Unnecessary Z's Guide to Independent Filmmaking
As seen in Bitter Man's Monthly
It's official. My entry into this year's Midnight Movie Making Madness competition is a wash. I blame myself for the most part, but not in the humble and responsible way a more mature person might do. I trusted other people besides myself to get a job done and it ended in spectacularly retarded results. My first bit of advice is to never write anything you can't shoot and star in by yourself. The less people involved, the better. People are lazy failures and they would like nothing more than to drag you down into the highly populated pit of filth that most of the world lives in. I find that most people use working on a film as an excuse to stand around, get other people to do their job, then talk about how great it is to be in the industry. Robert Rodriguez realized this a long time ago, and still does as much work on his own projects as he can. There's no point in paying someone too much money to do a job a less lazy person can do on top of another one. People cringe in the face of real work and generally don't want to do it unless it immediately yields high amounts of praise and cash. As of press time, I don't know what's worse: friends who have no interest in film but want to be rockstars anyway, or professionals. Both are lazy, unreliable, and about as predictable as a horny weasel. In the end the only thing that kept others from dying by my hand was the positive attitude and never say die spirit of Aartaxx, who I wish I had hooked up with in the beginning. I didn't at the behest of my "professional" partner, who suggested that a professinal DP's moody and egotistical nature would be a hindurance to our effort. Fuck him and word up to Aartaxx. All I got from this was a huge reminder of why I hate filmmaking, filmmakers, and everyone else attached to the whole mess. And people wonder why writers are so isolated and miserable. YOU FUCKING MAKE US THAT WAY! I'll keep writing, but if anyone tries to stick me behind a camera again, they'll have repeated blows from a steel toed boot to answer to.
As seen in Bitter Man's Monthly
It's official. My entry into this year's Midnight Movie Making Madness competition is a wash. I blame myself for the most part, but not in the humble and responsible way a more mature person might do. I trusted other people besides myself to get a job done and it ended in spectacularly retarded results. My first bit of advice is to never write anything you can't shoot and star in by yourself. The less people involved, the better. People are lazy failures and they would like nothing more than to drag you down into the highly populated pit of filth that most of the world lives in. I find that most people use working on a film as an excuse to stand around, get other people to do their job, then talk about how great it is to be in the industry. Robert Rodriguez realized this a long time ago, and still does as much work on his own projects as he can. There's no point in paying someone too much money to do a job a less lazy person can do on top of another one. People cringe in the face of real work and generally don't want to do it unless it immediately yields high amounts of praise and cash. As of press time, I don't know what's worse: friends who have no interest in film but want to be rockstars anyway, or professionals. Both are lazy, unreliable, and about as predictable as a horny weasel. In the end the only thing that kept others from dying by my hand was the positive attitude and never say die spirit of Aartaxx, who I wish I had hooked up with in the beginning. I didn't at the behest of my "professional" partner, who suggested that a professinal DP's moody and egotistical nature would be a hindurance to our effort. Fuck him and word up to Aartaxx. All I got from this was a huge reminder of why I hate filmmaking, filmmakers, and everyone else attached to the whole mess. And people wonder why writers are so isolated and miserable. YOU FUCKING MAKE US THAT WAY! I'll keep writing, but if anyone tries to stick me behind a camera again, they'll have repeated blows from a steel toed boot to answer to.
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Hood Rat! Hood Rat! Hootchie Mama!
i'll even wear snakes!
sorry you had to deal with such dolts.
xo