Film? A Religion?
I realized that real film makers are psychotic. Truely. Really.
They get so deep in touch with their personal inner-self, that they fall in love with digging their past incidents (preferably hurts and pains) so much. Then they would display it in a hard box of entertainment for masses to dig deep in.
Then i heard this "Now my Religion is Film".
If Filming were to be a religion, it's definately one of the most ill-lighted and unbalanced kind. Can you imagine a class of 18 people crying over a letter they wrote? I still thought People would write on the surface and just get this crappy assignment done. In fact, they should? Or isit me being too depthless? They went back to their hurtful, painful, excruciating past just to do well in film. Then later on, they try to console, distract themselves from their hurts. It's like a never-ending horror movie, the scary creature keeps coming out repeatedly to scare the waste out of you. Until you run away from it, you still fear it. Saddening.
Now I know why Art is a lie that makes us realise the truth. For me at least.
Eye-opener anyway!
I realized that real film makers are psychotic. Truely. Really.
They get so deep in touch with their personal inner-self, that they fall in love with digging their past incidents (preferably hurts and pains) so much. Then they would display it in a hard box of entertainment for masses to dig deep in.
Then i heard this "Now my Religion is Film".
If Filming were to be a religion, it's definately one of the most ill-lighted and unbalanced kind. Can you imagine a class of 18 people crying over a letter they wrote? I still thought People would write on the surface and just get this crappy assignment done. In fact, they should? Or isit me being too depthless? They went back to their hurtful, painful, excruciating past just to do well in film. Then later on, they try to console, distract themselves from their hurts. It's like a never-ending horror movie, the scary creature keeps coming out repeatedly to scare the waste out of you. Until you run away from it, you still fear it. Saddening.
Now I know why Art is a lie that makes us realise the truth. For me at least.
Eye-opener anyway!

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