quilty

God, I really don't ever write in this thing.

The class for editing the student literary magazine has turned into student art film hell. Some common features of said films:
1. uncomfortably close close-ups
2. knives
3. emo soundtrack
4. a beautiful girl writhing in pain
5. shooting, stabbing, or beating with a blunt object (or any combination thereof)
6. the filmmakers themselves in several roles
7. this one friend of mine who hangs out with the student filmmakers looking dark and brooding in a leather jacket

They commonly describe their films as "underground" or "controversial", when in fact they are "lousy" and "boring."

Of course I can't really say that all student art films are inane.
But I do.

In other news, "cute baby ducks on a dangerous journey" (announced in all seriousness by a TV news anchor, who followed it up by showing footage of duclklings crossing the street).

In other other news, I can't ever make art again because the SITI company's Death and the Ploughman was a perfect piece of art and I have nothing more to add to theatre. Going to get depressed and eat ice cream instead. Then maybe find an opium den to waste away in.