Went to film school, want to be a filmmaker still
My dream unfulfilled, but still unfolding
I look at what used to inspire me: magazine articles about
the great directors. always male. even today. I used to want
to be the female version. Not anymore
The New Yorker has a piece on one
Describes the process: a demanding scene where
Julia Roberts walks down a street and then gives a LOOK
This is not drama. drama is conflict. the new yorker doesn't know this
describes the making of "art" as the shot is repeated with different LOOKS
It's all taken so seriously: a large photo of the ARTIST on the facing page
He has four o-clock shadow times a few days. this is the look of a filmmaker
you will see it in the second half of the semester at any film school
and he looks worried, intense, confused...gassy? artists are never happy
is life a pretty picture? the artist knows this and cannot, will not smile
Later, "the Brille Building," in New York. wow. a building with a name no less
a building where many films are edited, have been edited over the years.
a sweatshop for editors of picture and sound, and a place for the director
to continue, now out of the shadow of the STAR
He's using a lot of profanity now. Just because he's an old white geek don't think
for a minute he ain't kool, he ain't street.
Actually, go ahead and keep thinking that, because you're right
Amazingly enough, he, from his heights of artistry, is slumming it with take-out
Oh, the dedication. Oh, the fear of ever leaving the building and being reminded
there is a whole world outside that doesn't care about you
His brother is the editor (no, don't say there is nepotism in this business, it's your imagination)
They review the shots of THE LOOK
There are many takes and now, this director who adapted someone else's novel
to the screen now claims, he wrote it. Really. It is all his.
Yes I still love making films but I've never loved the biz
And as I get older, the more I think that real artists don't get written up
in the New Yorker with such verve because they'd think it was just too silly
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 12:06 AM UTC
Went to film school, want to be a filmmaker still
My dream unfulfilled, but still unfolding
I look at what used to inspire me: magazine articles about
the great directors. always male. even today. I used to want
to be the female version. Not anymore
The New Yorker has a piece on one
Describes the process: a demanding scene where
Julia Roberts walks down a street and then gives a LOOK
This is not drama. drama is conflict. the new yorker doesn't know this
describes the making of "art" as the shot is repeated with different LOOKS
It's all taken so seriously: a large photo of the ARTIST on the facing page
He has four o-clock shadow times a few days. this is the look of a filmmaker
you will see it in the second half of the semester at any film school
and he looks worried, intense, confused...gassy? artists are never happy
is life a pretty picture? the artist knows this and cannot, will not smile
Later, "the Brille Building," in New York. wow. a building with a name no less
a building where many films are edited, have been edited over the years.
a sweatshop for editors of picture and sound, and a place for the director
to continue, now out of the shadow of the STAR
He's using a lot of profanity now. Just because he's an old white geek don't think
for a minute he ain't kool, he ain't street.
Actually, go ahead and keep thinking that, because you're right
Amazingly enough, he, from his heights of artistry, is slumming it with take-out
Oh, the dedication. Oh, the fear of ever leaving the building and being reminded
there is a whole world outside that doesn't care about you
His brother is the editor (no, don't say there is nepotism in this business, it's your imagination)
They review the shots of THE LOOK
There are many takes and now, this director who adapted someone else's novel
to the screen now claims, he wrote it. Really. It is all his.
Yes I still love making films but I've never loved the biz
And as I get older, the more I think that real artists don't get written up
in the New Yorker with such verve because they'd think it was just too silly
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