Over the past few days, I have received several emails saying “Come on, Khan, you goddamned prick – where is your fucking write-up of Day 3 of the Herb Allen suckfest?
Well, Michael Eisner, here it is, asshole. Read it and weep. Your business is fucked.
And stop driving by my house – you’re creeping out my daughter.
Day 3 – The Future
I was initially thinking of having a nice sunrise picture to symbolize the optimism I have for the future of the big media companies. Instead, I chose the picture of a tornado with lightning. I think that is more accurate.
This is my last full day in Sun Valley and instead of participating in endless, pointless panels on how the future will include selling our library content to galactic markets outside of Earth, I decided to go The Drankin Hole (aka The Duchin Lounge) and hang with my only true friend at the conference – bartender Bin Tran.
Tomorrow, I have to go to another pointless conference – Comic-Con. I gave a keynote speech there a couple years ago and now I’m returning to premiere footage from a Holocaust movie we have coming out and to sit on a Future of Publishing panel with, most likely, people dressed as Wookiees.
I grabbed a handful of bacon at Herbie’s House of Slop (the affectionate name given to the morning hangover breakfast that is served) and headed to the bar.
Brian Grazer was the only other person in the bar – just sitting in a corner and crying into his phone.
I sat at the far end of the bar, away from everyone.
Bin Tran set me up with a dirty martini and a shot of Tabasco to shake out the cobwebs from yesterday’s Acid Trip.
We had a conversation.
Khan Manka, Jr. (KM): Bin, what do you do for entertainment?
Bin Tran (BT): Me, Mr. Khan? I watch a Vietnamese channel out of Boise. Mostly game shows and singing shows with comedy. I also like ‘Modern Family.’
KM: You know all of us here at the conference? We control how most of the world spends their leisure time. Either through movies, television, games, books, magazines, newspapers, sports… it’s all managed by the people at this hotel. And none of us knows what the fuck to do about the future.
BT: My kids like the ‘Batman’ movies. Did you make the ‘Batman’ movies?
KM: No. We have ‘Captain Stoppo’ coming next year if fucking Cormac McCarthy can finish a fucking script in this lifetime.
BT: Oh… you should make ‘Batman’ movies.
I gulped down my drink and pushed the glass out for more.
The next morning, I was carried by the Sun Valley Guard (in their shocking orange pants) to a limo and then to my plane.
I didn’t really learn much this week about the future or how my company will navigate what is coming other than… we need to make ‘Batman’ movies.