Oscar-nominated screenwriter to neophyte scribe: I won't read your [#%&*$@#] script!

I have one tiny piece of advice for any aspiring screenwriters out there. You can ask many people to read your script, starting with your old college buddy, your sister-in-law, that bartender you know who supposedly sold a pitch to New Line, the hot babe workout instructor who lives next door and your cousin Vinnie whose wife's best friend from high school is married to a personal manager.

But don't bother asking Josh Olson, who earned an Oscar nomination for his script for "A History of Violence." If you do, you might turn up in the sequel to a wonderfully acerbic rant that Olson just wrote for the Village Voice about all the hapless young knuckleheads who bug him to read their scripts, convinced that they've dreamed up the next "Reservoir Dogs" or "The Hangover."

I've heard other screenwriting pros voice many of the same sentiments Olson does, but no one has ever put it down on paper in such a marvelously blunt, take-no-prisoners fashion. What I especially love about Olson's rant is that it's actually a passionate, if prickly, defense of the art of writing, which has been debased in many ways, but especially by the distinctly modern-day attitude that anyone with a slim but catchy idea can somehow think of themselves as having been instantaneously transformed into a serious writer.

Olson was apparently moved to write his rant after giving in -- during a moment of weakness -- to the request by a friend of a friend to read a two-page synopsis of someone's script concept. Olson says he's normally way too busy reading his friends' screenplays or scripts for work to have time for amateur stuff, but as he put it, "sometimes you find yourself in a situation where the guilt factor is really high, or someone plays on a relationship or a perceived obligation, and it's hard to escape without seeming rude. Then, I tell them I'll read it, but if I can put it down after ten pages, I will. They always go for that, because nobody ever believes you can put their script down once you start."

What clearly aggravates Olson the most is that hardly anyone views the art of screenwriting as, well, an art, much less a serious craft. As Olson sees it, most aspirants "think that screenwriting doesn't actually require the ability to write, just the ability to come up with a cool story that would make a cool movie. Screenwriting is widely regarded as the easiest way to break into the movie business, because it doesn't require any kind of training, skill or equipment.... [So] they will hand you a piece of inept writing without a second thought, because you do not have to be a writer to be a screenwriter."

He offers a damning summary of the synopsis ("what I was handed was, essentially, a barely coherent list of events, some connected, some not so much") before revealing his biggest error -- he offered an honest assessment of the script idea, since the young writer had insisted that he wanted some real criticism, not the puffy compliments he'd gotten from his pals. Being a true screenwriter, Olson actually tossed out the first draft of his critique before offering what he thought was a succinct and considerate thumbs down. As he put it: "I did more rewrites on [his e-mail to the aspiring writer] than I did on my last three studio projects."

Of course, no good dead goes unpunished. As he put it:

"Because for all the hair I pulled out, for all the weight and seriousness I gave his request for a real, professional critique, his response was a terse: 'Thanks for your opinion.' And, the inevitable fallout -- a week later a mutual friend asked me, 'What's this dick move I hear you pulled on Whatshisname?' So now this guy and his girlfriend think I'm a [jerk], and the truth of the matter is, the story really ended the moment he handed me the goddamn synopsis. Because if I'd just said, 'No' then and there, they'd still think I'm a [jerk]. Only difference is, I wouldn't have had to spend all that time trying to communicate thoughtfully and honestly with someone who just wanted a pat on the head, and, more importantly, I wouldn't have had to read that godawful piece of [junk]."

Maybe this is way too blindly idealistic on my part, but I wish USC would let Olson run the screenwriting program for a couple of years. He might empty out most of the classrooms, but at least the people who survived might take their craft more seriously and actually have a chance of becoming real writers.

Comments

[Hahaha]

"Infested" ain't Guernica. Josh you're acting like a hack. The only reason you still work is because of Cronenberg. Humility, my friend. There will be a time when nobody calls your phone.

[DEX]

Amen, Josh Olson. You are my new hero.

[grimgrum]

How did Josh Olson get his start? Did he ever put someone in an uncomfortable position by asking them to read his material?

[melanie nathan]

Sheez This Suddenly BIG DEAL once a LITTLE DEAL guy JOSH should have done one teeny little thing to simplify his life. HE should have friggin lied, lie baby lie. Here is how you do it:
1. Say sure I will read it, my pleasure
2. Then Do not read it - not one flippin word
3. Then tell the writer- "Pal, that was fabulous. Keep up the good work. Nope I don't think anyone will give you a deal at this time. I have read too many elephant sings to the lion scripts lately there thousands out there. Dont give up."
4. Just think - if you do this JOSH then not only have you pleased everyone, I mean everyone - even yourself because you did not have to waste your time reading it.

That said, let me ask you this - Do you think Josh really did want to read the script for fear of losing the opportunity to be the one to discover the likes of a "History of Violence?"

[Gary]

I don't understand sending scripts to working screenwriters, many of whom write rubbish. I have read many script sales over the past year, and only 5% had a chance of being greenlit or making a profit when made.

If you have faith in your script, send it to an agent or producer. Why bother sending it to a screenwriter like Mr Olsen who has only managed to write one average hit movie.

The man isn't exactly raking in millions for his work, or for that matter in high demand.

I've seen his works in development and not one would I greenlight.

[JD]

These kind of rants are made by writers seeking attention, and they always backfire. Look at the careers of Joe Eszterhas or William Goldman, men that bad mouthed the industry in public. J.Olson has taken it one step further and is bashing amateurs (the paying public) seeking representation.... I would be willing to bet Josh Olson is a screenwriter whose name you never see again in the movies.

[Black Velvet]

What you hate you become...something tells me Olson's article represents the deep seated fears he has over the inadequacies of his own writing.

So keep bashing young writers Josh, it'll only blind you to the truth.

[Dan Halen]

Bravo Josh.

1. You read the guy's amateurish scribblings.
2. You gave him what he wanted: professional criticism
3. He got offended & ruined the friendship.

Wow, I can totally see how you were an ASS to him. Telling a novice writer who wants to be a PROFESSIONAL WRITER to take WRITING CLASSES is really the lowest of the low. How dare you tell him to work harder on perfecting his craft!

Have you no decency, sir? At long last, have you no decency ??

[Tony]

Wow. Someone makes a mediocre movie and all of a sudden their ego gives them the right to be a pr-ick? Only in Hollywood.

[Adrew]

I'm glad Olsen shared his frustration with the world. But, inherent in his words, is a cocky elitest screenwriter's attitude that delivers the message "I above you, your a little guy, so stop wasting my time." Olson need to mature. He reached a level of success and is not too good to help others? I don't care that the guy was offended. Being offended comes with the territory for writers. Still, give the feedback and stay above it all. Great responsibility comes with success. If you act like a jerk, you will be considered one. Succeeding does not give you the right to become intolerant of others.