Here's interesting feedback I have received this week so far (and it's only Tuesday):
"What I like about this script is it's tightly structured and draws to a satisfying conclusion."
"I had no idea what was going on here, you need to decide on a path for your characters - and give them a destination too, there was no dramatic satisifaction to your ending."
These were both for the same script by the way.
This WAS going to be an inspirational post about not letting the bastards grind you down, not everyone will like your stuff even if you're good, etc etc, but sometimes it's MORE fun to consider the responses your friends and colleagues make when you forward them feedback on your scripts (though these are not about the feedback above by the way, but other ones - some recent, some not):
"And who is this guy? Let him hope that I never meet him... Not because I am actually any physical threat whatsoever, but because I'll definitely stare him out and make him feel weird, least I can do."
"This is why anonymous, bitter readers should be outlawed... Or at least rounded up and shot."
"I'm so angry on your behalf, I think I weed my pants a little."
"Don't sweat it. You needed this gig like you need a hole in the head - along with several rounds of dynamite and a crack pipe. Actually, I need the crack pipe just for reading that email. GIVE IT BACK."
"Really, I'm impressed how helpful they've been... If indeed being helpful means stabbing your eyes out with daggers."
My favourite bit of scriptwriting-related madness though has to be this one (though technically this wasn't actually about script feedback). I was having a beer with a friend of mine, another writer, who took a phone call whilst we were in a bar. It went something like this:
FRIEND ON PHONE: Right, right. I remember you.
(Mimes to me: who the fuck is this guy?)
FRIEND ON PHONE: Oh, right. Yeah. Sounds an interesting, erm, project.
(Mimes to me: yeah right!!!)
FRIEND ON PHONE: Yeah, sure, sure. Yeah. Well, let's set something up. My people will call your people. 'Bye.
(Puts phone down, grins at me)
FRIEND: I have no people. He will never hear from me again.