I understand you want to be a nice guy, but sometimes you have to be firm. You're the director, what you say should be final. They're not entitled to anything until the film is completed. Don't be an ass about it, but once you've explained your reasoning that should be enough.
I think you're right, first of all.
And I think you're a reasonable man not used to handling unreasonable children, and poor ole MDM has some adult children that have given him something and it sounds like they just want to keep asking for more and more and more in return and he just can't reason them out of it because... well... they're children.
They'll be asking him to sleep at his house before long.
He's gonna come home from the grocery store one day and find laundry all over the bathroom, complaints about the color of the paint on the wall to distract him from the used rubber in the floor on the far side of the bad (WTH?), and a "peculiar kidney pain" in one of his girls - could he please just take her to the ER?
And of course she has no insurance, so could he pleeeease be her angel and tell them she's his wife and file it on his insurance?
Said "kidney pain" becomes a "back injury" and before you know it she's bleeding him dry on insurance co-pays for meds she's selling on the streets $8 a pill.
And another girl turns up knocked up.
Of course MDM is a stand up guy, and so he stares a few gasping moments when he overhears her telling her overseas mum on the cell he's now making monthly payments on "to help her out" that it was the guy she's been living with for months now, but he'll do her right. (About that rubber... was I involved)?
The immigration process for mom will begin after a few first trimester tears and random acts of emotional vomiting.
And I think she's just been wiping out a few cans of pringles. That ain't a "bump". She's just getting fat.
Meanwhile she's ingratiated herself into the MDM family and they now like her much more than MDM himself, that randy old dog. The only redeeming quality about him is now her!
This sh!t will go on endlessly.
Gas for the car becomes oil changes and a new alternator.
$5 lunch burgers become $6 suppers "and fries for breakfast!" for just a dollar more.
A blouse "torn on the set" becomes a wardrobe make-over opportunity. (Myth might get to see a peek of giggling changing room action)! But just a peek. Don't get your hopes up.
They don't wan't his cock.
Just his balls.
This is a nutcase management issue.
I try very hard to stay ten miles away from f#cking nutty people, as I just don't have time for their bullsh!t which this is rapidly becoming.
"I want some shots for my reel RIGHT NOW! I don't care if they're cr@p. I want them NOW!!!
Yeah... Yeah... Yeah, I know I signed the contract that stated I'll get clips for my reel when it's released - but NEXT YEAR is soooo far away.
When I signed the contract I didn't know it was going to take you THAT long to edit and release. I couldn't make an informed decision. I'm not accountable for my behavior.
If you don't give me your balls now I'm going to pout and not finish your feature and you can sue me in court!
Or just give me some sh!tty dailies. I don't care if they're crap.
I wanna get another job ASAP using your stuff, so I need them RIGHT NOW".
Pouting and waterworks ensue.
Sound about right, Myth?
Unfortunately?