Here are my first two bosses at a film studio.
Do you think they cared if I slept well?
Do you think they respected me as a human being?
Do you think thay cared about the balance in my life?
They cared about the ONLY thing I really had to offer them at that time… An overt eagerness to eat giant shit burgers 24/7 on the behalf of their crap-tastic films.
To be ultra-clear:
I wasn’t looking for their RESPECT.
I was looking for their OPPORTUNITIES.
And, boy, they delivered!
I didn’t care if these two glorious schlockmeister respected me or treated me well.
I was too busy passionately emerging myself into the incredible opportunities they afforded me. I didn’t have the time nor the interest to pull out the “respect-o-meter” to measure it anyway.
Those guys opened their doors to me when I had ZERO track record and let me play in the movie business.
That was WAY MORE than enough for me.
Because I got my foot in their door I eventually ended up being their head of music and got to work with Morricone, Bernstein, Poledouris and others, thus changing the course of my life forever.
I really didn’t turn to them for validation, respect or great treatment. They gave me something I needed a lot more back then; chances to learn, make mistakes and grow in the very business I was dying to be part of.
So, I love and appreciate Menachem Golan and Yarom Globus a BILLION times over.