Sofia Coppola IS a good filmmaker. She just isn't the best writer. Most of the problems people have with her films, often times, comes from the dialogue and plot. All writing aspects. Sofia knows how to make a film. Her shots and attention to detail are great.
Okay, Id admit that Sofia Coppola has an amazing eye and you’re right that the bulk of the problem lies in the weak writing but that IS the Point. Sofia Coppola isn’t a good story teller because she allows the weak writing as it is and just frames it in between light filters and a pretty vase, and I think a good story is what ultimately makes a film. I mean, its probably incredibly unfair of me to expect her to be in total control of her film and to be brilliant in every aspect, but as an auteur and a Coppola, she kind of should be, haha. Of course, i love her otherwise, but I guess, I just expect better.
Sometimes i tell people I love Kanye West and then i get silent because I cant find the right words to exactly articulate why this man is one brilliant motherfucker beyond his obnoxious public image. So next time that happens, I just whip this out. This kind of says it.
Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
Every sentence must do one of two things—reveal character or advance the action.
Start as close to the end as possible.
Be a Sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To hell with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.
Missed yesterday, sorry. SO sorry to my many legions of anticipating followers that were holding on to their seats.
So now we’ve got:
Day 03- The five songs you would have with you on a desert island and why
FUCK. This is fucking hard. This is very strange, but this is the list I’ve came up with after a good hour of serious consideration. The rough draft of this list actually replaced the mountain goats and motion city soundtrack with a billy joel and a ben folds track respectively but i think this is a less regrettable and smarter revision. I do acknowledge that I am already incredibly saddened at the hypothetical idea that i will never hear ben folds again. The list is of no order of significance, if i were to order it, well i guess it’d go 1, 5, 3, 4, 2 with Holland 1945 as my swan song as i attempt to strangle myself off a palm tree branch.
1. Motion City soundtrack – the future freaks me out.
This song makes me happier than so many things in this world. Its one of the few things that explicitly remind me of what being 16 felt like. Its weird because part of me hates the fact that a certain ex girlfriend of a certain boy id fallen in love with loved this song and its fucking bullshit but I’ve never felt the way i feel about any bodys voice like I do about JP’s in this song.
2. Neutral Milk Hotel – Holland 1945/the Fool
This one’s a double header. I mean, i can only assume there is an implied significance in this stupid question. I mean, 5 song? either i never listen to music again, or its really asking for the 5 last songs I will ever hear. In that case, I’d like my swan song to be the profoundly spiritual/sacred brass playings of Scott Spilane in the Fool. That is my suicide song of choice. If not, considering repeated playings, Holland 1945 would be my NMH staple. A generic choice for this album and Holland is nowhere my favorite offering from NMH but it is actually one of the least depressing picks(MUSICALLY, which is odd) and its got all these buzzing guitars which i love and aside from its Anne Frank narration, its kind of a fun romper.
3. Mountain Goats – going to Georgia (the Athens popfest 2006 bootleg version).
I really wasn’t going to put in any mountain goats and its not because john darnielle isn’t the best song writer and human being in the world, its more that so much of being a mountain goats fan is directly related to the epic span of their discography. But you know, when death comes on this island, i don’t want to ever regret not being able to hear this mans voice again. Plus this version is kind of like cheating cause half of it is just john darnille talking about leaving southern california and touring with simon joyner. Plus the end of it is a far too charming and tempting intro to no children which will be so perfect and sad.
4. central services - song 89.
This is the single most perfect song on the list. Because i couldn’t/wouldn’t put in ben folds, and I wouldn’t/wish i could put in ben gibbard, this is really an hommage to both. This song is pretty much the spawning DNA of every single fucking song Priya and I listen to thats pitch perfect.
5. weezer – el scorcho.
BEST sing along, best fuck you and everybody that goes along with it, best indulgent pop rock moment, hands down. I don’t see myself regretting this but probably.
Day 04- What you imagine paradise to be like
Easy: a recreation of the island set from The Life Aquatic complete with mating sugar crabs and a real or fake rubber tide. Ofcourse, that includes the full size Belafonte. This also assumes the entire cast of Life Aquatic(pre-death of Owen Wilson’s character). Of course everyone i love would also be there, but with my family safely quarantined on one side and Priya Sue and I WOULD RUN THE BELAFONTE with the GANG!
Derrick comedy’s Mystery Team, marathon watching Good television, googling the lives of my indie/fashion/life rock idols, when i watch Stephen colbert interview astronauts in space, when i rewatch old footage Priya and I took last christmas, GQ magazine, i-D magazine, Dazed and Confused magazine, kitsunenoir, luxirare, said the gramaphone, finding good new/old music, refinding good new/old music, the better Bertolucci films, rereading Atlas Shrugged, a few ridiculously stylish montrealers, little children that cry or laugh for no reason in the metro, the days where i dont look and feel like shit and I put on some peppy Regina Spektor or atleast something not completely depressing and I’m about to get dressed and I put on that first layer of lipstick and I smack my lips.
I’ve never done one of these but its June 1st and today is all about commitment and fruition so here goes.
Day 01- Guilty pleasure
Getting stoned and going to Metro plus. Getting stoned days too near an exam. Getting stoned and lying about it. Browsing cragislist. watching Cougar Town. watching Glee. pretending to be away and not answering the phone or the door. Porn. watching the music videos of musicians i hate. binge eating. self-indulgent things like this. talking shit. doing anything on facebook. stealing things from people they would never expect. going on bizarre errand trips alone and then lying about them to my roommates. lying to my mother. I guess, this entire past school year, but a much higher emphasis on ‘guilt’ and lot less on ‘pleasure’.
GREAT. so now theres going to be 29 more. I’m particularly looking forward to far too personal questions like Day 10- A dream you had this past week described in detail and Day 28- A moment you remember being completely happy in and a description of why you believe you were.
Jesus, what kind of assholes make shit like this up. Obviously someone that just wanted to answer these questions themselves so other people have no choice but to read them. FUCK WHY MUST I SEE EVERYTHING AS EXACTLY WHAT THEY ARE.
anyways, check back TOMORROW where i further degenerate mentally and have loopsided conversations to myself. This is starting to feel very xanga circa 2006. Wonderful. Only one other person in the world could possibly know what that means.