The Strike Is Over!

James Lipton talks about the beginning of professional career.

20080220_strike_320x240.jpg The strike is over!!! Some reflections ... but first, the best part of blogging: the opportunity to meet our audience -- you -- and share some thoughts.

To those of who have read my book and been kind enough to e-mail me about it, my deepest thanks. Writing a book (or a movie or a play or a television show) is, I suspect, like giving birth to a child. After the long period of gestation, you emerge with it in your arms and a wary, hopeful smile on your face. What will people think? What will they say? Will they welcome your creation or shun it?

The critical and public reaction to Inside Inside has been all I could have hoped for -- but nothing can beat the immediate, person-to-person response of a Web site.

Kristen, Darlene, Dave (from Vienna!), Patty P., Karina (from Rome!), my heartfelt thanks for your kind, considerate words.

Susan, we've just finished editing the Robin Williams DVD, and have been able to restore nearly forty hilarious minutes that we were heartbroken to leave behind when it aired in 2001. There were moments in the edit room last week when we were laughing so hard that we couldn't hear Robin on the screen, and had to take a break before resuming the edit. I think it will be available to you in June.

Now -- to the strike. 100 days -- that's how long it lasted -- and of all the interview programs and talk shows on television, Inside the Actors Studio was the only one that honored the strike from first day to last -- which wasn't easy since Inside is the only show that is wholly owned by a not-for-profit educational institution, the Actors Studio.

But the strike is over, and we've resumed casting this Spring's shows, and soon we'll be shooting them. One thing I learned from the strike (which I already suspected) is that I'm not designed for leisure. Since, once again uniquely among shows like Inside the Actors Studio, I do my own homework, it takes me two full seven-day weeks of 10- to 14-hour days to prepare the three or four hundred blue cards you see in front of me on each show. For 10 years, from 1994 to 2004, I lived a double life as Executive Producer, writer, and host of Inside the Actors Studio and dean of the Actors Studio Drama School, the master's degree program whose students you now see in our theater at Pace University. During those years, working two full-time jobs, I was able to take two days off between the first of September and the middle of June, Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Our show is still geared to the school year because Inside the Actors Studio began as, is still, and will always be a classroom for our master's degree candidates. When we created the show, I was concerned that that might limit our television audience, but since we're in 84,000,000 homes on Bravo and 125 countries, it's clear I was wrong: witness the e-mails from Vienna and Rome, mentioned above, on our Web site.

Looking back, I can't remember a time in my life when I wasn't working. This excerpt from Inside Inside explains why:

At thirteen I began my professional career, washing glass in nitric acid in a photoengraving plant in downtown Detroit. The plant was a cavernous space designed around what looked like a massive bellows camera that transmitted the images in front of its lens to a three-by-three-foot sheet of chemical-coated glass that served as its film.

Once those huge glass negatives had rendered up the positive images that would appear in print, the glass was coated for reuse. Before the recoating, the exposed coating had to be removed by placing the sheets of glass in vats of nitric acid. In order to protect the plant's workers from the toxic nitric acid fumes, the vats were enclosed in a roofed shed in the middle of the room, with a sink and a single naked light bulb hanging overhead. The shed was my place of employment.

I stood facing the sink, with a vat of nitric acid on one side and a tub of clear water on the other. One by one, as quickly as I could, I hauled the sheets of glass up from the acid and placed them and my hands in the sink under running water. Lifting the glass out of the acid required not only speed but great care, since years of use had broken their edges into jagged shards, waiting for me in the vat. Four or five times a day, the glass would get me, a distinctly unpleasant experience.

Rubber gloves were no solution, since the glass would have sliced through the glove, which would have filled with nitric acid, prolonging the unpleasantness. So the only remedy, such as it was, was yanking my bloodied hand out of the acid and plunging it under the constant stream of cold water in the sink until the bleeding stopped and I could go back to the vat for more glass.

Once the glass was in the sink, I rubbed it clean of the last vestiges of coating with blocks of charcoal, then delivered it to the tub of water, and reached into the acid vat for another sheet of glass.

Everyone who has studied even elementary chemistry knows that nitric acid is a test for protein, turning it yellow; and since I was then, and am now, in large part protein, I passed my thirteenth summer with bright yellow hands, like Mickey Mouse's, which led me to spend most of my time away from the plant with my hands plunged deep into my pockets.

August approached and, as the temperature in the shed soared and my spirits plummeted, I searched desperately for, and finally came up with, a palliative to my plight. Since the Detroit public schools offered Latin, which I'd taken eagerly, I would pass the rest of the sultry, acidic summer translating every popular song I knew into Latin. In the unlikely event that anyone reading these pages wonders what Cole Porter's "Night and Day" sounds like in Latin, here, to the best of my recollection, is the kind of Gregorian pop song that shrilled (my voice hadn't yet fully changed) out of my shed hour after hour: Nox et dies, Tu es unica, Sola tu sub lunam aut sub solem. Sive prope me, sive procul, Non nullius momenti est, cara, Ubi tu es, De te cogito, Dies et nox, nox et dies. Shut away in the shed with my acid and glass, I was unaware of the fact that, as my repertoire grew, so did the ire of my co-workers, in equal -- and, in retrospect, understandable -- proportion.

The inevitable day of reckoning came when the boss wrenched the door of my shed open to inform me that the workers were threatening to strike if he didn't stop me. The rest of the summer was spent under the light bulb, in the fumes, fuming, in silence. September and school rescued me. But my childhood was emphatically over; and there has never been a moment, from that day to this, when I haven't been (more or less gainfully) employed. See what I mean?

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The Magical 250th Episode

James lets you know how you the viewer can shape the show's record-shattering episode.

The amazing journey of Inside the Actors Studio continues at an accelerating pace.

Consider:

We are entering our Nineteenth Season, shattering our own record for cable TV longevity.

We have received out fifteenth Emmy nomination, another record.

We are celebrating these milestones with yet one more record: our 250th Episode.

And just to add another layer of icing to the cake, this will be an Inside the Actors Studio episode unlike any of the preceding 249.

Why? Because this time, you, our viewers in 94,000,000 homes across America on Bravo, and in 125 countries around the world, are going to cast it.

Over the years since 1994, we've had thousands of viewer responses to the show, on the internet, in the media and even -- and often -- on the street and in every conceivable public space, where I'm approached by kind strangers with, "My favorite show was. . ." "My favorite moment was. . ." "My favorite guest was. . ."

So, when my Bravo colleagues and I gathered around a table to ask ourselves, "How do we celebrate the 250th?" we realized the answer was staring us in the face: "Let's let those good people who have shared this amazing journey with us take over and pick the best moments, episodes, and guests of the past eighteen years, and we'll reprise them on the 250th, with full on-air credit to the viewer whose proposal we've selected."

Victor Hugo said, "Nothing is as powerful as an idea whose time has come" and clearly this is an idea whose time has come.

And the social networks of cyberspace, another idea whose time has come since we began the series, enable us to reach out to. . .you out there, wherever you are and whatever you think.

So we invite you to share your all-time favorite moment, guest or episode, and the reason for your choice, by commenting here at Bravotv.com, on Bravo’s Facebook page, or on Twitter using the hashtag #IAS250. If we choose your response, it will be read on the show, as the introduction of the moment, guest or episode you’ve proposed, signed and certified by you.

It’s as simple as that: you, our viewers are the casting directors of this historic 250th episode -- and your wishes will be our commands.

We await your responses and decisions. Then you and your friends and family can gather before the electronic hearth later this fall to watch an unprecedented cavalcade of stars, chosen -- and presented -- by YOU and your fellow viewers.

In the meantime, happy reminiscing. We’re sure this will be our best show ever because it’s now in your capable hands.

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