“That’s the whole secret, is if you hire great people and you don’t mess them up with a lot of analysis and conversation and speculation and nonsense—if you just get out of their way and shut up, they give you the performance that has made them the great performer that they are.”—Woody Allen on directing actors, from Woody Allen: A Documentary, which yes, of course you should watch (via lonelysandwich)
“Kafka imagines a man who has a hole in the back of his head. The sun shines into this hole. The man himself is denied a glimpse of it. Kafka might as well be talking about the man’s face. Others ‘look into it.’ The most public, promiscuous part of his body is invisible to himself. How obvious. Still, it takes a genius to say that the face, the thing that kisses, sneezes, whistles, and moans is a hole more private than our privates. You retreat from this dreadful hole into quotidian blindness, the blindness of your face to itself. You want to light a cigarette or fix yourself a drink. You want to make a phone call. To whom? You don’t know. Of course you don’t. You want to phone your face. The one you’ve never met. Who you are.”— Leonard Michaels, from “Journal”, Shuffle (1990)
The fairy tales and the love songs and angsty teen dramas all make it seem easy. It may take awhile for the star crossed lovers to get together, but when they know it’s right, it is right, and they’re never wrong. That’s where they lie to you. It may take awhile for the realization to hit them, but once it does, it’s only a matter of time before romantic bliss. Rarely is there a plot where the realization is illusionary. Verse 1. Refrain. Refrain. Refrain. Refrain.
I was thinking the other day about how I understand the world through movies. I know this seems a little incongruent following the above paragraph where I theorize that those same movies have made me perpetually unhappy—although that’s a stronger statement than I actually mean, but there’s truth to it. But still, I understand everything in terms of movies. I only understand economics in terms of the film industry, politics in terms of documentary and politically twisted plots. I know which fork to use first from Titanic, and I understand Duke and Duchess culture from The Duchess, 80s fashion from Sixteen Candles, and how to best rob a bank from The Town. My earliest basic understanding of football came from Remember the Titans. My role models are fictional: Andie from Devil Wears Prada, Rachel McAdams in anything besides Mean Girls, Celine in Before Sunset/Sunrise. Not only do films like Juno and Charlie Bartlett influence my own writing style, but the plots influence my life. I know not how to hold a coffee cup from my parents but from an actress. My idealized dream of New York City is entirely based on how it’s depicted in Woody Allen movies; everything I know about New York is from movies. I want Clementine’s spunk in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, to be loved with the intensity Robby feels inAtonement, to be as adorable as Penelope Cruz is in Vanilla Sky. I want to hear “you had me at hello.” My morality, my idealism, my cynicism, my dreams, goals, aspirations, limitations, hairstyles, fashion, thoughts, perceptions, perspectives, and opinions are all shaped by film. It doesn’t hurt that I submerse myself in as many as possible, but apart from a few reality/fantasy boundaries I can’t differentiate, I don’t feel tainted by my cinephile ways. Its variety has shaped me.
“And in the beginning, my lungs had too much air in them, whenever you were near, like I could never breathe out enough.
And in the end, my throat closed, whenever you were far, like I could never breathe in again.”—I Wrote This For You: The Art Of Breathing (via kari-shma)
“I always wanted to give a lecture at filmschools. You go in and you see all these fresh faces, and you say: ‘You! Stand up, tell me your story. Tell me what your film is going to be about.’ And they start, and you go: ‘Shut up and sit the fuck down!’ And if they do, you go: ‘You’re not ready.’ Because the film business is filled with shut-up and sit-the-fuck-down. You got to be able to tell your story in spite of sit-down and shut-the-fuck-up. If you are going to let something like that derail you, what hope do you have against transportation department? What hope do you have against development executives?”—David Fincher (via theshadowofyoursong)
“It really came up in passing conversation, just being like ‘I’m proud of you.’ But, you know, not even necessarily that a woman has to go and achieve grandiose things to be proud. It’s just like, I’m proud of you for trying. You know, it’s hard to be a woman out here these days, especially to be pretty. And especially, you know, to be smart and to want something for yourself. So I’m just proud of you. Whether it’s Nicki or whether its any girl that I’ve ever known in my life thats doing well for herself.”—DRAKE X MAKE ME PROUD (via fuckyeahdraaake)
“You tend to get told that the world is the way it is, but life can be much broader once you discover one simple fact; and that is that everything around you that you call life was made up by people no smarter than you … Once you learn that, you’ll never be the same again.”—Steve Jobs in PBS’ “One Last Thing” (via lilzet)
“I find the whole concept of being ‘sexy’ embarrassing and confusing. If I do an interview with photographs people desperately want to change me – dye my hair blonder, pluck my eyebrows, give me a fringe. Then there’s the choice of clothes. I know everyone wants a picture of me in a mini-skirt. But that’s not me. I feel uncomfortable. I’d never go out in a mini-skirt. It’s nothing to do with protecting the Hermione image. I wouldn’t do that. Personally, I don’t actually think it’s even that sexy. What’s sexy about saying, ‘I’m here with my boobs out and a short skirt, have a look at everything I’ve got?’ My idea of sexy is that less is more. The less you reveal the more people can wonder.”—Emma Watson (via fuckyeahemmawatson)