The Fat Man Walks Alone

There's something about independent creativity that really bothers me. This is my self-righteous plea that the whole world stop creating popular media for me to watch in an altered state late at night.

Have you ever counted how many films steal from you a scene that you wish had played out in your real life? It happens more than you may think; you know when your watching a show, be it movie or whatever, and you get that fuzzy feeling where your eyes well up and you have no idea why you compassionately feel for the fictitious emotion thieves in front of you: well that's your real life being stolen in front of your eyes, so much so that you want to take it back.

I'm not talking about movies like Tin Cup when triumphant Costner pots his final ball over that damn water haphzard to shoot a wonderous 12 on the final hole of the U.S Open, thats just sappy filmaking that touches a cord. You go Kevin!

I'm talking about the conversations you see between two people in a film, which make you think of someone or something that could replace those two make believes in a soundtrack filled, perfectly lit emotional experience.

To the modern screewriters of today, I say screw you, stop stealing the conversations I'm gonna have in the time to come; you make me so unoriginal! Gosh!!!

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Sunday, May 08, 2005