Whooo. This semester already feels like a giant weight pressing down on my face, like an ass about to fart. To quote Chief Quimby, "This is going to get a lot worse before it gets any better."
It's not as bad as that. After all, I'm not being sucked into a hot-dog machine in a convenience store. I'm not a cop. I'm not Honky, or American. But there should be large payoffs by the time the semester is over. Three more stories, eight more poems, a movie, and one or two usable non-fiction pieces.
Teamed up with a girl named Ashley for the writing 320 class. It's always strange teaming up with a total stranger. Last time it was Miguel, and we hit it off, and made an alright short. We'll see how this one goes.
I'm working on a screenplay about Schizophrenia. But don't shriek back! It's not about victimization or how awful it must be to be "one of those types". I want to get right into the character's perception. Our leading lady apparantly has sunken eyes and is missing a pinky finger. She's also skinny and boney with crazy hair, which should look cool on film.
The basic idea of the film is to compare realities. Who's to say a different reality isn't real. That sort of thing. There's going to be a lot of killing by the Spectre, who will hopefully be played by Jason Praine. He's always trying to convince the heroine to kill herself, but instead he starts killing people around her, but it's all in her head of course, but she's unable to differenciate between what her brain is filtering and her "illness". I want to have a very small cast, repeat murders etc. I think it's going to end with a tree communicating with Aliens, and fire. And the Spectre will move via jumpcuts. An effective thing. I hope my teammate doesn't get freaked out by a total stranger writing fucked up shit.
But I want to make a killer movie. I want it to look like ten-minutes of genius. I'm stoked on the possibilities of narrative.
Bye bye. Please and thanks-you.
Posted by matty-b at January 14, 2004 11:27 AM