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The interesting thing, in context, is that it’s not like I’ve been doing absolutely nothing—I’ve actually been working fairly hard, if intermittently, on "Imaginary Beauties" and my newest project, a screenplay called Faultline. When done, it’ll make a pretty funny companion-piece to The Mercy Seat…hell, we could probably shoot them back-to-back using the same sets, since it’s a form-of-zombie Ghost of Mars/Assault on Precinct 13-ish bottle siege in a men’s prison, as opposed to a ghost story with additional helping of riot set in a women’s prison. And yes, since I finally got a hold of a copy of Murder by Numbers, two of the prisoner characters are these former genius high school students/pair-bonded Nietzche superfans who’ve been in the same jail for ten years and not talked to each other that entire time; getting them "back together" seems smart at the time (because two heads, etc.), but eventually turns out to be quite a pertinent mistake in strategy.;)
As ever, I’m probably undercutting all my production pre-planning by having a Con Air-type massive cast just so I can kill a whole bunch of them randomly, but—that’s half the fun of this whole narrative pattern! The good part is that I’ve already got at least ten pages of notes, huge chunks of dialogue that are yielding plot-points and action sequences, and that I truly believe building the whole thing around a rekindled gay sociopath "romance" will eventually turn out to be a plus rather than a minus. I can’t help but notice, given my interests, that while there does seem to be a whole subset of gay-targeted horror evolving in the d2DVD/cable TV market sector (The Nest, Hellbent, Dante’s Cove, etc.), the production values, writing and casting are fairly universally dismal—it’s like they’re casting guys for their abs rather than their acting abilities, when you could potentially cast for both (or create eccentrically sexy character types, which is more what I’d go for. Seeing how it’s not like you could ever afford to get Gosling and Pitt to repeat themselves, cute as that’d be).
So, yeah. That’s been me, this last little stretch of time, as things wind down at the TFS. And I come home exhausted, hammer at this stuff for a few hours, then literally fall over—I’ve been in bed by 11:00 PM for the last three days, consistently not watching the many films I could be (and need to be, since I’ve rented them or people lent them to me) watching, in favor of shit TV and frozen yoghurt. Still, I got my last contract today, which indicates I’ll have exactly one nine-hour day next semester. Ha! So I better get some shit done, is all I’m sayin’.
And what else? Watched Elizabeth: The Golden Age, which is very pretty and very much an afterthought—and I’m beginning to think that maybe these slash goggles I’ve been sporting have just started to recode everyting I watch, because as far as I can see? Incipient Elizabeth/Bess/Raleigh is a plot point in this one; the clear subtext is that many of the decisions Elizabeth makes may not come out of but are definitely colored by her incredible loneliness and frustration, which causes her to crush inappropriately on people of both sexes, use them like toys and then kick them away whenever they try to remind her they’re people with stuff to do besides hang out with her (a lot like her Dad’s pattern, now I come to think…though at least she never intentionally gets any of them killed;)).
The scenario, if any besides me would care to write it, might go thusly—
Elizabeth R.: You know, it is not to be thought or spoken of afterwards, and it’s not like one can ever go much further than first base either, but…make out with me! I command you!
Raleigh: Uh…you scare me, your Majesty, so I’d rather not. Can I go back to my ship now?
Elizabeth R.: No, on pain of death for treason. Make out with your wife in front of me, instead?
Raleigh: Might could do. But speaking of that—you never actually had sex with my wife, did you? Back when she was your lady-in-waiting-in-particular, and all?
Elizabeth R.: Not…as such, since one did not in fact know such a thing was potentially possible. You intrigue me, sir; tell me more! I command you!
Bess (to Raleigh): Well, now you’ve done it, Mister I-Saw-It-Once-In-Virginia.
Raleigh [shrugs].
Other than that, I’ve also been reading a fuck of a lot of manga, which already brings my count of Books Read for the year up over 45-plus. Specifically a lot of Kaori Yuki’s Godchild, a semi-Victorian fantasia which (as ever) shakes all the exotic English cultural tropes she likes up in a bag and then spews them back out with charming indiscriminacy. I’m pre-spoiled and know nobody gets out intact except a few minor(ish) characters, but my absolute favorite in a gallery of pretty freaks has to be the unfortunately-named Dr Jizabel Disraeli, the hero’s mad scientist elder half-brother: Ridiculously tall and elegantly beautiful, sports wire-rimmed glasses and grey hair grown beneath his shoulders, knows hypnosis, wants to take Lord Cain C. Hargreaves’ golden-green eyes out and keep them in a jar. When his sidekick Cassian (a 35-year-old man trapped in a pre-teen body who occasionally yells things like "Don’t be crazy, kid!" at the bad doctor) asks him how he can be okay with doing evil medical testing when he loves animals so much, Disraeli points out that given the main goals of his "research" (death, destruction, body modification, maximum emotional pain for Cain), all his test subjects are human. And there ya have the whole dynamic, in a nutshell.
And finally, since I really haven’t wasted enough time today, a meme gakked from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evildrem:
List seven songs you’re into right now. No matter the genre,whether they have words or even if they’re any good, they must be songs you’re really enjoying right now. Thenm tag seven other people to hear what they’re listening to right now.
( Read more... )
As for tagging, I’m not much into that, but if you wanted to jump in, please do. All right, I’m off to the shower, then print out, then school. See ya.
As ever, I’m probably undercutting all my production pre-planning by having a Con Air-type massive cast just so I can kill a whole bunch of them randomly, but—that’s half the fun of this whole narrative pattern! The good part is that I’ve already got at least ten pages of notes, huge chunks of dialogue that are yielding plot-points and action sequences, and that I truly believe building the whole thing around a rekindled gay sociopath "romance" will eventually turn out to be a plus rather than a minus. I can’t help but notice, given my interests, that while there does seem to be a whole subset of gay-targeted horror evolving in the d2DVD/cable TV market sector (The Nest, Hellbent, Dante’s Cove, etc.), the production values, writing and casting are fairly universally dismal—it’s like they’re casting guys for their abs rather than their acting abilities, when you could potentially cast for both (or create eccentrically sexy character types, which is more what I’d go for. Seeing how it’s not like you could ever afford to get Gosling and Pitt to repeat themselves, cute as that’d be).
So, yeah. That’s been me, this last little stretch of time, as things wind down at the TFS. And I come home exhausted, hammer at this stuff for a few hours, then literally fall over—I’ve been in bed by 11:00 PM for the last three days, consistently not watching the many films I could be (and need to be, since I’ve rented them or people lent them to me) watching, in favor of shit TV and frozen yoghurt. Still, I got my last contract today, which indicates I’ll have exactly one nine-hour day next semester. Ha! So I better get some shit done, is all I’m sayin’.
And what else? Watched Elizabeth: The Golden Age, which is very pretty and very much an afterthought—and I’m beginning to think that maybe these slash goggles I’ve been sporting have just started to recode everyting I watch, because as far as I can see? Incipient Elizabeth/Bess/Raleigh is a plot point in this one; the clear subtext is that many of the decisions Elizabeth makes may not come out of but are definitely colored by her incredible loneliness and frustration, which causes her to crush inappropriately on people of both sexes, use them like toys and then kick them away whenever they try to remind her they’re people with stuff to do besides hang out with her (a lot like her Dad’s pattern, now I come to think…though at least she never intentionally gets any of them killed;)).
The scenario, if any besides me would care to write it, might go thusly—
Elizabeth R.: You know, it is not to be thought or spoken of afterwards, and it’s not like one can ever go much further than first base either, but…make out with me! I command you!
Raleigh: Uh…you scare me, your Majesty, so I’d rather not. Can I go back to my ship now?
Elizabeth R.: No, on pain of death for treason. Make out with your wife in front of me, instead?
Raleigh: Might could do. But speaking of that—you never actually had sex with my wife, did you? Back when she was your lady-in-waiting-in-particular, and all?
Elizabeth R.: Not…as such, since one did not in fact know such a thing was potentially possible. You intrigue me, sir; tell me more! I command you!
Bess (to Raleigh): Well, now you’ve done it, Mister I-Saw-It-Once-In-Virginia.
Raleigh [shrugs].
Other than that, I’ve also been reading a fuck of a lot of manga, which already brings my count of Books Read for the year up over 45-plus. Specifically a lot of Kaori Yuki’s Godchild, a semi-Victorian fantasia which (as ever) shakes all the exotic English cultural tropes she likes up in a bag and then spews them back out with charming indiscriminacy. I’m pre-spoiled and know nobody gets out intact except a few minor(ish) characters, but my absolute favorite in a gallery of pretty freaks has to be the unfortunately-named Dr Jizabel Disraeli, the hero’s mad scientist elder half-brother: Ridiculously tall and elegantly beautiful, sports wire-rimmed glasses and grey hair grown beneath his shoulders, knows hypnosis, wants to take Lord Cain C. Hargreaves’ golden-green eyes out and keep them in a jar. When his sidekick Cassian (a 35-year-old man trapped in a pre-teen body who occasionally yells things like "Don’t be crazy, kid!" at the bad doctor) asks him how he can be okay with doing evil medical testing when he loves animals so much, Disraeli points out that given the main goals of his "research" (death, destruction, body modification, maximum emotional pain for Cain), all his test subjects are human. And there ya have the whole dynamic, in a nutshell.
And finally, since I really haven’t wasted enough time today, a meme gakked from
evildrem:List seven songs you’re into right now. No matter the genre,whether they have words or even if they’re any good, they must be songs you’re really enjoying right now. Thenm tag seven other people to hear what they’re listening to right now.
( Read more... )
As for tagging, I’m not much into that, but if you wanted to jump in, please do. All right, I’m off to the shower, then print out, then school. See ya.
