I was inexplicably moved this morning by a stomped cigarette butt on the ground with lipstick on the tip. I took a picture of it and just submitted it to a photography exhibition, because it’s a Sunday and I no longer go to church.
“Newsroom” ripped off “Farnsworth Invention” last night, so let the usual Sorkin re-hashes Sorkin begin anew!
When a string of good things happen back-to-back-to-back, it’s most important to remind oneself, like a well-worn mantra, “Something’s coming.” Because it always does.
There are plenty of terrific actors on this show, but they can’t do much with roles that amount to familiar Sorkinian archetypes. There is the Great Man, who is theoretically flawed, but really a primal truth-teller whom everyone should follow (or date). There are brilliant, accomplished women who are also irrational, high-strung lunatics—the dames and muses who pop their eyes and throw jealous fits when not urging the Great Man on. There are attractively suited young men, from cynical sharpies to idealistic sharpies, who glare and bond and say things like “This right here is always the swan song of the obsolete when they’re staring the future paradigm in the face.”
Pretty much. It’s why the first two shows felt fresh, then everything after has been awful and repetitive.
a 7-point drop in its first few days just doesn’t strike me as “plunging” or “plummeting,” so much as…”kinda rough start.”
After several weeks working strictly on a play, the feeling of changing over to a screenplay is always rickety, but immensely enjoyable. It’s like working completely different muscles. (If I ever went to a fucking gym, I might take that metaphor further.)
The most fundamental difference, as I see it, is in the action lines. (Obviously I’m not blazing any new ground here.) With the play, the puzzle work is where they’re coming from, and where they’re going, and what they say in-between. But in a screenplay, it’s much more choreography, and much more scenic painting. Not only that, but it’s scenic painting every other page.
The rickety part: rhythm. Going from the play, a set of self-contained scenes, to the screenplay, sequences of small scenes that add up to something larger than the sum of its parts.
The transition is riddled with friction, but satisfying.
Really glad I watched that new ep of Mad Men dead drunk last night.
I spend, quite literally, the entirety of my time pursuing 12 out of 13 of these. (Professionally and recreationally.)
1. Fine Arts
(Ed: Your primary tumblrs majored in two of these and now work in the field of a third.)
2nd ep of Girls: Definitely an improvement. They need more characters like the OBGYN telling them that they’re ridiculously unsympathetic.
Lena Dunham still really likes getting naked.
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