeah, it’s from a few weeks ago. But I just came across it and it’s still relevant. As for the Russell Crowe reference…)