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When i was young, there was a point in time where i thought i'd be a teacher.
I wanted to be a teacher... just so i could be a better one then i had.
There was a point in time i wanted to be a coach... so i could do it better than my coach did.
I wanted to be a physical therapist, because i thought i'd make people happier then she did.
I wanted to have my boss' job, because he sucked at it and i could do better.
I watch movies. Sometimes it pains me to watch them... because i didn't work on it. I didn't help wright it. I didn't light a scene or check the continuity. I wasn't standing there to tell them he's wearing the wrong shirt, or the hue is too blue. That last cut was awkward, yet hollywood let it by. Who writes these things and where along the line does it get screwed up?
Sometimes i watch movies, and all i can think about are the things i would have done to make it better.
Who out there is doing that?
There has to be someone in charge of the "How do i make this crappy movie better" department. Because if such a department existed and such a title (though probably in different words)... i'd want their job, so i could do it better.
Julie and Julia was a terrible movie. Ok, so you just looked at me and said "Duh" really loud and exaggerated, but come on. It had so much potential. it was simply poorly written. And poorly edited might i add, but that's not one of my strong points, so i won't argue that one. Either way, when the protagonist clearly states her/his solution to the "conflict" within the first 10 minutes, it turns to be quite the boring plot.
There's one very important saying my professor once said. At the time i understood what he meant, but not necessarily why and how important. "Who cares?" Listen up hollywood, before you give the A-OK to begin production, re-read the script and ask yourself "Who cares?" If you can't make me care about a character and whether or not they complete their task by the end of 90 minutes... please don't waste my time.
I cry about how i'm going to be 26 with nothing to show for it.
Yes, i have a great job, a more so than not comfortable financial standing, a definite future in the company, a cute apartment, a sexy car, wonderful friends, family and an awesome sister. But... who cares? I want the great family, friends, sexy car, cute apartment and a sense of living.
I hate mornings, everyone that knows me is well aware that i hate mornings. Someone once asked, "How much money would it take to get you out of bed and heading to work at 7 am everyday?"
Initially i said it would have to be a ridiculous amount to make up for my everyday hatred and disgust for bird chirping sunshine five days a week, but as an afterthought, i realized, there have been countless number of times i have risen before dawn to hit the road for a job in production... and most were volunteer positions.
This here protagonist is having a hard time making the audience care. Once they care, I'm one step closer to a sense of living.
I wanted to be a teacher... just so i could be a better one then i had.
There was a point in time i wanted to be a coach... so i could do it better than my coach did.
I wanted to be a physical therapist, because i thought i'd make people happier then she did.
I wanted to have my boss' job, because he sucked at it and i could do better.
I watch movies. Sometimes it pains me to watch them... because i didn't work on it. I didn't help wright it. I didn't light a scene or check the continuity. I wasn't standing there to tell them he's wearing the wrong shirt, or the hue is too blue. That last cut was awkward, yet hollywood let it by. Who writes these things and where along the line does it get screwed up?
Sometimes i watch movies, and all i can think about are the things i would have done to make it better.
Who out there is doing that?
There has to be someone in charge of the "How do i make this crappy movie better" department. Because if such a department existed and such a title (though probably in different words)... i'd want their job, so i could do it better.
Julie and Julia was a terrible movie. Ok, so you just looked at me and said "Duh" really loud and exaggerated, but come on. It had so much potential. it was simply poorly written. And poorly edited might i add, but that's not one of my strong points, so i won't argue that one. Either way, when the protagonist clearly states her/his solution to the "conflict" within the first 10 minutes, it turns to be quite the boring plot.
There's one very important saying my professor once said. At the time i understood what he meant, but not necessarily why and how important. "Who cares?" Listen up hollywood, before you give the A-OK to begin production, re-read the script and ask yourself "Who cares?" If you can't make me care about a character and whether or not they complete their task by the end of 90 minutes... please don't waste my time.
I cry about how i'm going to be 26 with nothing to show for it.
Yes, i have a great job, a more so than not comfortable financial standing, a definite future in the company, a cute apartment, a sexy car, wonderful friends, family and an awesome sister. But... who cares? I want the great family, friends, sexy car, cute apartment and a sense of living.
I hate mornings, everyone that knows me is well aware that i hate mornings. Someone once asked, "How much money would it take to get you out of bed and heading to work at 7 am everyday?"
Initially i said it would have to be a ridiculous amount to make up for my everyday hatred and disgust for bird chirping sunshine five days a week, but as an afterthought, i realized, there have been countless number of times i have risen before dawn to hit the road for a job in production... and most were volunteer positions.
This here protagonist is having a hard time making the audience care. Once they care, I'm one step closer to a sense of living.