October 2008 Archives

"Aren't you watching the game?, he said.
"I'm a little busy here, Bob. What the fuck do you want?"
"Oh, nothing - we're out of ice in the Disney suite..."
I knew he wasn't out of ice. I've known Bob Iger for over twenty years. He wanted to talk about the future of media.
Realizing that the moment was over, I told Rebecca DeMornay to leave. We would have to try and patch things up another time. She mumbled something about going over to the NBC Suite and then left.
"Have a seat, Bob. What's on your mind?"
Bob poured himself a tall Johnny Walker Blue [Note to my assistant - Vicky, the liquor cabinet is to remain locked at all times. I am the only one allowed a key!]. He took a huge gulp, poured himself another and started a long rant. It went something like this:
"I hate that we have to make stupid fucking short dumbass movies for the internet. Ten years ago, there were only five or six legitimate media moguls - now everyone thinks they're a fucking mogul! Just because you can fall on your ass while trying to ride a skateboard down a railing doesn't make you a movie mogul! Do you think Eisner is happy making that bullshit that he makes? That Sorority chick thing? Come on... really?"
"I know," I said, "it's crazy out there. Our short film Squirrel Eating Orange remains the most viewed video on our website. It was produced for five dollars and has grossed more than our last six big screen movie releases combined.
I could tell Bob was getting really agitated because of the amount he was sweating. I calmly told him that times are changing and threw in some sort of dinosaur metaphor which basically meant "adapt or die".

We then talked for a few minutes about various ways to combine Johnny Depp and the Ford Focus and suddenly realized how truly pathetic we had become.
After another drink, Bob continued: "It wasn't supposed to be like this. We slogged our way up through a series of miserable marketing jobs and finally made it to the top of the Corporate chain because of a promise - that one day we would become awesome powerful and control the emotions of the world! WE tell the world when to laugh, when to cry and what time to be entertained. If Happy Days starts at 8:00 - that's when you watch it and that's when you laugh. If we move it to another time - THAT'S WHEN YOU WATCH IT AND THAT'S WHEN YOU LAUGH!"
I agreed. While my story of reaching the top isn't exactly the same as Bob's - [My uncle Harry died and he made me head of the studio in his will. Before that, I was in a band], - I could totally relate to what he was saying. "You know, Bob, I've said this many times - and I think I speak for all the moguls out there when I say - it would be great if we could just use our power to crush everything categorized as "New Media" and just get back to making big studio movies and big studio TV shows like the old days."
Bob couldn't have agreed more and added: "I mean now when I listen to music, I don't even know if it's any good because I can't tell if it was done by a real band or just some idiot in his basement on his computer."
With that, there was another knock on the door. Sumner Redstone came in: "Hey, Khan... oh, hi Bob."
Sumner noticed the Johnny Walker Blue and poured himself a tall one - "Khan, I need an answer. Are you gonna take CBS off my hands - or what? I really need the cash."
When things are tough, everyone comes running to Manka Bros. It always happens.



Please stock the bar with Johnny Walker Blue for myself and a twelve pack of Moosehead for Ms. De Mornay.
Also, make sure they put out at least a double helping of chili with the Dodger Dogs. We spend over $200,000 a year on that suite - the least they can do is give us a little more fucking chili!


So keep making those movies and television shows and resist the urge to leave early.
Thanks in advance for following my orders.


Liquidity sucks right now and and our stock has never been lower - but we can turn those frowns upside-down with a little injection of positivity. We all just have to concentrate on entertaining the world in this time of great desperation. So cheer up, take your paychecks, get out there and go shopping!
Perhaps next week you will also get paid.

P.S. - If you don't need your office lights, please turn them off. The power bills are killing us!

I mentioned we both have private jets - no need to drive.
"Fuck that! I need to clear my head. There's too much going on right now - the economy is in shambles, media stocks are plunging, crazy political debates - I have to get out of here. We gotta gamble, we gotta drink. We gotta drink, we gotta gamble. Come on, we'll get the Flintstones ham at Slots-A-Fun. We'll see one of them Cirque Du Soleil shows. Let's be 25 again for the last time in our lives."
Well, I suppose that sounds pretty good to me. So if anyone needs me, I'll be on the road to Vegas with Terry Semel.
Only my assistant Vicky will know the hotel we are in. In an absolute emergency call her and she may patch you through. I believe we'll be back by Yom Kippur. There will probably be lot of atoning to do.

P.S. - Vicky - get us a couple of tickets for that Zoomanity show for tomorrow night.

I told him he really should have called Jay McBee (President of the Manka Bros. Television Group). I explained that I was too senior of an executive to even be having this conversation with him. He understood, telling me he was grateful that I even took his call and mentioned that he's not even allowed to look Jeff Zucker in the eye (much less call him when he has a bad dream). Then he started to cry - a real low-groaning-belly-aching cry. I tried to cheer him up by saying I really enjoyed the remake of Knight Rider (a complete lie) and was sorry it wasn't working. As a joke, I told him he should next try to remake Friends or Seinfeld or some other show that was more successful in its initial run. He said, "That's a fucking awesome idea! Thanks, Khan!"
He hung up - I'm sure to chemically re-energize himself and get back to work (though there really is no reason to - I think he'll be canned after that horrible looking Christian Slater show bombs - perhaps he should remake that show with a bigger star). I immediately called Jay McBee and told him to offer Ben Silverman a job as the new head of MBS. Even though he's been on a cold streak lately, at least he knows how to throw a decent Emmy party. MBS' recent one was pathetic.

P.S. - Because of all the recent late night phone calls to my house, I will now be unreachable at home.
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