Once I stitched my body parts back together I was able to look more objectively at the criticism. Some of it was actually quite helpful—things like tightening up descriptions, raising the stakes for my protagonist, showing more rather than telling. They thought my main character was appealing and that I did a good job of balancing pathos and humor. They liked a lot of the "tart" dialog. What kicked me in the gut was the last comment I received, "Without the involvement of Nancy Meyers or Meryl Streep no one is going to make a movie about a 60-year old woman."
Really? NO ONE?
Now I realize that we live in a youth obsessed society and nowhere is this more evident than in Hollywood. And I love the movies Nancy Meyers makes, like "Somethings Got to Give" and "It's Complicated". But is hers the ONLY voice people are willing to hear? I adore Meryl Streep but she's not the only Boomer actress out there that people will pay money to see. Is she?
And this comment wasn't about 60-year old men. Look at Clint Eastwood (79) and Harrison Ford (67). It was a comment on WOMEN—specifically, that women as they become older are no longer interesting or worthy of attention.
Have you ever been so angry that you couldn't even form words? So offended that steam jetted out from your ears like a cartoon character? Okay. Welcome to my last week.
But the words are returning and I'm finding a way to channel the steam. I just finished revising my screenplay and sent it out for a new "coverage" from a different agency. I beefed it up and trimmed it down and think it's better for the makeover. But I'm not backing down from the premise of the script. I'm not kicking my heroine to the curb. She refuses to undergo plastic surgery and she's thrown off the invisibility cloak. In her honor I've donned my suit of armor and I'm prepared to charge ahead into the future.
They may have heard the phrase, "Don't mess with Mother Nature." They're about to hear the phrase, "Don't mess with Baby Boomer women."