Thursday, May 24, 2012

Don't you know that I'm a 2000 Man or My Life as a Film Writer





There are certain things in this life that are predestined for all of us. Some folks grow up loving to cook and become chefs. Others have no souls and grow up thinking Eric Clapton is the best bluesman out there. It happens. For me, art has been my Siamese-twin since birth. Whether it was putting on plays with household objects when I was little or educating myself about cinema, it's my old friend and my continual habit. Film writing, in a lot of ways, is one of my pre-destined paths. Writing is something I have always done, mainly because I have no choice. With anything creative, you do these things out of a sense of need and compulsion. Working in the arts in general can be a long road of rejection, mental blocks and loved ones who don't understand why you are not getting Stephen King sized book deals. Even worse, once you get into specific types of art, you then have to deal occasionally with petty peers and weird agendas. One person brands you as too intellectual while another thinks you're too crude and working class. For a piece of fiction I once submitted, I had an editor get offended by my story having a morally flawed but goodhearted hero. (Namely, a dandified gigolo named Renaldo.)



The thing they can never teach you in school about writing is that you can't please everybody and if you are foolhardy enough to try, you risk compromising your own voice but for the worst kind of results, the dreaded mediocrity. Granted, that doesn't mean disregard constructive criticism, because anything that can help you grow tighter with your craft is a gift that should be fully accepted. In addition to all of that, art is subjective and not everyone has to like what you do, either. This is normal but there is a difference between someone having a different opinion and someone being a dick. If it's the latter, learn to laugh at them, have a shot of something strong and use that vinegar to fuel something even bigger and better than what you originally created. Success is better than slashing their tires or investing yourself in the dark arts just to curse their joyless selves.

With film, what moves me are often the same things that move me about expression in general. A great film is a like a great song, story or painting. It should move you, punch you in the gut, give you a warm hug, leave you bleeding in an alley under the stars, make love to you, make you feel like the world is a little more jewel like or alternately, have you come crashing down to the realization of how jacked up the human condition truly is. Great art is like being in your favorite neon lit bar, the one that reeks of nicotine and stale beer, with the sound of someone crying behind you while a couple dance on obliviously to an old Slade tune, too lost in their good time and lust to notice the fringes of human sadness all around. Or great art can be a cute puppy. The beauty is that it can be all of these things and more, just as long as it doesn't just settle. Settling is the worst. It's almost better to hate something then to feel indifferently about it.

The beauty of cinema is that for being a relatively young form, the options of what you can explore are almost endless. The only limitations are time, money and your own tastes. The best thing about the latter is that, much like your palate, it will change and evolve. I hated westerns as a kid but as I got exposed to films by guys like Sergio Leone and titles like “The Great Silence,” that changed quite a bit. The best surprises can sometimes come from within.

My biggest goal as a writer is to bring you into these worlds, sometime as an act of love, warning, preservation and maybe a bit of all three. The work has to be like a bright neon light, attractive to some, too much for others but always colorful. (And attractive to moths. I love moths.) But not only that, I hope to help, dandelion style, spread the seeds of all the great art out there. For me, that's what a writer who delves into cinema, music and art in general does. If you don't love what you do, then stop doing it because life is too damn short. But if you do love it and need it, then you owe it to yourself to damn the torpedoes, storm the barn and keep creating.

5 comments:

  1. It's funny, but I never set out to "write about film." It just happened sort of organically. Sounds like you & I share a somewhat similar path in that regard. Love this Stones song btw... cheers!

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  2. My comment got cut in half, damn it! I have trouble with blogger & my firefox browser so I'm trying this again using safari. I originally wrote:

    "That was a great read, Heather! I haven't been online much lately but stopped by here to see what you've been up to and found this post.

    It's funny, but I never set out to "write about film." It just happened sort of organically. Sounds like you & I share a somewhat similar path in that regard. Love this Stones song btw... cheers!"

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  3. My comment got cut in half, damn it! I have trouble with blogger & my firefox browser so I'm trying this again using safari. I originally wrote:

    "That was a great read, Heather! I haven't been online much lately but stopped by here to see what you've been up to and found this post.

    It's funny, but I never set out to "write about film." It just happened sort of organically. Sounds like you & I share a somewhat similar path in that regard. Love this Stones song btw... cheers!"

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  4. Heather, I've had plays of mine called "sickness and perversion" that still got produced to sold-out crowds. A lot of people thought my plays were beyond awful but they got produced and got a strong reaction from audiences. It just comes with the territory.

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  5. Heather, I don't know how I missed this great piece (and perspective) but thank you for writing it. Bullseye.

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