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Monday, August 26, 2013

Step Away from That Dung

I just had to back out of a show that started to reveal itself as a mess waiting to be birthed in the days before production. It all unraveled at the simplest of signs.

1) The director(?) e-mailing the crew with vague locations & call times instead of an AD/PM doing so with some precision. 2) Said director/stranger wink-wink

Saturday, July 27, 2013

If You've Never Touched Fire, You Have No Measure of Being Burnt

You're not dead. You know you can neither resolve nor aggravate the problem. So, you keep trucking on.

Recently, I temporarily injured myself on set, losing feeling in half my working hand. I carried on as if it hadn't happened:  only time could tell with certainty.  I realize now there was another choice, but that choice never occurred to me. -> If there is knowingly no potential danger, what do we have to gain by sitting out, standing down?

Thursday, January 10, 2013

You Weep Alone

"But there are dreams that cannot be, and there are storms we cannot weather" sings Fantine in *Les Misérables'* "I Dreamed a Dream."

A film so forged on pure emotion I'm not sure I'd ever seen before Les Misérables (2012). This is no exercise of plot, character, arc, or technique--though those are there. This is a battle waged on a purely emotional front! (Collider's reviewer seems to agree.) With players who do a remarkable job of making it work as such.

Anne Hathaway's Fantine in Les Misérables
as powerful as scenes from Dreyer's Jeanne d'Arc (as noted by Steven Boone)

We can't all work that way. All the connective tissue skipped. Life is not lived on emotion alone, in the great highs and the great lows. In pomp or in ruin. The bulk of it is all the rest. The mids, the lulls, the details, the greys--that is the complexity. The simple hours. When we are alone in the quiet. *How* do you live in those moments?