That Movie, My Movie
I did not watch the controversial 9/11-was-Clinton's-fault movie. I just can't watch 9/11 things. I found that out when I tried to watch Flight 93 on the History Channel on the 4th of July. I felt like a voyeur on other people's pain. I felt angry and impotent. That's probably the same reason I don't watch Project Runway.
Why did they make this movie? Who decides what movies get made? I've been thinking a lot about Michael Rosenblum's speech and it's further ramifications. I have finally admitted something to myself.
I don't want to make little movies with small cameras. I never have. I enjoy watching those things (Blake, I'm talking to you) but they aren't all of what I want to see. If Mr. Rosenblum's revolution means a steady diet of low-budget vids, I'm afraid I'll have to pass.
The Walter Mitty in me has always had a dream to produce a grand epic miniseries of Ken Follett's The Pillars Of The Earth. I've seldom come across such a human story with such a grand scope. Now that we have computer animation, the cathedral at the center of the story would be much less expensive to produce. It could be done, given the tools. Since I ended up not going to film school, I'll just have to content myself with sending messages through the Jungian grapevine, hoping some enterprising movie person will take the ball and run with it.
That's my fear about this revolution. After Guttenberg we saw some of the greatest literature in the world of mankind flower forth. Dostoevsky. Nabakov. Eliot. Shelley. I fear the revolution a la Rosenblum would give us the equivalent of a filmic world full of leaflets.