CVS is so expensive. Unnecessarily.
also Unreal Christmas trees, Debussy abuse, and Humpty Dumpty
¿What you heard?
I’ve never gone out of my way to make eavesdropping a hobby, but I hadn’t heard anything good all week, so I thought I’d give it a try.
There I was attempting to listen to this dude some 10 feet away from me while the ghetto bird was circling in the sky when, suddenly, another guy walks by with his friends, and he says, “CVS is so expensive.”
“I know,” agrees one of the friends.
“Unnecessarily,” he adds.
“I know,” she agrees again.
I waited around for a while longer still trying to catch snippets of the 10-foot-distant conversation, but really, I knew that I had already heard what I needed for this week, validation of the feeling that I’ve developed since my post-grad decision to make art at the expense of making money, the feeling that everything in the world, even and especially CVS with their inconsistent two for one deals on Raisinets, is conspiring to take the dough that I don’t have.
What you doin’?!
Picture this. A Christmas movie. Opening scene – Sandy Hook. Not the shooting but the sidewalk memorial immediately following.
This, as of Draft 12, is how my Christmas Carol script, Sistah Skeleton, Brutha Bone, begins.
I’ve been sneaking back onto USC’s hefty, virtual production computers to try to visualize this scene, and I spent some time this week hanging virtual ornaments on virtual trees in my virtual rendition of the Sandy Hook sidewalk memorial.
There is still a lot of work to be done on this, but I am loving the process so far.
I’m using free, existing assets to design the environment in Unreal Engine based off of reference images of the actual memorial, a process that makes me feel like a proper artist… whatever that is.
What you seen??
CHRISTMAS COTTAGE (2008) is one among a long list of much-less-than-masterful movies that abuse Claude Debussy’s masterful Clair de lune.
It’s about the early life of the painter Thomas Kincaid, who himself has been accused of being much-less-than-masterful (or kitsch as art critics call it).
Over the course of the film, Young Kincaid paints a wall mural of his small town. When he finally finishes, a touching scene shows all of his neighbors marveling at seeing their likenesses in paint.
I wanna make Young Kincaid murals with my movies, where representation is about recreating hyper-local realities on screen.
P.S. This film also features Peter O’Toole tragically reciting Humpty Dumpty as a metaphor for his character’s own imminent demise!