Remember the great film with Bette Davis, All About Eve? There’s a scene after the scheming Eve steals Margo’s role through trickery & then gets this magnificent review. Margo of course is effing & blinding all over the place. And crying. Her director rushes into her house, puts his arms around her & says, “I ran all the way”. That’s what I want.
Beauty is light set free.
Last, but not least — in fact, this is most important — you need a happy ending. However, if you can create tragic situations and jerk a few tears before the happy ending, it will work much better.
Kind words change the world.
Outside the cinema I had not yet learned to live, but within it I had most certainly learned to die. I could die for you in every way known to man, and in a few ways known only to scriptwriters. I could see now that provided that I remained fit, the future held many more deaths yet. I could only hope that they would serve some purpose, and that perhaps a reputation may come in the same way as a coral formation, which is made up of a deposit of countless tiny corpses.
So fast you couldn’t realise it, from one face to another – that’s called an actor. Then what happens??
Victim a killer, victim a killer wow. One time be a part of a victim, other being a part of a killer – awesome just awesome.
People represented in book or film travel vast oceans of life unrecorded; studeo time costs money, and pens grow heavy.
How much you are close you see less!
Happiness is individualized. Don’t box it in. Let it fly.
Want a role? Fuck a screenwriter.