Last night I just watched a beautiful movie. Absolutely beautiful! Yeah, there was a sex scene I had to skip…. I’m skipping my class because it is raining. It was In America and it was told from the perspective of the little girl who had a camcorder.
The family in the movie is Irish and have moved to America to start a new life since one of the kids died. They move to Mahattan where the father, who is an actor, tries to get a role in plays on broadway. The father finds himself unable to feel-cry, get angry, anything.
I wrote a movie yesterday morning for my class. It is okay and I think it will be entertaining, but it won’t be important. I think I finally has a definition for a movie that is important. An important movie deals with those things that are important in life, but personally it is a movie that has a real piece of me in it. When I was writing the movie, I was so concerned with making a movie that was doable, I dumbed it down so where there is no real part of me in it. In America was based on the life of the writer who was one of the kids. I assumed he changed his character into a girl just to mix it up.
I will have to do an independent study movie before I graduate or I will anyway. So, I thinking I will write a movie that is not necessarily about me, but has a huge part of me in it.