Hollywood tales

“Good gentlemen who overpay
Me fifty times for every fart,
Who hand me statues when I bray
And hail my whinnying as Art — 
I pick your pockets every day
But how you bastards break my heart

Knee-deep in butlers, smothered half
In horse-shit splendors, soft an fat
And worshiping the Golden Calf
I mutter through my new plush hat
‘Why did you steal my pilgrim’s Staff?
Why do you make me write like that.”

 — Screenwriter Ben Hecht talking about screenwriters employed to write for movie moguls back in the 1930s