A major creative director from new York flys into L.A. for a film transfer session. He is pissed off from the flight and rips into the colorist saying that this is the worst looking shit he has ever seen and the colorist sucks and would never work in NY he is so bad. His producer manages to pull him into another room to get him to calm down. In the meantime the colorist goes out for a smoke and to cool off himself. The colorist comes back into the room and just as he is sitting into his chair, the creative director pops in the room and exclaims that the film is beautiful and he doesn't know what the colorist did but it was a 180 degree difference. The colorist hadn't even touched a dial since the creative director was pulled out of the room earlier. Nothing had actually changed!