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started from da bottom now we here
Drakes got nothing on Jack Nicholson.
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Cinematic supercuts are, as well you know, all the rage of late, and I’m a big fan of them as well - but I also find something vaguely soul-crushing about them, from a film lover’s perspective. While they seek to celebrate certain visual tropes of movie-making, they can also unintentionally show us how lazy or cliched some tactics have become - and how we’ve come to accept and welcome them as filmgoers. Or they can unfairly shine a light on an actor’s abilities or repeated tricks; would Julianne Moore appreciate seeing herself crying in scene after scene? Would it make her doubt the choices she makes in these scenes? So her characters cry; the stories dictate that those characters are sad - why should that be mocked, out of context, by some anonymous armchair editor?
Well, because it’s entertaining. But still.
The Jim Carrey clip above, though, is a little more extraordinary. For an editing exercise, it’s really quite a thing of beauty. To take the time to match motion and cut it with such cleverness is a fun little thing to witness. And although it does point up some of Carrey’s common mannerisms, it’s intriguing to me to see the different ways his characters are portrayed and the way they match up, especially because some of his performances stand out among different genres.
Not too crazy about the music used in the clip, but overall it’s a pretty fun watch.
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Guys… PLEASE read this blog. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!
I KID. I love them gaffers…
It’s time to get pissed. The U.S. law that would turn Google, Facebook, and Twitter into legally immune government spies just passed the House.
We expected CISPA to pass; that’s why this spring, we’re going to organize the largest online privacy protest in history to make sure CISPA is gone for good.
And, in response to (Republican) Rep. Mike Rogers’ accusation that CISPA opponents are just “14 year-old tweeter[s] in the basement”, we thought we’d also challenge Rep. Rogers to get on live national television and debate a 14 year-old in a basement on CISPA. The search for the 14 year-old begins. Are you or do you know a 14 year-old who could totally school a congressman on this issue?
This bill affects everyone — not just U.S. citizens. Anyone with a Facebook account could now have their data shipped directly to the U.S. government. That’s why Internet users overwhelmingly oppose this bill. Over 1.5 million people signed petitions against it. But Congress didn’t listen.
Does this remind you of something? Yep, this is the exact position we were in with SOPA last year. Then the Internet rose up and we made history with the SOPA strike.
Join the largest online privacy protest in history to make sure CISPA goes the same route as SOPA and doesn’t become the law that breaks the 4th Amendment. Are you in?
CISPA threatens our most basic rights. Privacy is important not just for our security but for our rights to freedom of expression. The giant tech companies that stood with Internet users against SOPA are not going to help us this time (but some of the large sites like Mozilla, Imgur, and Reddit are all against CISPA and we love them).
Only a massive grassroots outcry will stop this bill. We’re starting to build the tools. But we need your help.
Can you share the flyer below on social media? And tell everyone you know to sign up to join the protest?
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God bless the Spanish army
holy. shit. i thought this was some made up photo shoot with models in uniform. i need to get back to spain STAT.
I’m sorry. WHAT!? O_o.
The spanish army is pimpin’
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After 6 months and 6 full revisions, my feature length script entitled “Going North” (working title of course) is done. 40 minutes ago I finished the last page.
It’s weird. I don’t feel anymore accomplished or successful than I did at 11am when I started in on what ended up being the last set of revisions. I don’t feel happy, sad, angry or anything really. The only thing I do feel is a slight change.
It’s not some major life altering change. The best way I can describe it is that it feels like I’ve just entered the on ramp of a highway. The gears have been shifted up. I’m going faster now. And I don’t feel myself slowing down.
I should be feeling some sort of peace or accomplishment. But, I’m not. This is not a new thing for me, I rarely take time to revel in my own success’s before it’s onto the next one.
I have credits for 30 some odd music video as a director, 2 short films as a writer and a director, 6 awards to my name for films I’ve worked on (in varying roles), and I am 23. Why aren’t I pleased yet?
I’ve been doing this film thing forever. When I was 7 or 8 my mom shut me up one day over March break by handing me the family video camera. She said “Here, if your so bored, go make me a film”- so I did. I came back at the end of the day with a VHS tape. I had used our crappy old VHS player and cut together a short film. I forget what it was about, probably just me dancing around my basement in a costume. Real high production value too I’m willing to bet.
When I was 15, I was getting money here and there shooting “sponsor me” tapes for friends. When I was 16 I made my first 60 minute skate video (thats still online somewhere, kudos if you can find it). When I was 17, I got my first paycheck for a corporate video, and produced my first music video (also online somewhere). Since then, I haven’t stopped. This has become my life. Make something, move on, make something, move on.
This isn’t me bragging, don’t take it like that. This is me simply saying “What the hell is wrong with me?”. Why do I not have the ability to sit down, stay still, give myself a big hug, and say “Hey dude, good work.” Well, some might say its a neurosis, but I’m no Woody Allen. The only thing I can chalk it up to is, never thinking anything is enough for me.
Throughout the years I’ve constantly graded myself like some sort of harsh high school teacher.
When I’m being patted on the back, all I can think of is how little I actually deserve it. There are so many more important things & people in this world.
My father was an optometrist who saved lives every day but detecting strokes before they happen.
My mother was a nurse helping elderly people live a better life.
My sister is a great writer with an introspective style that can make you question your own reality (and a mother to boot). (http://kevansschultz.wordpress.com/about/)
My best friend is running 250km across to Gobi desert to raise money for Prostate Cancer Canada. (https://twitter.com/race_to_raise)
And that’s just the people I can think of off the top of my head.
Yet to me, this is it. This is what I want to do. I want nothing more than what I’ve already become. So why isn’t it enough?
Lately i’ve run into a lot of people in my industry telling me “Yeah, when I was 23, I thought I was a director too.” or “Dude, you can’t do that in Canada.”
To which I always answer-
Fine then. When have I become a “director”? Do I wait for you to tell me? Is it my first time in an academy qualifying festival? Does it happen when I die and someone finds a film of mine in an attic?
Well, that in itself is another problem. I am no longer going to compare my life or career to those around me. Success is subjective, and I don’t need someone to tell me when I’m there.
Success is what you make of it. You may be flipping burgers, but if that is what you dig, then more power to you. From an outward perspective, I’m sure I seem successful. But, to me, I’m no where near it yet. Although all the math adds up, I still can’t find the answer.
Sure there are still some minor revisions to go with the script, and securing funding will be a hell of a problem. But as long as I stay focused on my own measure of self worth and success, and keep shifting gears, I think I’ll come to my destination sooner rather than later.
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