"Nobody will ever notice that. Filmmaking is not about the tiny details. It's about the big picture."
Maybe you haven't noticed, but it's been a while since I've written anything. And it's been even longer since I posted regularly. Apologies if you've been waiting for fascinating stories like "The Tale of Getting Awkwardly Dumped for Not Putting Out" or "A Years' Worth of Creepy Men In A Day at the Centre des impôts," but along with that apology comes a suspicion that you're probably not too torqued up about having missed those particular anecdotes. Then again, what is the point of reading a personal blog if it's not for engaging in authorized voyeurism?
Annnnnyway (haven't missed the babbling either, have you?) I'm posting now, even as it's late and I need to go to bed because I have to go to the library in the morning because I have 20 days to come up with an argument for my thesis - I know! SO demanding after having done next to nothing for the past 6 months - because blogging is one of those things that's really just all about momentum and simply starting should get me back on track. And so, I share a bit of good news followed by a complaint that's been rattling around my head for a while.
First: finally signed my new lease for my apartment this morning. This is my third yearly lease, thus I'm now on my third year of living here in Paris, and... it's bizarre. I love it, but honestly, who thought I'd end up here for so long? Annnd then the complaint: the annoying Utah regionalism of calling a film a "show." I can handle the fact that things are for sell and that people send emells, and it's not like I'm from the most cultured area ever (anybody want a paaaaaaap? We could put it in a baaaaaaag) but this one wants to make me pop (or paaaaaaap) my eardrums. Call it a film, a movie, a flick; even a "cinematic experience" would be preferable to a "show." "Oh, Princess Bride? I love that show!" ...please, please stop.
(This is where you might be thinking that I either have too much time on my hands or I need real problems to complain about, which very well may be the case, but to which I... would make a reply if I weren't censoring myself. Turns out I'm cranky late at night when I've only got (now) 19 days left in which to find a magical, hidden source from the 16th century that's never been used before. Ha.)
