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so i was a good egg and did my adr work and then i watched the X-files for a spell and then i sat and knocked out episode xxvi for Reconstruction.
it's still pupating in the draft stage, but it's an interesting re-take on the original. i always find telling it from Lewis' angle to be so full of snakes and bile. in a way that's good for the writing, but sometimes puts my stomach in knots. i don't wonder if it's cruel to create a character who is so tortured that the simplest act of kindness is always met with derision and suspicion. i say this because i know it gets better. i know Lewis gets better, i mean.
i've met abuse cases that were just beyond my personal help ~ people so demented by their past experiences that there was no way to approach them with honesty or love or friendship. i've probably likewise been that person to others, so i feel like i have a good handle on what makes people mean, bitter, and scared. so while there are moments i feel like just throwing a tortured character off a cliff would be doing everybody a favor, i also feel like the whole point of suffering is endurance and the point of endurance is that you get somewhere ~ from point a to b. and the hope is, of course, that whatever "b" is, it's better than "a" was.
at least that's my personal experience. in life and in stories also.
so there's a draft and i'll prolly twiddle with it a few days before i commit to posting it. it's peculiar how now that i've rewritten it in this first-person stylized format, i feel more protective of it. it suddenly belongs to part of the real universe of the story as opposed to being a fringe element (a fanfict of my own work, i guess). i don't know if that's good or bad.
not sure what i'll work on for the rest of the evening.
~ * ~
some recent film mini-reviews:
The Bridge of San Luis Rey ~ an astonishingly great cast (harvey! gabriel! deniro! f. murray!). nice period piece. i wasn't very sucked in to it. based on thornton wilder's pulizter prize-winning novel, it's about five people who die crossing a bridge and the monk who winds up before the inquisition for investigating into the matter. i enjoyed the performances, but was mostly befuddled by the plot. this film has been remade twice. i'm not inclined to see the earlier versions to see if they made more sense. then again, i've been sick, so maybe i just wasn't paying attention. the vague and disturbing conclusion just bothers me without actually invoking any thoughtful discourse in my head. ah well...nice costumes.
robert deniro as the corrupt (naturally) archbishop ~
i spent a lot of time drooling over his exceptionally
cool purple robe
Black Narcissus ~ another famous book and apparently a scandalous film in its day. this one about a nun in nepal (?) or some remote place, who's trying to build a mission and is thwarted from without and within. the male lead's short-short khakis really just bothered me to no end. i don't ever need to see that much sweaty leg on a man, ever. ick. it's the khakis ~ i have something about khakis (paging dr. freud). anyway, back to the film: i didn't care for it too much. it was so well-plotted as to be utterly predictable and i think the censorship made it absurd in some ways. characters wind up telling what went on, which doesn't make for good film. it's too talky and the big shocking conclusion is telegraphed so early on that i just wanted to fast-forward to the credits. very disappointing. deborah kerr was good, i suppose. visually, the picture is stunning, but otherwise it's dated and sort of humdrum, i think.
when nuns go bad ~ too bad this pict is
black & white, the make up on ruth in this
scene (red rings around the eyes)
is pretty dang skeery!
~ * ~
i also wish to report that i really like cucumbers.
for some reason i had forgotten this until today.
: D
it's still pupating in the draft stage, but it's an interesting re-take on the original. i always find telling it from Lewis' angle to be so full of snakes and bile. in a way that's good for the writing, but sometimes puts my stomach in knots. i don't wonder if it's cruel to create a character who is so tortured that the simplest act of kindness is always met with derision and suspicion. i say this because i know it gets better. i know Lewis gets better, i mean.
i've met abuse cases that were just beyond my personal help ~ people so demented by their past experiences that there was no way to approach them with honesty or love or friendship. i've probably likewise been that person to others, so i feel like i have a good handle on what makes people mean, bitter, and scared. so while there are moments i feel like just throwing a tortured character off a cliff would be doing everybody a favor, i also feel like the whole point of suffering is endurance and the point of endurance is that you get somewhere ~ from point a to b. and the hope is, of course, that whatever "b" is, it's better than "a" was.
at least that's my personal experience. in life and in stories also.
so there's a draft and i'll prolly twiddle with it a few days before i commit to posting it. it's peculiar how now that i've rewritten it in this first-person stylized format, i feel more protective of it. it suddenly belongs to part of the real universe of the story as opposed to being a fringe element (a fanfict of my own work, i guess). i don't know if that's good or bad.
not sure what i'll work on for the rest of the evening.
~ * ~
some recent film mini-reviews:
The Bridge of San Luis Rey ~ an astonishingly great cast (harvey! gabriel! deniro! f. murray!). nice period piece. i wasn't very sucked in to it. based on thornton wilder's pulizter prize-winning novel, it's about five people who die crossing a bridge and the monk who winds up before the inquisition for investigating into the matter. i enjoyed the performances, but was mostly befuddled by the plot. this film has been remade twice. i'm not inclined to see the earlier versions to see if they made more sense. then again, i've been sick, so maybe i just wasn't paying attention. the vague and disturbing conclusion just bothers me without actually invoking any thoughtful discourse in my head. ah well...nice costumes.
robert deniro as the corrupt (naturally) archbishop ~
i spent a lot of time drooling over his exceptionally
cool purple robe
Black Narcissus ~ another famous book and apparently a scandalous film in its day. this one about a nun in nepal (?) or some remote place, who's trying to build a mission and is thwarted from without and within. the male lead's short-short khakis really just bothered me to no end. i don't ever need to see that much sweaty leg on a man, ever. ick. it's the khakis ~ i have something about khakis (paging dr. freud). anyway, back to the film: i didn't care for it too much. it was so well-plotted as to be utterly predictable and i think the censorship made it absurd in some ways. characters wind up telling what went on, which doesn't make for good film. it's too talky and the big shocking conclusion is telegraphed so early on that i just wanted to fast-forward to the credits. very disappointing. deborah kerr was good, i suppose. visually, the picture is stunning, but otherwise it's dated and sort of humdrum, i think.
when nuns go bad ~ too bad this pict is
black & white, the make up on ruth in this
scene (red rings around the eyes)
is pretty dang skeery!
~ * ~
i also wish to report that i really like cucumbers.
for some reason i had forgotten this until today.
: D
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