In 2009, I graduated from USC Film School & took a job at UTA Digital.
We were nerds at UTA. The misfits who watched YouTube videos while co-workers dreamed up film projects with clients like Johnny Depp.
In the nerd area, I sat next to a 22 year-old named Charlie.
People brushed Charlie off because he dressed a bit goofy (we all wore suits and ties) & didn't graduate from an Ivy League school.
He somehow found his way into UTA as an assistant & just seemed excited to have a foot in the door.
Getting coffee & answering phones for agents was better than Starbucks.
I never asked to read his screenplays. We were both busy doing our best not to get fired. Hollywood is tough like that.
We kept in touch on Facebook & I saw he left UTA to be a copywriter.
I was happy for Charlie. It wasn't screenwriting, but he'd get paid to write.
The Bradley Cooper + Lady Gaga performance was cool and all, but I really was bored of the show.
Then they announced Best Adapted Screenplay. Alright. Let's see who it is...
Charlie Wachtel. I know someone with that name. Funny.
Wait... that's Charlie on stage. WTF. Charlie just won an Oscar for best screenplay!!
I watched a dream come true. Charlie from the nerd area at UTA. The goofy kid from New Jersey who served agents coffee.
Won the most coveted writing award in Hollywood.
The story was never going to be told. But Charlie found it.
He wrote the screenplay on spec (i.e. unpaid) with his writing partner.
The most unlikely sequence of events for a story that had gone extinct.
Charlie freaking made it happen. Best Screenplay!!