Are Those Starry-Eyed Hopefuls Contributing to Hollywood’s Demise?

Four talentless flunkies with “dreams” shuttle out to L.A., believing that they can break into the movies (“The Big Leap,” by Deborah Netburn, March 11). I can’t fathom why you wasted space on this far-too-common story. These beer bottle-clinking, fraternity-boy buffoons flock to L.A. every year by the thousands, clinging to the hope that they can write the next “Beerfest,” get rich quick and bag hot chicks at parties. It’s precisely this mentality and the persistence of “the dream” that lie at the root of Hollywood’s demise.

Wade Major

Senior film critic

Boxoffice Magazine

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