I can’t imagine he had too may.
He birthed that twisted plain where Midwestern salty earth tangles for the souls and sweat and labor of it’s gypsy children who have run, with fragile hearts, towards the rugged grace of the West, of Hollywood, of pregnant sunshine and infinite childhood.
To the randy looker with feet firmly planted, Damn.
Friends, Family and Fans.
Here’s a look at my major motion picture debut. I’m the blob on the right, between those two bigger blobs. It’s from the ‘Changeling’ trailer. If you wish to receive my autograph to cherish while sipping a malted milkshake and listening to records, dizzily dreaming of seeing your own visage on the big screen one day, send a photo of this still, or any grade school portrait of myself to my Los Angeles residence.
supastar
Please enclose twenty dollars for processing and furtherance of my oeuvre.
Yours,
Prixdebeaute
Agee wrote late at night, for people to read late at night.
I see now, in light of my two previous posts, why bloggers write mostly of their own exploits.
It is easier.
Our natural human comportment dials in at self-centered. This hour, mine is registering Platonian Platonic levels of superhumandom.
And that is all.
Fuck. It’s looking more like I’m just unoriginal. There’s another video in the contest with my same theme, and this one’s got a lady in it. Did I not get the memo? Was every entry required to do an interrogation scenario? Seriously. I should’ve made one about cheese.
I entered a contest to win some money to go to film school so I could actually learn how to shoot and edit and propagate a new generation of womyn films. Yes, I wrote Y on purpose. Turns out, I am either totally unoriginal, or here’s hoping, my brain has been penetrated further than initially realized by predominant norms of male-centric film ideas, which is to say, there are three (at least) other dudes who made the same freakin thing as me. Fuck, fuckity, fuck fuck.
This is the first and last time I let someone talk me out of my initial gut instinct. In case anyone out there is interested, search for calma-sutra on you-tube, and for a great actor guy that resembles, in a handsome way, George W. Bush, waxing passionately about tea whilst under interrogation.
Sigh. It’s time for some more wine therapy.
In the case of film people v. hd people, I fall firmly on the filmic side of the divide. The richness, the texture of image produced by a crappy super 16 camera is unmatched by this slick futuristic technology!
Watch and compare the trailers for THE EXILES and THE MIDNIGHT KISS. Both are low budget, black and white. They are separated by about forty years but each is set in Los Angeles. The trailers show similar shots from atop Mulholland Drive and downtown. I challenge anyone to a thumb war who claims THE MIDNIGHT KISS looks and feels better.
Perhaps the advent of digital technology is democratizing, but is that really a good thing? Film advances cinematic Darwinism. It is too expensive and fragile and temperamental for everyone to use. I hear progress is being made, new lenses et all that allow a filmmaker to mimic the look of film on HD. Here’s hoping that the soulfulness film can capture may be rendered unto HI DEF.
In the meantime . . . Here’s a scene with the terrifying reform school mistress from DIARY OF A LOST GIRL.
