By David Poland email@example.com
Nikki, Part Deux
It never occurs to me how low some people can stoop.
I can always count on Nikki Finke to slither to the lowest place in the cesspool she is so proud of creating.
So we have Nikki trying to shred Lynne Segall on her way out the door to go to The Hollywood Reporter 2.0, as Deadline seems to be struggling a bit to keep up.
I am not a friend of Lynne Segall. I have questioned her integrity along the way myself. I know her a little.
I was pretty much sticking to the business side of this story.
But what kind of person tries to kick someone as they leave a job? A piece of shit. The same kind of piece of shit who writes nary a negative word about a failed Paramount executive as she is in bed (figuratively) with his boss.. until he is dumped… at which point she shits all over the guy in print, never, of course, mentioning the man who hired him in a fit of brain damage in the first place. The same kind of person who roots for a network exec to fail, never taking into account the many, many people whose livelihoods depend on his success.
Writing based on a Friends List and an Enemies List – especially from the list of someone else who is on your Friends List – is not journalistic integrity. It’s water carrying.
You know, journalists cover Nikki liked bemused zoo patrons watching monkeys throw shit at each other. Ha ha. Isn’t it funny? I know it’s a scam, but it makes me laugh. Who is she really hurting? Everyone gets the joke, right?
Is there no shame left in this town?
Isn’t there a point where the most powerful people in this business say, “Okay… check… tired of being The Nikki Whisper” and letting her shit all over my staff and tired of being in business – no checks are signed, but Nikki is paid in ego strokes – with someone who doesn’t make me any actual money but makes the community an uglier and uglier place to live?”
And by the way… has anyone actually read the lower-than-trade-special-edition-suck-ups Primetime Emmy Awards print editions that Nikki now boastfully claims are her doing? If there was a single piece of reporting (aside from the ability to do a 300 word interview) crawling around in there, it died of loneliness before it got past the multi-page glossy ads.
Is she so delusional that she actually thinks ANYONE buying her ads thinks there is any editorial integrity in any of the print editions that have come out from Deadline? Sell fluff if you want to, but don’t try to turn yourself into a martyr to journalism for printing a list of Emmy or Oscar contenders next to high-gloss photos.
Tell us, oh Queen of Transparency, why you haven’t written a single harsh word about any upper management at 3 of the majors in years? Tell us, Nikki, who feeds you your take on the two major indies out there right now and why nothing you ever write goes against their personal positions? Tell us, Nikki, who at Fox TV pulls your little strings? Tell us, Nikki, how much it costs in information to get you not to write a story?
Trans-fucking-parency? You won’t let anyone see your face!!!! Are you kidding?
You are a smart, smart woman, Nikki. You are a shit journalist, but you are a master manipulator.
I know that when you show yourself to be the disgusting human being that you are, it amuses the hell out of some people. Everyone in this business has their share of enemies… including Lynne. So you will milk this flaw of human nature and continue to ride the Bile Train for as long as you live. You were there long before you ever found your home on the web.
You’re smart to stay hidden away… or you might get slapped in the face a dozen times a day, walking down the street in Brentwood, by decent people who just want to express how they feel about you.
And the ability to bring that out in others… that’s the only power you really have… the only power you’ll ever have… because you aren’t good enough – not confident enough – to do it any other way. So enjoy that power. And stay an example of what could happen to the rest of us if we lost touch with our humanity.
But that’s just how I see it… so sue me…