lookingland

today's lesson is "style and no substance" and our "what not to do" example comes to us from the wondermaker who also brought us that astonishing lump of corpolite, Sin City. i'm just not sure how many slow-motion beheadings one ought to endure in a movie and war was simply never made so dull. what thin plot is here is negligible, the acting painfully stiff, and the direction is just a lot of posturing for the cgi backgrounds.

who cares if you make a beautiful movie if you say absolutely nothing with it?

the same must be true for writing.

point. well. taken.

this...is...BORING!
in other news, i'll finish Westways tonight and plan to settle in to work on the book.

it's a gorgeously rainy day, made all the more sweet by finding parker's history of the 51st Pennsylvania in the internet archive. that saves me photocopying and a trip to the library tomorrow.

i don't have much else to say. i thought i would write a birthday post as i have in past years, but i guess this will have to do.

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