Friday, November 30, 2007

One year ago today...

One year ago, the floor vanished beneath me. Everything I thought I loved fell for what seemed like forever. The seeds I planted, the framework I built, the confidence I accumulated -- all of it, gone.
And for what? Why?
Because I stood up for what I believed in. The environment in which I immersed myself was poisonous. I would lose sleep at night imagining how I could make Student Senate the best voice for students, as well as a tolerable atmosphere for the people involved. I had the solution, I offered it, and my peers and fellow senators accepted it.
But when you aim for the top, you knock others away. The problem with politics is that those people aren't people. They're flies. They don't disappear when you swat at them. They stick around, and they lay their maggots on your skin. These people whom I thought were my friends-- they became maggots, and they decomposed my confidence. They were promised things by the flies in charge, enjoying the shit that they were fed, digesting it on my plate... a plate that they themselves served to me by originally choosing me as candidate for president. My promising "no bullshit" wasn't appealing to them any longer; there was a heaping pile of manure to be offered by another.
But Senate wasn't really important to me. I thought it was. What was important were the friendships. Senate was all I knew at KU. I had been a senator since week 3 of college. As a sophomore and student body president nominee, things were moving fast.
So when I defeated my friends for the presidential nomination, I was ignorant on many levels. I was ignorant to think that they would follow my lead. I was ignorant to think that they had better things to do with their time, backup plans that were equally exciting. I was ignorant to think that they were even my real friends. These friendships I thought I had built were based on power struggles and bending over for one another. Well, I was the one who got fucked. And when I didn't sleep all of finals week, when I wanted to quit every day, people called me a coward... the same people who left a knife in my back.
And I did quit. I never wanted to be Student Body President for the power and glory and title. My resume didn't need that to sell me as a hard worker and honest human being. I wanted to help an organization to which I passionately devoted my time. I saw my friends fighting with one another, all wanting to enjoy Senate but never finding common ground. I realize now that it was because they all hoped to benefit from the power. And thus the problem I sought to fix ended up fixing me.
And it did fix me. As soon as those "friends" were out of my life, the best moments of that life unveiled themselves. I wrote my own screenplay and taught myself the craft. My characters were human beings. One was abandoned by those she trusted. She had to redefine "trust" and "friendship" and now lives cautiously; but she's real and honest and truly alive. She is me.
I went to the Telluride Film Festival. I made contacts with 4 dozen film students from across the nation. I met world-renowned filmmakers, Academy Award winners, and saw 2007's best films 3 months before anybody else.
I got accepted into a European study abroad program. You've already read about that.
I'm interning next summer with the San Francisco Film Society, as well as a yet-undetermined second internship. I've promised more on this topic before... it's coming soon.
I stopped treating people like voters, and although I've always acted like myself, I no longer feel like I'm acting. I am naturally polite and cordial and motivated. I'm the perfect politician, except that I can't treat other human beings like doormats.
When the floor fell beneath me, I stopped breathing. But I didn't fall. Months passed before I found solid ground, but nothing truly valuable had disappeared. My real friends remained. Advisors, family, and friends were my rock. They helped me rebuild my confidence. Senate is beneath me, along with the worms who dwell in its muddy water. I feel so empowered now, and not because of a business card or a gold parking pass.
You don't know happiness until you've endured pain.
I am happy.

My mom sent me this a year ago for reassurance. It has defined 2007:

"The minute you begin to do what you really want to do, it's really a different kind of life."
-R. Buckminster Fuller

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Reading to write

Kansas is limited in screenwriting resources, and I feel as if I’ve used most of those that are available. I’ve taken classes at KU, and am enrolled in a directed study with Kevin Willmott this semester... but he is so busy, and face time is only once every few weeks. So, until I can move up and out, I have to bring the resources to my fingertips.
The Internet helps most Рthere are thousands of screenplays available for free download, great podcasts (especially Creative Screenwriting and On the Page) and of course multiple other reference sites. However, as for teaching myself, I have to get my hands on very clich̩ texts.
I can’t say for certain where most screenwriters got their start, but I’d be willing to bet that a majority has read the likes of Bob McKee and Syd Field. The books get flack for being such convenient, inexpensive tools, but I understand their limitations. They all preach the cookie-cutter rules and can’t answer your direct questions, but it’s because they’re all about the basics. I’m a huge advocate of “You can break the rules once you know them”, so using these books has been a lifesaver. I modeled my first screenplay after Syd Field’s workbook treatment, and found that the step-by-step walk-through made the process easier. And obviously I only followed the steps that made sense to my work style; in his framework, I discovered my form.
However, I feel like I’ve learned everything about screenwriting that I can ever learn from books. Interaction, feedback, people speaking from experience and empathizing with me… those are what I need now. Only so much can be taught from a textbook and gathered from podcasts (but I’ll give the edge to podcasts for constantly providing new, relevant material). One person’s opinions or suggestions will contradict the next person’s, so it’s a matter of finding my comfort zone, locating the common ground of all these suggestions and sticking to whatever makes me write the best material.
The greatest tool I can use now is just pouring through dozens and dozens of screenplays… successful ones. Hopefully I’ll be a screenplay reader once I move to Los Angeles, so there will be plenty of time dedicated to the bad screenplays later. I want to know what has worked, and which rules were broken and where they paid off. After that, it’s all in the application. Because the Kansas resource well is all dried up, the majority of my lessons come only when I’m actually writing, making mistakes, and learning from them. Just writing screenplays teaches me more than these books do, but I’ll still admit that the books were the perfect launch pad.
I’m not ashamed to have How To Sell Your Screenplay or 101 Habits of Highly Successful Screenwriters on my bookshelf. More than anything, I’m proud. I have to start somewhere, so until I’m out of Kansas, I’ll take this initiative.

this is why movies are made.



shudder, shudder, shudder. I love Meryl.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

European Foresight

Only 43 days separate me from Europe. Lawrence is splendid, but I’m over it – for now. I need something big, something huge, something otherworldly to make me appreciate the true Lawrencian treasures. One series that I’ll continue through my study abroad experience is “Compensation”. I’ll address something that I miss from Lawrence, or from US culture, and I’ll compare it to something European that I would be missing had I not pursued the trip. It’s going to remind me that no matter how expensive the trip is, or no matter how much I miss home, I made the right decision. Something tells me that it’ll be harder to come home than it will be to leave home, but I’ve never done something of this caliber with my time or money—both of which are extremely precious to me.

Here’s the itinerary:
Florence from Jan. 10-Feb. 22 (weekend trips to Siena, San Gimignano, Lucca, Pisa, Rome, Cinque Terre, and celebrating CARNIVALE in Venice)
10-day Eurotrip from Feb. 22- March 3 (possible destinations: Amsterdam, Munich, Berlin, Barcelona, Swiss Alps, Toulouse, London, Leicester… give or take a few)
Paris from March 3-April 11 (weekend trips to Reims, Champagne, Normandy, Brittany, St. Malo, Dinan, Mont St. Michel, Fontainebleau, Vaux-le-Vicomte, Easter with a friend in Germany, and possibly Ireland for St. Patrick’s Day (!!)

Yeah, I’m spoiled. I think it’ll be worth going broke for this opportunity. Is it selfish that I feel bad for the 80% of KU students who don’t study abroad?... especially those who already pay out-of state tuition. They’re wasting the perfect opportunity to live and learn abroad for a (comparatively) cheap, cheap, cheap price.

Here’s a sample of my Compensation feature...

Something I anticipate missing: Campus Architecture

Something to compensate the void: European Architecture


Something I anticipate missing: Green Bay Football

Something to compensate the void: Italian Futbol


Something I anticipate missing: Saying hello to Kelly J on campus

Something to compensate the void: Saying bonjour to Kelli C in Toulouse


I may continue the series into the summer, while I’m interning in San Francisco (more on that in another entry).
Wow. I can’t wait to meet the person I’ll have become by August. It’s likely that returning to Lawrence will prove difficult, but my perspectives will be shaped like a globe, and not rectangular like a certain Midwest state.

Monday, November 26, 2007

What I Love - Martin Schoeller

These photographs by Martin Schoeller wow me every time. They're my absolute favorite kind of photo.






There is so much said in each stare. Countless details behind those stony eyes, beneath that aged skin. It's something with how he brightens the pupils. Something magic.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Loss of yardage


KU cannot get it together right now. I am so frustrated, and reminded why I avoid faithfully following any sports team. Sure, I call myself a huge Packers fan, but I only watch a couple games each season. You can bet I won't tune in to the Dallas game this Thursday. Would rather refresh my browser for the score, or just check up once it's all over.
I hate knowing I can't control any outcome of the game, so why invest so much interest into it? You just go insane over something you can't affect. I prefer being in control of my own stress level. This sports fan thing... it's unwarranted stress.
See?







That last video has an upbeat ending at least.
The glass is half empty tonight!

Thursday, November 22, 2007

The Greatest Films I Have Never Seen - Raging Bull


I had Raging Bull on Netflix this summer right when I stopped my subscription. School was starting and I wouldn't get my money's worth, so I sent it back. Yeah, I meant to watch it, but it seemed like such a hurdle at the time. Wasn't in the mood for a biopic. Or a boxing flick. This is one of the few boxing pics I can actually enjoy, and only because it's not really about boxing. OK, I like this one too.
Anyhow...
Raging Bull, I predict, is about legendary boxer Jake LaMotta and his quest to be the greatest. "I am the greatest!" he proclaims after knocking out Sugar Ray Leonard in one round. Then, Muhammad Ali sues him for stealing his token phrase and not paying him royalties, but Jake LaMotta, a first amendment mastermind, takes Ali all the way to the US Supreme Court and wins his defense that such skimpy words are not copyrighted and restricted for Ali's use. LaMotta, riding the success of his legal battle, then takes his talents to home appliances, inventing "The Raging Bull", which cooks burgers, chicken, sandwiches, anything, from the convenience of the kitchen. George Foreman, taking a page from LaMotta's own book, steals the idea for his own cooking line, and LaMotta spirals into oblivion once Foreman's grill becomes the leading commodity. LaMotta forgot to patent his idea, and damn if it wasn't a shame.

Home Movies

Well, surviving without technology basics is easier than anticipated. The little bros want to watch my old movies. We'll be watching:
Signs: Political Signs take over the world, mauling helpless teenagers in the process.
Harry Potter 1 and 2: Harry Potter wakes up one day to find he is actually a wizard. He goes to Hogwarts, and then the entire plot changes from what the common man may be familiar. Malfoy has cancer, Hermione turns into a clam-person, Ron is turned into a snake, and Snape replaces Ron with a talking broomstick... yeah, believe it.
Death by Ice, Car Wars, Sooooo Hungry, et al: See how many ways we can kill my little brother on camera. Curious Keith crawls into the freezer. Curious Keith stands behind a car while it backs out. Curious Keith starves and can't eat anything until dinner...
...and dozens more!
Wow, I'm so good at writing loglines.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Goodbye, skinny jeans

Am back home for turkey, potatoes, and fruit salad. It's perfect so far, but there are a few minor hurdles:
No wireless internet (router broke), no cable, and no network tv (horrible reception).
It's all very primative. I'm going to have to outsource myself to friends' houses for the football games and tv addictions. I can't even rely on iTunes without my wireless. WTF? Why am I so dependent on technology?


Because technology is your friend, and perhaps your soulmate.

But, of course there's always the good ol' family. That's the one true reason for coming home in the first place.
Cheers to families!


That is not my family.

Monday, November 19, 2007

What I Love - Real Movies


I love films like Away From Her. When I went to rent a movie this weekend, my friend didn't want to get one that sounded so sad (i.e. Alzheimer's, love lost). She isn't numb or anything, because she likes all films, but wasn't in the mood for one as deep as this.
If given the choice, I would always pick a film like this over any other. No matter my mood, or the intensity of subject matter, I love these movies because they're real. Real events happen, real characters make real decisions. Sure, some walk a fine line (like The Door in the Floor), but to me, films exist to explore these human traits, these flaws and emotions and experiences. I love walking with the protagonist through a difficult time-- in this case, seeing his wife slowly forget him, while simultaneously falling in love with another Alzheimer's patient.
Julie Christie is getting Oscar attention for her role, and it's good for me to have watched this. Of the performances I've seen this year so far, hers is my favorite.
Oh, life. You're fun to watch.

Madam Ruby is clairvoyant

There are so many questions to which I need answers... pronto. I have no idea what I'm doing with myself in the next year. The most enthralling 7 months lie ahead in 2008, and then I hit a plateau. And after... falling, falling, falling.



Madam Ruby, please help. Why do I think so far into the future? What should I do? Where should I go? Please don't send me to the Alamo.

What would you ask Madam Ruby? Remember, she only takes cash.

Shit, it's 4:30 a.m.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

I never much cared for college football, but...

It's hard not to notice when your team is the #2 football team in the country, and one of two schools left undefeated. Sure, our hardest games are ahead of us, but this is KU's best football team ever.
I thought we were a basketball school?

Rock Chalk Jayhawk, America.

Friday, November 16, 2007

The Greatest Films I Have Never Seen - Scarface

This will be one of my on-going topics. I like to call myself a film buff, although most of my knowledge stems from the 90s and today. We all have those critically-acclaimed films that we've never seen, and when brought up in conversation, people's mouths drop at the very idea. "You haven't seen__________!?!?!?"
No, sorry. Probably not for any particular reason, other than I just haven't ever sat down and dedicated myself to it. There's nothing else, so if you're looking for an apology, it ain't here.
For these blurbs, I'll comment on what I think the film is about. Yeah, I may look like an idiot in the process, but how many of you have seen Dancehall Queen? None of you, that's what I thought. Well... I have.

Scarface


My presumed synopsis:
So, there's a cuban drug lord named Scarface Fergusen, and he lives in Miami. Some thug boss steals all the cigars, so Scarface has to pimp his way around town until he rains bullets into the thug boss's melon. And then he takes the thug's wife, and he proves that his face isn't the only thing with a scar on it. She gets pregnant and gives birth to James Bond.

Am I close!?

There's not enough room for two Hurlywoods in this town

Just to put this out there, I have no association with this. The name is purely coincidental.
The sense of humor, however, is ironically similar.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Here's the skinny (It's me)

Lots of friends have asked lately if I've lost weight. Yes, I have. It's true. But I have only been exercising once or twice a week. So, in fact, both fat and muscle are slipping away.
It's called the student budget diet. I don't have the time or money to go grocery shopping as often as I'd like. So instead, I eat large meals once a day, and maybe one smaller one on the side. I don't have the snacks for grazing, so I save a lot there, too. Save money, lose weight. What a revelation!
OK, maybe I'll gain some of it back over the holidays, which could be beneficial. I don't mind my clothes fitting better, though. But damn... I am craving some major turkey. So we'll see.
Who else has lost weight because of extenuating circumstances? I guess being poor isn't so bad.

Tom Hanks, in Cast Away


Christian Bale, in The Machinist (holy, holy, holy shit)


Matt Damon in Courage Under Fire

Time to go eat. Or not.

No WGA Midwest?

Stay strong, guild. If it takes an entire year, stay strong. This isn't just for now, it's for yesterday, it's for tomorrow, it's for future generations.

This is what the people want. And it's exactly what's making AMPTP the big bucks... and they won't even recognize that.
I would give anything to be in LA right now.
Thank you, especially.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Getting lost, getting found


Today I actually got lost. That's no metaphor, nor did I watch the TV show or even my favorite film.
While driving around the outskirts of town (for no other reason than to escape), I found myself taking one too many side roads. Soon I was spat out onto a random highway, miles outside of Lawrence. I didn't know how to get back, so I followed my gut and drove around for another hour before Lawrence reappeared. Clearly my gut had the proper inkling, but not bad enough to get me home sooner.
I loved driving on the meandering roads, no true destination, no other traffic. I listened to this the entire time, which complemented the mood.
Getting lost just clears my head. It didn't bother me that I was displaced. It didn't bother me that I was miles away from home. I was alone and could think, passing judgment and absorbing life without anyone to bother me.
Before my road adventure, I walked around just off campus for an hour too. I like to take in the fresh air, be alone, and appreciate the gorgeous Kansas autumn weather. I do this every Wednesday after class. Hump day is the best day, at least this semester.
It's this contemplative attitude that makes me love Lost in Translation. It puts me in my most favorite of all moods, and I pine to reach into the television, grab Charlotte and Bob, shake them, hug them, whisper into their ears, and tell them that things will be OK. Bob accomplishes this, at least, in what is the perfect end to their time together.

Amazing. I cry every time.
This picture describes how I feel today. Not emo. Contemplative. I could do this every day. I hate how robotic most people behave. Go out, get drunk, get naked, skip class, waste space, repeat. Sure, it's college, and we can get away with it, and I love that lifestyle in small doses. But what's so wrong about thinking deep, spending time alone, growing intellectually? College takes people out of reality as much as it shines light on independence.
If you really want to find yourself, get lost. You'll find your way back, but only when you're good and ready.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Breaking the fourth wall

I LOVE this re-surging technique in film. When the actor stares into the camera. What great insight into a character... those eyes.

Let's hope it doesn't get abused.
See also: Emile Hirsch in Into the Wild and Anamaria Marinca in 4 Months, 3 Weeks, and 2 Days
Any other notably good ones?

Monday, November 12, 2007

Hanson is good. And I'm a dunderhead.

I did a stupid thing. I drove all the way to KC for the Hanson concert and forgot my ticket back in Lawrence. And I didn't try bargaining with the door guy or anything. I just drove home and skipped the concert. Why?
Before I go any further, let me clarify this fact. I like Hanson. I never stopped liking Hanson. Question my sanity, my sexuality, my taste in music, but I like them. A lot. I, along with 5 other dudes, make up their entire male fanbase.
But they're damn good. They sing and play with conviction, and they've certainly grown up. All 3 brothers are married now, so those prepubescent days are behind them (I remember in 4th grade, at the rise of MmmBop, nobody knew if Taylor was a boy or girl). And even best, they run their own independent label; they aren't pushovers, and set their own standards. That alone is pretty commendable in today's world.
And now, their latest tour has a social movement tacked on. It's called The Walk, which entails the band taking a one mile walk with fans before each show. This encourages fans to buy a pair of Tom's Shoes (click previous link), for which another pair is donated to African children in need of the same luxury. So, that's just one more reason to like them.


So, why did I bail on the concert? Well, I saw them 2 years ago in Lawrence, which was great. However, I was surrounded by a bunch of phony teenyboppers who couldn't sing you a note beyond Hanson's first commercial album. And I felt extremely out of place, mainly because I have testicles.
I went with the same friend both times. Tracy is obsessed with Hanson, beyond words... a true fan. But she also is very giddy for them, so she is one of those girls who gets in line hours before, and waits hours after if it means getting autographs or touching them. Except she's not screechy about it. It's fun for her, but I definitely feel out of place. I didn't look forward to those long hours of camping, so that was my main reason for bailing. No worries... Tracy's sister was with her, so I didn't just abandon her.
I at least stayed for "The Walk", which was a neat concept, albeit the teenyboppers being complete morons. And there was this one guy (yes, a guy) who was pushing his toddler in a stroller and drove the left wheels off the curb in pursuit of some face-time with Isaac. His daughter was crying, but it didn't phase the man, as he maneuvered around trees and through dirt to be near the band. This guy must've been 30... and he was chasing Hanson with a stroller!
All of these factors really turned me off to waiting in line for four hours (or, in my case, driving back to Lawrence, back to KC, waiting in line, and then home to Lawrence around 1). I just wanted peaceful, quiet homework time.
But I'm serious about this... Hanson is awesome, and so purely talented. Give them another chance if you aren't already hooked.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Uncredited Extra - Fred Claus

This weekend marks my feature film debut! I’m not sure how excited I am to actually see Fred Claus, but I might take my little brother as an excuse. The film got abysmal reviews, which were predictable by the abysmal trailer, but nonetheless I may still pop up in the background of one scene.
When I was in Chicago last winter, our group was on Michigan Avenue, and I thought to myself “Hmm, it’d be cool if they were filming a movie down here.” This was in early January, and to my surprise, there were dozens of Salvation Army Santa Clauses running around together. It was pretty peculiar, especially being after Christmas. But, down another block, we located a film crew and hundreds of extras getting directions.
My group wanted to shop, an idea that I quickly abandoned to hang around the film crew. I merged in with the extras between takes and introduced myself to one of them. Her name escapes me, but you can see her ice skating against Nic Cage (three-legged style) in The Weatherman, and she has a scene in The Break Up as well.
She gave me the cues and told me to follow suit, just act like I belong there. The next thing I know, Vince Vaughn is ten feet away, cozying up to the camera. They start filming, the extras start moving, and now I’m walking in front of Vince as he rings his Salvation Army bell. I cross the street, then make about 200 laps around one corner in the distant background… basically it was the perfect place for my career to unfold. I mean, Renee Zellweger was background material in Dazed and Confused, lest we forget.
Hopefully I made the final cut, although I’m not counting on anything. It was a quirky incident, fun to joke about. Maybe that’ll be a trivia question someday…
Spielberg broke into studio lots to poke his nose around. I jump the extras rope of Fred Claus. Who’s a bigger bad ass?
Look for me wearing this.

Besides Zellweger... any other noteworthy actors/actresses start off as props?

Friday, November 9, 2007

KU grad (and not Fred Phelps) makes Kansas proud

There's a lot of press lately about Fred Phelps and his Westboro Baptist Church. Here in Kansas, we infamously call him our "state wart". He preaches nothing but hate. His church consists almost entirely of his own family, whom he has brainwashed into judging all human beings. If what Phelps teaches is right, then I don't want to join him in the afterlife.
Recently, however, one KU grad is meeting success for his documentary on the Phelpses. K. Ryan Jones, who graduated last year filmed Fall From Grace during his undergrad at KU. Showtime picked it up for a Dec. 4 screening. I was lucky enough to see a screening at KU last year, and was blown away by the courage Jones had while following the family to its funeral pickets, among other rabble-rousing. He had a hard time being so close to them for such a long time. They, of course, love the attention, and despite the honest light they are painted in (Jones remains neutral, but the footage speaks for itself), it gives them press to spread their message. It's a double-edged sword. We can't willingly ignore this family, but paying attention gives them the audience they want.
Here's the Fall From Grace trailer:

It's chilling. Scary. They believe nonsense such as soldiers dying from IEDs because of gay people; it's God's revenge to kill Americans because of the spite that people feel toward the Phelpses.
I absolutely despise this family. Especially when Phelps wears KU apparel. How shameful for us.

On a lighter note, they were picketing some nonsense at KU last year. For Student Senate, we had this giant Stewie doll, from Family Guy, and we were asked to take promotional photos for FOX with him around campus. Well, this one never got sent, but it was my favorite. Mainly because the only thing that could make this picture more ridiculous is a giant-ass Stewie doll.

Phelps recently lost a lawsuit requiring him to pay $11 million in punitive damages for picketing a soldier's funeral. He likely lost this case because the jury was awarded the final decision, and wouldn't each of us love to stick it to this man? It's both sad and true that this decision will likely be overturned in appellate court, because Phelps is a First Amendment mastermind.

They plan to picket the Tori Amos concert at KU tonight. It's on their "Picket Schedule" on their site. I feel bad for even linking it here. That's how they get their message out... word of mouth, and negative PR.

I'm sad that this family is from Kansas. Not one person outside the Phelps family supports these hateful individuals. I'm happy that K. Ryan Jones has come away from his experience with positive feedback. If you have the chance to see his film, you should capitalize on it. It'll be on Netflix soon, too.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

See me learn

Still learning some Blogging 101. For as many as I've read, it's funny how it takes a while to piece it all together from the other end.
Just like... writing screenplays!

MY FIRST EVER BLOG METAPHOR!

OK, fine, technically it was a simile.
Enjoy my cheese-tacular title picture and my slack-tastic college links.
More tomorrow. I can't wait!

Scene Stealer - The Enchanting Amy Adams

I loved Amy Adams when I saw Drop Dead Gorgeous many years ago.
See why:

And now, she's getting plenty of Oscar attention for her role in Enchanted, which initially seems bizarre. It's a half animated, half live action Disney musical. The movie doesn't look like it'd be Oscar bait whatsoever, but I have to admit that I'm neither surprised nor upset that she would garner the buzz. She is the only real reason I would see the film, and for this I have every intention to buy a ticket.
If you haven't witnessed her earth-shattering role in Junebug, you must. Hands down, that is my all-time favorite film performance. Her infectious personality highlighted every scene, but it's her final monologue that sold me. I bauled, bauled, bauled with the entire audience. The scene is available on host sites in French (?), but it'd be a waste for me to link it anyway. You really need to see the whole film to appreciate its payoff.
This trailer should whet your interest:

I'm thrilled to see what Adams produces in the future. Her presence radiates in all I've seen so far; I doubt Enchanted will be an exception. You can catch her in other Oscar bait as well, but should you really act surprised?

A real fine place to start

For months, I told myself I'd start a blog. Not a Xanga blog, where I bore you with the things that pissed me off that day. Nope, something instead to talk about film and how it connects to my life. I'm impressed how other, more successful individuals have pulled off the feat. I've got to start somewhere, though.
My chosen title, "The Inciting Incident", is directly associated with where I am in life. I'm a junior in college, worried about the future, wondering how everything plays out. My life right now is, so to speak, full of "inciting incidents" that will lead me into the second act of my life. That's cheesy, you say. Eat me.
So, another thing about me... I'm an aspiring screenwriter. I'm determined to be isolated with my wife and family some day, working from home, cut off from our insane society. When I reach that point, I'll know my life has been a success. But until then... I wait. I'm stuck in college right now, which is good and bad. I don't have many real-life problems, but I feel stationary. I'm not going anywhere. And I'm just trying to be happy in the meantime. Sometimes I forget that part. I think it's the most important thing.
Few people read this yet, but it's my launching point. Here's to my first true blog. Here's to many readers. Or many posts. Oh, and here's me.

Hello.