The Blunt Diaries – UPDATE
I’ve been aggregating all these stressful factors that have kept me from eating, sleeping and other such basic human necessities that I’m depriving my body of for the last two weeks, and in doing so I’ve realized that if I were able to scratch the industry’s surface, I would probably wither away to bare skin and bones, a la Marc Anthony.
A newly distorted perspective leads me to question the ultimate desire I have nestled for so many years. Am I really cut out for this line of work?
I’ve been cutting away and assembling a rough cut of the film, but why do I always feel there’s room for more? I feel accomplished, but empty. That void that fills itself with an unfulfilling concoction of insecurities, plagues me.
I’ve learned a great deal working on this particular project. I’ve learned people fly off the handle and are very temperamental. I also learned that sometimes you have to grab the bull by the horns and tackle issues head on, shoot the shit, and dismiss any qualms in regards to offending people’s sensitivities.
I hope people take this film on its own merit and not a re-make. I structured the story in a way that it pays homage to ‘The Breakfast Club’, paying tribute to the well written rom coms of the 80’s. John Hughes is an underrated filmmaker, and I know I’m not at a level in my career where I should be paying homage to anyone, at least not without establishing my own style, but I’m in a place in my life where I feel that this story is not only relevant, but an appropriate vehicle to express my views on subcultures and sociological outlooks.
I’m in the midst of an uneasy generational shift. The old lions of yesteryear give way to a new batch of filmmakers, ushering in the advantageous digital film era, as the film veterans recede into the distance. I am left in the middle, in a tussle with the rest.
“A spider conducts operations that resemble those of a weaver, and a bee puts to shame many an architect in the construction of her cells. But what distinguishes the worst architect from the best of bees is this, that the architect raises his structure in imagination before he erects it in reality.” – Karl Marx
