29 October, 2007

i've been saying it for years now

This November I am going to try and make a feature length film. I'm not going to write a script, only draw out a rough outline. The idea is to re-imagine how a film is not only shot, but conceived, and assembled. The idea is to imagine a film created by someone who has only heard of the cinema as a medium, but who has never been exposed to its 100 years of existence.

goodbye shot and reverse shot.

hello talking to the boom-microphone operator.

Here are some quotes that I can't help but be inspired by.

"If you want to tell stories, be a writer, not a filmmaker."
-- Peter Greenaway

"We'd often go to the movies. We'd shiver as the screen lit up. But more often, Madeline and I would be disappointed. The images flickered. Marilyn Monroe looked terribly old. It saddened us. It wasn't the film we had dreamed, the film we all carried in our hearts, the film we wanted to make... and secretly wanted to live."
-- Paul in Masculin Feminin by Jean-Luc Godard

"The film of tomorrow will not be directed by civil servants of the camera, but by artists for whom shooting a film constitutes a wonderful and thrilling adventure... The film of tomorrow will resemble the person who made it, and the number of spectators will be proportional to the number of friends the director has... The film of tomorrow appears to me as even more personal than an individual and autobiographical novel, like a confession, or a diary... The film of tomorrow will be an act of love."
-- Francois Truffaut

let's go to work!

25 October, 2007

support our war

i had this really unusual dream the other night, and i don't remember it. i only know that it woke me up in the middle of the night and i couldn't figure out where i was, or more interestingly, who i was. it lasted only a matter of seconds before i could piece myself back together, but it was pretty frightening. my biggest fear in life is going crazy. it looks as though i'm on my way.

anyway, i have this fun idea i am going to suggest to my creative peers. i want to compose a book called, "Twenty-Five Essays on Why Joy is Important by Federic de Montepomme." Basically I'm going to ask my friends to write essays based on the above title, compile them, and do some sort of small press publication.

This is the Friendship Update.

Also, I think Montepomme is one of my favorite names I've ever come up with -- Apple Mountain!!! You betcha!

17 October, 2007

how the dreams talk

earlier this week i had a dream where i was fighting in a war in india. the colors were vibrant, of course. i don't know who my enemy was, and i didn't even have a gun. i remember at one point i was hiding behind a broken apart concrete. there was graffiti on it, and metal poles exposed, it was crazy. the bullets were whizzing by me. i ran into my mom a little bit later. she and my dad were vacationing in india. anyway, she started hounding me about "getting all my things done" before i fought.

the dream ended with me rowing a boat up the Ganges.


Then just the other night i was dreaming that i was driving a bus full of all my friends. we were about to drive through the biggest snow storm ever in modern history (so the news told me). anyway, i was driving when i lost control of the bus on the snowy, icy roadway. the bus flew off the interstate, flipping in the air over a river, and finally we crushed down onto the frozen bank of the river. while we were in the air we were all quiet until someone said, "I'm glad we're all going to die together." and i think that's really nice.

we had no hope, but we were all in it together.

not to be too dramatic, but this is how i've been feeling about living in america with all my friends. things aren't going to improve, in fact, they're only going to get worse. but at least we're all here together.

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young americans by David Drori

12 October, 2007

welcome to earth --- will smitth, id4

i just woke up from this dream.

i was on a bridge that goes over Lake Washington with my uncle jim. it was a big crazy, curving bridge. i could see this island with a sporting goods store of some sort. next thing i know, the bridge is moving, somehow it had morphed into a speed boat, and i'm enjoying the sea breeze hitting my face. i look out at the horizon, and rising from the pine trees on the hill what should i see other than a big, silver UFO. the UFO noticed i saw it and it morphs into like, a giant robot, flying directly in front of me, and just like in a nintendo 64 game, this UFO, or "Boss" would throw out four "small guys" that i'd have to fight off before he'd swoop down at me, giving me an opportunity to attack him. the small guys were basically those big venus-fly-trap-like plants from Zelda (in the forest). then when the boss, or UFO, swooped down, I had to wait for him to open his mouth before i could throw a bomb into it. it was way starfox.

anyway, i don't remember how it ended. i assume well because here i am, after all, right?

ps, do people actually still read this?

08 October, 2007

in this dream i had

so last night i had this dream that might get me excommunicated from the Church. allow me tell the tale:


i'm out in the desert in front of this giant gold cathedral, that has these big circular gold stained glass windows. i'm in such awe, i get down onto my hands and knees and begin to pray. just then who should show up, but the pope himself. it wasn't benedict, nor was it j.p. ii. instead it was this dude i was completely unfamiliar with all together. but he began to approach me, and i began to get nervous, since i'm not catholic. i didn't want him to come up and start blessing me and saying things that i wouldn't know how to properly respond to. he did though. he came up and put his hands on my shoulders and put his head against my head and started speaking to me in italian, and i didn't know what was going on. he eventually caught on and started speaking in english. BUT -- once he started speaking a language i could understand i quickly realized that the pope was being possessed by a demon, or was a demon himself.

in a panic i broke away from his grips, threw a brick through the stained glass window, and ran back to the cabin i was staying at. guess who should be waiting for me but Harry Potter himself, played strikingly by Daniel Radcliffe.

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well it should go without saying he was expecting me, and had already figured out a plan to rid the world of this evil pope. he barked at me a few instructions -- telling me to go upstairs and get these two girls, then come back and meet him here -- these sort of things.

so i go upstairs and i don't really remember what happened, but i did jump onto this one guy's neck, and that was the last of him. then i found the two girls who were pouring paint onto one another to better disguise themselves as fairies, they told me. a sort of wizarding technique i'm unfamiliar with, i'm sure.

but anyway, the girls and i get back to harry just as instructed, and then i woke up to a phone call.

what a dream though.