Finally! I’ve finished the rough draft of An Unworthy Man, but there is still much work to be done. When you plow through a script, whether it be about child molesters or kittens, you inevitably skip things you shouldn’t, make contradictions with elements that made perfect sense before and call characters one name in the second half of the script than what you called them in the first. These things are quite unavoidable.
Where in the hell do I begin with this one?
How about at the end? To end this review, I’ll have to start at the beginning and to begin it, at the end. Or something like that.
Normal is a term we use to describe ourselves when everything should be at equilibrium. A state of optimum balance and operational stasis. Systemic perfection. Something good. But, mostly, being normal means being boring. A cookie cutter human being living in a black and white photograph. Never changing and common. It is a term that can make you feel very small in such a gigantic universe, and in many ways, unspecial. And it’s these feelings of insignificance that can often lead to depression. Read more »
Hello all! I must be brief for my briefs are musty… musky… I’m drunk. Well, that’s not even true. I am drinking, but there have been so many films to see that I am intoxicated by the artistry. Jusus. Not even I believe that crap!
One film was a Journey into knee high piles of pretentious crap. The other film took you on a Road through beauty.Â