“Forgive me. I must start by pointing out that three years after a horrific financial crisis caused by massive fraud, not a single financial executive has gone to jail — and that’s wrong.”—CHARLES FERGUSON, co-winner of the Best Documentary for the Wall Street expose Inside Job, accepting his award. (via inothernews)
People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are The Advertisers and they are laughing at you.
You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.
Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.
You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.
“Mostly, though, what I think you should do is this: I think you should go back to the things you love. Things you really love, things that get to you emotionally, or that are your pop-culture comfort food, things you like without having to analyze it. And then I think you should try to rip those things apart. I think you should take all of your excellent feminist cultural critic education, and I think you should turn it on something you really, truly love, and then I think you should try to destroy it. It will feel like dissecting a pet kitten; it should. You may find that you can’t; you may find some hidden kernel of pro-ladyism that you never suspected before, that explains why you liked it in the first place. You may figure out things about yourself that are interesting enough to put in the piece — I tend to think that if you really love something, it’s talking to you about something you’ve been through or someone you are, whether or not you’re aware of it. Or you may be able to tear its politics to shreds, and still love it anyway, and you’ll have to get that complexity across.”—
Today I received my first rejection e-mail (I wanted to say letter so badly) from a film festival.
Maybe it’s my schedule or maybe it’s the fact that I’m still waiting to hear from another film festival, but it’s not really effecting me in any deep way. I know that I’ll be seeing a lot of rejection. I’m starting at this super young, perhaps earlier than I should be. Rejection is a part of the game.
I know I’ll be disappointed if I’m not accepted into the other film festival. But, then summer will be around the corner, which means more time to work on other film projects, which means more opportunities to enter films into festivals.
However, this does plant the seed of doubt. The idea that I may never get into a festival. But, let’s hope that’s just an idea in the back of my brain, as it currently is.
“Pancha is a modern western told from the perspective of a little girl who dreams of becoming an outlaw like her hero, the revolutionary Pacho Villa. When her friend’s doll is kidnapped by a gang of rowdy boys, Pancha offers them a tempting trade that gets her into serious trouble with the law. After discovering the true meaning of heroism, she rallies up the girls to get back at the boys once and for all… In other words: an epic little ten-minute narrative shot on 35mm film.”
Even a couple bucks will help my friends with this great project, but if you can’t donate, a reblog would we awesome.
I would like to do more with this Tumblr, but I’m finding it pretty difficult to find time for myself with my current work schedule. According to my recent quiz scores, I’m also having a hard time finding the proper time for classes.
But, I digress. I’m here to rejoice with you, internet friends! Two of my shorts are now on IMDB!
Yes, I now have something in common with CasablancaandJesus Camp!
Sure, perhaps an IMDB page really means very little, but it’s the littlest thing that has made me feel the most professional.
I’m working with someone on posters for the two shorts that have made it to IMDB, which are The Second Meeting and 275. But, for now, I decided to cut up new trailers for both shorts to give IMDB a little special material.
Go check out the pages and the trailers. Share and be kind. Love and be loved.
Sleep and then wake up regrettably. Cycles of life!
Does anyone know for sure? I find the commenter’s statements questionable because, well, there aren’t subtitles. It’s a silent film with cards with the dialogue and story elements throughout the film (as I recall).
Love the film, but if the transfer is terrible, it’s not worth owning, is it?
One of my favorite set of sentences that I wrote in the first draft are as follows:
"Mayhew is an alcoholic. He’s violence."
Six hours felt like sleep deprivation to me because I’m rather anal about sleep. I’m an early-ish riser, but I require a certain amount of sleep. I get tense over it. This is why starting a “Clerks” viewing the night before at 1 am was kind of a hassle for me. But then we did it and I got drunk!
A strange thing happened last night. A friend of mine came across the youtube video series known as “Marble Hornets.” We watched every single video that has been made to this date, which took us to 1 AM. I still had work to do (and, quite frankly, I was a little paranoid, as the series is pretty decent) and I didn’t end up in bed until 2 AM. I had to wake up at 8 this morning.
In this sleep deprived state, I feel I might be at my best to discuss The Coens’ Barton Fink. It’s a film that I thoroughly enjoy, but it’s also a film that puzzles me. It frustrates me.