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You Won, David Ellison. Don’t Blow It

The dog caught the car. Now it’s time to prove how the deal makes Hollywood stronger

So there you have it. David Ellison won.

Paramount is acquiring Warner Bros. The people who said this deal couldn’t be stopped were right. Those of us who believed it could be stopped were not.

So congratulations. Sincerely. Now comes the part that matters: proving the skeptics wrong.

First: Those who sneered that you can’t stop the billionaires — with a corrupt political elite in their pockets — can rejoice that the safe bet paid off again.  

I mean, once a California politician became the hero of this thing, we should have known we were doomed and headed for the hills. The superpower of California Democrats is their ability to find the longest, most tortured and difficult path to the worst possible outcome. For them, the cliché about how you can’t make an omelet without breaking some eggs doesn’t even suffice. It’s more like: If you want a plate of moldering roadkill, you have to have a 200-car pileup.

We can go crazy trying to figure out why Rob Bonta made a sudden about-face into the depths of cowardice. Given that literally a month ago he was telling The Ankler’s Elaine Low that Paramount needed to “sleep in the bed that they made” — and that behavioral remedies were a nonstarter when it came to settlement talks — he looks to all appearances like a politician character in a gangster film who was taken aside and had some facts of life laid out for him.

If this had been the plan all along, to drive up the stakes until you get to a place of maximum leverage and then extract concessions, then, okay.

But to drive up the stakes until you get to a place of maximum leverage and then extract, at best, some fake paper concessions with lots of conditionals and exit ramps — I’m just not sure I follow.  

And the fact that he pursued this — the highest-profile case he has ever been near, effectively making his profile on this — and then pulled the rug out on his own reputation… it’s just so inexplicable that one assumes there must have been hidden hands at work.

But really, why should we think this is anything unusual? Building up a reputation and then taking a wrecking ball to the edifice you’ve just constructed — that’s what our state pols do.

Anyway, I’m done with Bonta, and there are a lot of places to go now — several rocks to turn over, and a new world order to navigate.

And to be clear: I’m not rooting for failure. Quite the opposite. The deal is done. Hollywood badly needs these studios to work. So if Ellison can preserve jobs, make great movies and television, keep production in Los Angeles and turn Paramount-Warner into something stronger rather than merely smaller, I’ll happily eat every word I’ve written.

But first, let’s see what Ellison actually promised. Because one of the biggest promises of all isn’t even in the deal.

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  1. ANDREW COHEN

    Calm down. This not like the Yankees and Dodgers merged. You had two struggling studios that needed a boost. They’re both public companies and will try to make $ for the shareholders (teachers/plumbers) and talent who succeed when their projects succeed. They have to be made first.

  2. Unknown Surfer

    What might John Cassavettes say? My guess: “How is it possible there’s only one comment here? Does apathy rue the day in Hollywood? Are you really all the cowering people-pleasing poopsies you look like at the parties and Erewhon or do some of you have stories burning in your heart so deep that need to be told or you’ll die broken if you don’t share them with the world? If so, and I speak to myself as much as anyone, it’s your duty to stop the cowardly prevarication and make them. And if not now, at this glorious crossroads… then when?

    In many ways this article tells those of us with a script in our drawers that the indie / NonDē movement may well have its best chance to bloom while no-one’s looking. A golden age? Who knows. Just go out there and and make something. Anything. Perfect is the enemy of good enough. Trust your carefully chosen collaborators to make five plus five equal fifty or a hundred plus. Take risks, because no one cares if you fail. Fail and fail again, keeping your ego out of the equation and make make and make until your craft surpasses your taste. Deliver it and four wall it if necessary and push it out there while being so good they can’t ignore you. Help the lonely masses by giving them something that reminds them they’re not alone in their humanness. Repeat

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