PHILOSOPHY
OF FILM
Let’s delve
into some character, some archetypes, some depth or certain quantities of
depth. Let’s pick on the little guy in all his ambiance, let’s strip the
million dollar actor from the billion dollar project and let’s see what happens.
The respect is not a bit, not a part of the grand operatic process of trucking
along in cinematic containment. Its contingent, which is to say it might be
television. It all depends on the latitude and the pleasure of the audience as
they whack off into tomato examinations. The perpetrators of such act claim
that they have simply been compromised by Martian musicality that swam into
their very naked essence. Would the manly whale take a feel from a blanket of
producers? Possibly, they do carry blunderbusses and harsh payslips. But it’s
all in the screenplay. If you want to talk back at me, it’s all in the
screenplay. Let’s keep it starry!
THUGGISH
BEHAVIOUR
I have burst
my fateful smithy, right as he was making the landscape from horseshoes. He was
nobody you ever heard of and you probably won’t seek me out to help mourn him
but his widow was quite sweet-lipped and hairy. I’ll make my move in a few
weeks time, I’ll punch around the memory of her husband, tussle with his
essence until it submits under my romantic beat. This isn’t thuggish behaviour; this is merely
exertion of the ample ideal. More specifically I rip off hacks and disparage
the ingenious dead. Let’s say the smithy returns and drops raindrops on my nose
that gradually imitate a slimy asylum. There are steps I could take to
reverberate the old dust and swallow it till swollen. When I become swollen, I
simply then pay homage and think it over in a public place. They’ll see and set
their standards accordingly and I’ll live to fight another day. That does not
make me a mercenary though, I write my own dialogues.
SLAM
DUNK/SLAM DUNK/SLAM DUNK
They told me
I had natural talent and that everything would work out like bullshit in a thirty
degree deathbed. Nuh-uh. What really happens is the hat comes off and the truth
of the matter is that you’ll discover that failure develops into vibrant
pictures of likeable bays. There are points to get across the body of water and
lisps to receive them with auteur sensibilities. Lisps have very little to do
with lispers and even less to do with director caps, the cinematographer edits
and edits until she walks away. Chumps are surer of the validation that acts as
the rind of every daily action. We share and we care about the wood and blood
and wanton structured walks on Western fronts. Sadly though the stories rarely
engage me as I pluck thin clogs from unwatchable cartons. Anyone can get their
picture on the cartons, its promotion goes far too far. Let the smack talk
roll. Just give me a second to dunk this basket. Five minutes.
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