So I’ve been doing a good deal of reading this summer since I haven’t been able to find work. Here’s a summary of a few things I’ve read and a few things I took away.
Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card – This is one that I’ve had on my radar for a while but I haven’t gotten a chance to read it until now. The novel recounts a futuristic tale of a very gifted youngster who has to grow up quickly in preparation for an imminent war with an alien species. I should have read this when I was younger. It reminds me of the time when I was given the choice to bypass the 2nd grade. I decided not to skip a grade at the time for various reasons but I always wondered what would have happened if I had decided otherwise. If I had read this back then, I don’t know if I would have made the opposite choice but it may have made me consider my options differently. An opportunity where someone believes in you enough to give you a chance like that doesn’t come around often and hasn’t come around for me lately.
Speaker of the Dead by Orson Scott Card – The sequel to Ender’s Game using the same lead character. I read this right after the first but I didn’t like it as much. In the introduction, the author recounts how the book was meant to be a stand alone novel with a different character which I could tell a bit while I was reading. It didn’t seem like trying to put a square peg in a round hole but like putting a round peg in a slightly bigger round hole. It fit but didn’t fit as well as I thought it could have. Anyways, the introduction was enlightening since the author explained his viewpoint on writing characters which is you’re really writing the relationships between the characters and the differences in how they interact with each other.
I’ve also had the chance to read some unproduced scripts.
Source Code – A sci fi script that kept reminding me of 12 Monkeys, a film that I really enjoyed when it came out. Similar in concept, the lead character has to relive past events to help those in the current time period. Though in this script, the lead has to relive the same event, a terrorist bombing on a train, again and again. With the structure continually repeating the same scene over and again, it can easily become tedious and boring but every iteration brings something new to the story, adding urgency to the plot as it barrels towards the end. In the wrong hands, this could become merely an overblown Twilight Zone story but with a deft filmmaker at the wheel, this could make for an amazing film.
Gay Dude – A comedy script by Alan Yang, who was featured in Variety this summer as one of 10 Screenwriters to Watch. Even after reading the first 10 pages of the script, the similarities in tone to Superbad are evident. You could easily picture Jonah Hill and Michael Cera in the lead roles. Rife with cutting, witty humor in awkward teenage situations, it’s easy to see why this script helped the writer get sitcom work. With the right talent attached, this could probably be easily made though would probably only have limited distribution to the bigger markets.
The Brigands of Rattleborge – I’m quite particular about westerns. Generally, they work for me or they don’t. This script made my jaw drop after the first 10 pages because of the brutality and set the tone for rest of the story. As with most westerns, there are good guys and there are bad guys, but there are also guys steeped in shadowy shades of grey. A tightly woven story of vengeance and retribution as people are viciously killed left and right, the violent plot has such dark characters that I think it would be a difficult and challenging film for general audiences to sit through.
I’m in the middle of a couple other screenplays and have also gotten caught up on a few comic book series this summer. More reviews in upcoming posts.
Also, even though the music video is a bit weak, this is one of the songs I’ve had on repeat this summer: Jay Sean – Down
FML
October 22, 2009 in Commentary, Film, Music Video | Leave a comment
Filmmakers came, awards were given out, tubs of hummus were eaten, and kegs of beer were tapped. So another film festival goes by and though I planned to step back from helping out this year, I was there almost every night. The festival went much better than I expected as there was an unprecedented level of press, good word of mouth, and great attendance. There were several new faces among the volunteers who added a great deal of fresh energy to the organization that had been lacking a year ago and who will hopefully continue to provide a helping hand in the future. And though there was a lesser amount of partying in comparison to previous years, the events that were held were meaningful and for the most part, appropriate. And with the success of the festival occurring around me, I couldn’t help but feel like crap.
I should have been happier but I wasn’t. Internal and external factors contributed to the welling up of discontent. I was unfortunately fortunate enough to volunteer to be the event manager for the two sold out shows that were not opening nor closing night. Sold out shows presented a whole slew of issues that I had to deal with quickly, sadly culminating to the turning away of several people because we had run out of seats (including someone’s grandmother
). Knowing that I’m still not working and the dwindling hope that I’ll find something by the end of the year wasn’t helping. I also had just received a form letter for my WB application which contributed to my general malaise. The afterparties weren’t a factor since drinking isn’t my forte but I was looking forward to the karaoke night that we were going to hold. Inspired by that week’s episode of Glee (which is an excellent show despite the fact that IMHO the pilot episode was mostly unwatchable), I was planning to do Bon Jovi’s “It’s My Life” though I intended to replace “It’s” with “Fuck”. It was going to be emotional. It was going to be heartfelt. It was going to be cathartic. It was never going to happen because when we got to the venue, a miscommunication left us in the bar area downstairs which didn’t have karaoke. Bummer. And someone I was hoping to see there didn’t show up. Double bummer. So this is the way it goes. Every half hour or hour doesn’t always have a reversal and a resolution, like on television (I learned that at ScriptDC).
I got to move on. Look for new opportunities and new avenues. Keep my head up. Cliche. Cliche. Cliche. Maybe I’ll change my name to Franklin Marshall Lee. FML. To me, it somehow may be appropriate.