I'm always deeply inspired on my way to work in the morning. I walk a good six blocks to the subway and really like to take it all in. Thanks to my lil' love, Nikki, I have the new rediculously small iPod shuffle to spark even more creative flow on my morning journeys. Today, as usual, I was filled with rage regarding young filmmakers. Having attended one of the more prominent media/arts programs in the country, I brushed shoulders with a diverse pick of the litter as far as up and coming artists are concerned. What bothers me most about people like this are their reluctance to share a common opinion about anything. This makes it nearly impossible to have an actual conversation with any of these individuals. Their goal to be so obscure leads me to believe they cannot possibly even agree with what they are saying half the time. I try my best to be aware of myself as a person and stay in touch with my own motives and feelings whenever I have such a strong opinion. I've asked myself why I feel such scorn towards my fellow young filmmakers. Perhaps I'm threatened by their talent and insecure about my lack therof? Perhaps I'm bitter about them simply being smarter, better read, more traveled and experienced than me? Probably.
Regardless, I've come up with a checklist of what I believe is necessary to be a successful young contemporary filmmaker:
- Must mention Fellini at least once in daily conversation
- Must wear blazer over t-shirt with jeans and sneakers
- Use your hands when you talk... a lot
- Never watch any piece of media made in the United States or passed 1970
- Be sure to act superior to your fellow filmmakers at all times
- Tecnically know filmmaking, but suck at actually doing it
I'm pretty sick of New York pedestrians' determination to stab me in the EYE with their umbrella points.
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