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Out of Omaha: How a Childhood Movie Fascination Led to a Career
By Matt McFarland When I was g rowing up in Omaha, Nebraska, during the ’70s and ’80s, movies were […]
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Union Made: How a Trailer Editor Got Her Start
By Thea Huang I was born and raised in Denver, Colorado. As a kid, I enjoyed playing sports — basketball […]
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Union Made: The ‘USC Mafia’ and How It Advanced One Editor’s Career
A long, long time ago, in 1976, I was a grad student at the USC School of Cinematic Arts and learned the craft of film editing. I edited an award-winning short, “F.N.G.”, which led to a teaching assistant position working with an Oscar-winning professor. […]
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Coming of Age: A Childhood Love of Film Led to an Editing Career
When I was growing up, Hollywood felt so far away because the films themselves were so otherworldly. The notion that someone could write and capture these images was mind-blowing to me. […]
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How a Love for Old Movies Launched a Career
How ‘Top Hat’ lifted spirits – and launched a career […]
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Fallout: How a Movie Lover Went From Counter-Terrorism to Storytelling
The author nearly took a job with the national security agency – until his love of storytelling took over […]
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UNION MADE: Patrick McMahon on His Journey From the Rink to the Cutting Room
Patrick McMahon, ACE, cut many horror/suspense projects, including the original, “A Nightmare On Elm Street.” He’s also edited seven pilots (five of which went to series) and documentaries including HBO’s Emmy Award-winning “Baghdad ER.” […]
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How to Become a Union Story Analyst
Whatever you read about — news, politics, history, race, psychology, robots, the Poem-a-Day in your inbox—informs your vision. Empathy is a vital skill. Dabbling is beneficial. […]
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Union Made: How George Lucas Helped a Young Editor Find His Way
Advice from George Lucas led to a career. […]
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From Mudbound to Movie Town
Igrew up in a little town in the middle of California called Atascadero, which loosely translates to “mud hole.” My hippie parents and I lived on a small ranch where my chores were feeding the sheep, pigs and chickens we raised. This was not a job I enjoyed. […]
