Noah Baumbach

Amazingly, it was kind of worse.

I wish I could tell you that this is one of those.

Where everything happens for a reason, and when a door closed, a window opened, but it wasn't.

After I received this letter, I did not wander out into the street in a daze and get hit by a car, and the driver of that car didn't turn out to be my future wife, and the surgeon who fixed my leg did not turn out to be a famous producer who wanted to make all of my movies.

None of that happened, and I wouldn't meet my future wife for another 10 years, and we'd get divorced.

All right, it's fine.

No, there was no unexpected rose that came from this sharp thorn.

So why do I share this with you?

Yeah, why?

What can we learn from this?

What?

Tell me.

I'm waiting.

Tell me.

Well, I would caution any playwrights in the audience to send their work to this specific producer.

But when I looked him up a few years ago, I discovered that he passed away.

which also put to rest any hopes I had of reaching out to him and inviting him to the Oscars.

He died, so I couldn't invite him to the Oscars.