banana poisoning

This is the part where I put a witty opening that embodies the tone of the post, while also pertaining to a message or theme that should be apparent throughout the piece. I'm writing it because it makes it look professional and it gives it the illusion of continuity. And I can't think of anything particulary witty right now.

silly rabbit:
Kill Bill (Quentin Tarentino)
The first 3/5th's (with the ocasional interesting segments) were a bore; I almost fell asleep.
But the House of Blue Leaves chapter redeemed it, and definitely has some of the best (if not the best) fight scenes in cinema history.
The tension killed me, everytime there was someone in the room, I thought they would die. If I see it a second time I'm sure I'd enjoy it more. The performances were as appropriate as they could be with such an asinine pseudo-videogame script. Which brings me to the fact that this is Tarentino's least interesting film, dialogue-wise.
Also, if you ever plan on becoming a filmmaker, observe Tarentino's brilliant use of the incorporating the medium, absolutely astonishing. Only few directors can pull off lyrical music without it being overly heavy handed and abrasive.

thought
Do filmmakers consciously and/or subconsciously crave power?
I ask this for film is the most powerful artform ever conceived by man, which brings me to wonder of the internal motives of those who want to direct (including myself). Storytellers and entertainers have always had a sense of nobilty projected towards them, which is the topic of a documentary i hope to make. But the question still bothers me, do i want to become a filmmaker out of compensation from my passive life(which, indeed, is ironic for filmmaking is a very agressive profession)? Or is it to express the world through my image?
I hope that it is the latter.

thought 2
essence precedes orgasm.
All is lost after.

parking structures
I feel as if they are like an alternate reality, for there is no level ground in a parking structure everything is slanted making something of a vertical labyrinth in which everyone knows like the back of their hand.
Crazy indeed.

the rest
thrillho. fiction. stamp. whole.

And then there is the closing statement(s) which should unify the piece by means of repetition, or should pose the central thesis, and expand effciently on it with eloquence and certainty. There's none of that here.
posted by Justin at 9:45 PM