dead things
Today was Dia de los Muertos. Day of the Dead.
I realised recently that almost all of the films I have made this year (and last year, even), revolve around death or loss. Tomorrow, I'm holding auditions for my final TV studio project, and can you guess what there is in the story? That's right, death. A woman finds out that her son has just died. A real upper.
I find it very interesting that this theme of death has crept its way into my films, as I don't generally think of myself as a gloomy person. Of course I get sad sometimes, or have bouts of pessimism. But overall, even at the darkest times of my life, I have always kept an overall optimistic viewpoint.
My mother called me "emo" for the first time the other day. (My brother has called me emo many times before, but not even because I listen to emo music, which I don't, but just because I go to NYU.) I have always considered myself pretty emotionally sensitive. In fact, I think this has increased over time; I cry more easily in movies now than I did five years ago. But is being "emotional" the same thing as being "emo"?
Upon further inspection, most of my films actually use death or loss as a conduit to convey some sort of message of hope. Even if they are "emo", they are optimistic (or at least carry some sort of message with them).
Alright, that's enough introspective psychoanalysing for one post. Back in reality, Halloween weekend was fun. It consisted of parties, Amanda and I in matching costumes, Waiting for Godot, Angels in America, and coffee with Elizabeth Fawthrop. Actual Halloween night was spent attempting to make a nice little movie-viewing party, at which I was not very good at. Lucky my friends were there to save me from myself. In the end, we watched The Nightmare Before Christmas, and a pleasant time was had by all. (I hope.)
I realised recently that almost all of the films I have made this year (and last year, even), revolve around death or loss. Tomorrow, I'm holding auditions for my final TV studio project, and can you guess what there is in the story? That's right, death. A woman finds out that her son has just died. A real upper.
I find it very interesting that this theme of death has crept its way into my films, as I don't generally think of myself as a gloomy person. Of course I get sad sometimes, or have bouts of pessimism. But overall, even at the darkest times of my life, I have always kept an overall optimistic viewpoint.
My mother called me "emo" for the first time the other day. (My brother has called me emo many times before, but not even because I listen to emo music, which I don't, but just because I go to NYU.) I have always considered myself pretty emotionally sensitive. In fact, I think this has increased over time; I cry more easily in movies now than I did five years ago. But is being "emotional" the same thing as being "emo"?
Upon further inspection, most of my films actually use death or loss as a conduit to convey some sort of message of hope. Even if they are "emo", they are optimistic (or at least carry some sort of message with them).
Alright, that's enough introspective psychoanalysing for one post. Back in reality, Halloween weekend was fun. It consisted of parties, Amanda and I in matching costumes, Waiting for Godot, Angels in America, and coffee with Elizabeth Fawthrop. Actual Halloween night was spent attempting to make a nice little movie-viewing party, at which I was not very good at. Lucky my friends were there to save me from myself. In the end, we watched The Nightmare Before Christmas, and a pleasant time was had by all. (I hope.)