Mist (not the german one)

Film, Indiscriminate thoughts on May 22nd, 2011 by escargot

Video-haikus might be the most pretentious and artsy attempt of communication. But hell, I get the chance of getting a plus account on Vimeo.

I finished the adaptation of a Hemingway story last week, it ended up very well, I feel I did something good that in some way or another respects Hemingway’s work. The teachers are supposedly reading through all the submitted scripts and will be choosing two to be filmed, I’m starting to doubt that they’ll pick mine, and not because it’s not good enough. I suppose my proposal of a short film doesn’t really fit with what the school is aiming for. I don’t know, but I’m really looking forward to making it. Maybe I can gather a team and make it anyways. We’ll see.

“De Golpe” is almost finished, I’m waiting on the original music to be finished and wrap the title and credits animation, but so far I’m happy with the film and what it has become. As soon as it’s finished we’ll try to promote it and get it into some festivals or whatever we can find. We think it has the potential to make something out of it.

Petersilie

Indiscriminate thoughts on May 3rd, 2011 by escargot

Perejil en un vaso de agua

I don’t want to believe it is coincidental that the sudden and continuous appearance of Death in the media has some strange relation to all the people around me, drowning in a glass of water.

Let’s be honest, I’ve always felt ashamed for being fascinated by guns and violence. Being parented by the most pacifist and non violent person I reckon that might be the root behind this voyeuristic amusement of weapons, although this feeling came rather late, or at least I rationalized it not so long ago, five or six years ago, when I got rid of strong, friend-related, prejudices. Might also have to do with reading The Snows of Kilimanjaro and from then on many of Hemingway’s short stories, where the glorification of war, hunt and guns feels so honest and primitive.

I think I’ll just stick with this by now and see if I develop this later on. It feels too raw and harsh for now (talk about quintessential qualities).

By the way, I’ll be adapting a story of Hemingway into a shortfilm script. Maybe I’ll mention something about it in here as soon as I stop dreaming about it, I can’t deal with oneiric voices dwelling into my writings.