“For me, it was Home Sweet Home, a lovely place to play with lions and alligators, to ride my bike down lanes of pine and pepper trees, and to make lemonade from my own lemon tree. But by the time I was in the third grade I had learned the hard lesson that filmmaking was anything but glamorous. Not only was it hard, tedious work, with the same scene shot over and over again until a temperamental director had decided it had achieved perfection, it was also a place inhabited by demoniac film producers and conniving movie stars.”—Budd Schulberg (1914-2009), on his childhood as a son of a Hollywood production head in the silent-film era, in Moving Pictures: Memoirs of a Hollywood Prince (1981)
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