Tell me if this sounds familiar.
A movie is coming out next year that really sounds like fun. It’s a Hollywood blockbuster type of production. Maybe it’s some Marvel picture. Maybe it’s the next installment of Star Wars. In any case, the teasers and trailers have primed you for this event.
Then December (or July) rolls around. You see the film and it is BIG. I mean, the soundtrack rattled your fillings. The 3D graphics sent a jet engine splashing into your White Russian. It was everything you hoped for except for one thing…the story sucked. So bad in fact that when you watched it on cable a few months later, you couldn’t even finish. Then you come to find out that it set a record for tickets sold.
This show deserves a few more subscribers. Graveyard is a “series in miniature” about two guys working at night having existential conversations. These episodes average two minutes in length, but the writing is funny and smart. They’re already up to season three. Check it out.
It’s is probably one of the most famous screenwriting classes of all time. On the spectrum of experience, it falls somewhere between international flight, marathon, therapy session, and college class. Were the 33 hours of lecture informative? Was it worth the money? Are the disciples of McKee studying the secret of good writing? Here’s my review of Robert Mckee’s Story Seminar.
I’m really looking forward to going to Robert McKee’s Story Seminar in New York. I’ve read his book a few times and found it really useful not only terms of composition, but also in teaching fiction and literature. Writing is madness; McKee offers something like a method. And though many will say that great writing can never come out of formula, such an insight comes after the fact. I’ll let talent speak for talent. For me, there is only work and that is enough.
I’ll be sure to share the experience on this site and put together a thoughtful review when I am finished. For those of you who don’t know who Robert McKee is, the movie Adaptation has an adaptation of one of his lectures.
What is to be said of George Polti’s 36 Dramatic Situations except that the number, though even, is odd.
Actually, 36 is not quite accurate, as each situation is broken down into sub-groups. Whatever the number, it is clear that Polti (born in Rhode Island and moved to Paris) wanted his generation to see some opportunity in the more negelected dramatic situations. He hoped situations such as “Being Upon the Point of Slaying a Daugh- ter Unknowingly, by Command of a Divinity or an Oracle” or “A Fatherland Destroyed” or “Hatred of Grandfather for Grandson” could find a modern expression. He wrote:
Such an examination, which requires only patience, will show first the list of combinations (situations and their classes and sub-classes) at present ignored, and which remain to be exploited in contemporaneous art, second,how these may be adapted.
Ambitious (desperate) writers will do their best to make the most of Polit’s catalog. But I will tell you there is far too little written on his wikipedia page. Anyone sad that all the good entries have been written should scramble to their nearest university library.
“Ethics and Aesthetics are one” wrote Ludwig Wittgenstein. And though this famous line invites (probably) misreading, what a lovely line to misread!* Anyway, here’s a brief video from The School of Life to that effect. It’s about why Beauty is NOT in the Eyes of the Beholder.
*because I think Wittgenstein’s argument is about the nature of language, logic, and meaning-making and not a statement about beauty itself. Someone more knowledgable will have to teach you.
I’ve always believed that food–how we think about it, the role it plays in our lives–is the last strain of pure aesthetics left in this country.
No one ever asks what food means. Why? because it doesn’t mean anything. It is too trivial. It is just there, on your plate. It is delicious, or it isn’t. You desire to know how it was made, or you don’t. You don’t eat expecting the experience to make you a better person. You’re not better than me if you like this meal over another.
The only real question food demands that you answer is the one Walter Pater suggested we ask about all art: What effect does this have on me? and Why? And the answer for me is usually: heartburn, because I eat too fast.
Now, the flip side of this food talk comes when writers like Mallory Ortberg talk about food in books. For example, her article “Every Meal in Wuthering Heights, In Order of Sadness” is just the kind of lovingly meaningless literary chatter I like. Here:
Almost Not Crying Long Enough To Have A Bite Of Goose
“I waited behind her chair, and was pained to behold Catherine, with dry eyes and an indifferent air, commence cutting up the wing of a goose before her. ‘An unfeeling child,’ I thought to myself; ‘how lightly she dismisses her old playmate’s troubles. I could not have imagined her to be so selfish.’ She lifted a mouthful to her lips: then she set it down again: her cheeks flushed, and the tears gushed over them. She slipped her fork to the floor, and hastily dived under the cloth to conceal her emotion.”
Former students of mine might recall that we used to read selections from John Berger’s Ways of Seeing in class. I can’t remember a time when we made it very far into the text. The discussions would grow so animated that we’d read a few pages and then lose the lesson in endless spirals of debate. Certainly, not the model lesson, but good fun all the same. Anyway, the movie preceded the book. (and that is a sentence that English teachers do not get to say very often.) Take a look at the four part series which aired on the BBC in 1972.
Sometimes I go through periods where I hate music. The noise. The intensity of emotion. It makes me looney. So then I go through a period of listening to podcasts. But just as night follows day, I get sick of people talking. At such times, I need fresh music.
Yesterday, I discovered Los Angeles based TV Girl. Check them out here. Their sound is new, but still familiar somehow. Modern, but generous. Also, I am kind of a sucker for albums with a theme. In this case, it’s sex. Their PG-13 lyrics are smart, funny, and incisive.
For better or worse, collaboration is an essential part of production. Whether you are an amateur or a professional, artist or entrepreneur, you will have to work with other people. But who will you choose? And by what criteria will you make your selection?
One answer may come from an unlikely source: Investing.
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