The Film Snob...

"Have they ever watched a film before?!" hissed Gary. He was in his last years of college, interning as a production assistant on a low budget film. Gary leaned on a c-stand as he edged towards Heidi, the cute make-up girl. "I mean, shit...this stuff is so fucking banal"
"Gary!" she gasped "you shouldn't say those things out loud."
"Ah, you're one of them"
"One of them?" she seemed confused.
"Yeah, like they recycle a bunch of shit, and you think it's all new. Why I could tell you--"

"Ready to roll. Last looks!" cried the fat assistant director. Gary dummied up.
"Roll sound...roll camera...Action!" the AD bellowed.
The scene was shot.
Gary continued "Y'see? What that actor did was ripped off of Godard."
Heidi's face contorted "Gah...who?"
"Godard!" Gary nearly choked "You don't know Godard?! Jean-Luc"
"No. Friend of yours?"
"Don't be funny. He was part of the French New Wave cinema. His work is influencing these assholes today. These nitwit writers stole that line we just heard. So fucking sick of it."
"Well, if he's French, does it matter?" Heidi smiled.
"Yes! It matters. They flat out steal and think they're original, and fuck...they need to be called out."
"You gonna say something?" she smirked, enjoying his anger.
"I'll wait until I see the Director. Maybe bring it up. Like 'French New Wave fan huh?"
"You sure you want to do that?"
"Yeah, someone has to!"
"Oh shit, I have to go. Being called." Heidi disappeared into the darkness.

The house lights come up, many of the crew mull about, resetting lights. A tall Man with thick glasses and a grizzled beard heads over to craft services. He eyes the donut. Gary spots him, and brightens. He sidles up to the man.
"How about a danish?"
The man looked surprised. "You scared me, kid. Sure, a danish is fine." Gary handed the man a danish and a paper towel.
"French New Wave fan, are we?"
The Man paused. Looked up from underneath his sweaty production cap...