Final 13 CSSC Scripts to Compete for Top Screenwriting Prize

bolabillar13Hear yea, Hear yea. Ladies and Gentlemen, we present to you, (and may we remind you) in no particular order of importance whatsoever, of the previously announced Top 50 and further reduced and simmered to the Top 25 Semi-Finalists for 2013, to these… the Top 13 Finalists for the 2013 Canadian Short Screenplay Competition:

 

Bernie and Rebecca John Harris (USA)
Re: Jeffrey Aarles (Canada)
Bigger and Better Liz Ulin (Canada)
Philadelphia Mark Spasaro (Canada)
And the Dead Body Makes Five Audra Wheeler (USA)
Last Ride of The Carver Eric Borden (USA)
Wisdom of the Ancients M. Perlick (USA)
Ice Fishing Anders Mickelson (USA)
Teenage Dance Adam Bentley (Canada)
The Little Death Colette Thomas (Canada)
The Triumphant Death of Frank Bean Catherine R. Hardin (USA)
Birthday for Boris Billy Ray Fong (Canada)
This Modern Man is Beat David J Schroeder (USA)

These 13 lucky finalists will be granted full-accreditation to attend the 2013 Yorkton Film Festival in Saskatchewan, Canada, where they can attend industry panels, screenings and networking events, in addition to attending the Golden Sheaf Awards Gala, where the winner of the 2013 Canadian Short Screenplay will be announced as part of the Television Broadcast awards show May 25th, 2013.

The Yorkton Film Festival runs May 23rd – 26th, 2013 in Yorkton, Saskatchewan. For more festival information, you can visit the home of the Golden Sheafs.

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Top 25 Scripts Announced for 2013

25 twenty fiveAhem. Ladies and Gentlemen, we bring to you on the eve of Good Friday, the even creamier, in no particular order of importance whatsoever (we promise), of the previously announced Top 50 have been whittled down to… the Top 25 Semi-Finalists for 2013:

 

Jack    Kevin Fitzpatrick
Bernie and Rebecca    John Harris
Shiva    Christian Bengtson
Edit Facility    Philip T Brewster
Match Made in Heaven    Dongwon Kang

Re:    Jeffrey Aarles
Whistle in the Woods    Edward Nieh
Half Rest    Caroline Legault-Forest
Bigger and Better    Liz Ulin
Ritual    Bruno Verdoni

Death of a Snowman    Zach Cannon
Philadelphia    Mark Spasaro
And the Dead Body Makes Five    Audra Wheeler
Last Ride of The Carver    Eric Borden
Wisdom of the Ancients    M. Perlick

Ice Fishing    Anders Mickelson
Teenage Dance    Adam Bentley
The Little Death    Colette Thomas
The Triumphant Death of Frank Bean    Catherine R. Hardin
Birthday for Boris    Billy Ray Fong

When Freddy Met Fred Being Freddy    Philip Hay
Aborted Exit Thomas Tan
Extra Baggage E.B. Sam
The Modern Man is Beat    David J Schroeder
CiviliTEA Joey & Amber Kent

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Top 50 scripts announced for 2013

Here, without further adieu, we bring to you the creme de la creme for the 2013 competition year. In no order of importance whatsoever, here are the Top 50 Quarter-Finalists for 2013:

 

Tell-All Companion    Robert McElheron
The Modern Man is Beat    David J Schroeder
Tomorrow and Tomorrow    Nathan Boucher
Interrogator    Pierre Langenegger
Vampire Problems    David Healey
The Renovation    Brian Hugh O’Neill
Adrift    Stuart Creque
Safe    Simeon Courtie
Body Of Knowledge    Philip T Brewster
Disabled Parking    Alon Bar
Jack    Kevin Fitzpatrick
Extra Baggage    E.B. Sam
When Freddy Met Fred Being Freddy    Philip Hay
Buzz Off    Lizbeth Malkmus
Nadia    Kersti Steinwald
Aborted Exit    Thomas Tan
Cagey    J. J. Hillard
In Transit    Edward Nieh
Recovery    Dan Boomgarden
Made for Each Other    Dong Won Kang

Bernie and Rebecca    John Harris
Jack    John Ray Gutierrez
Heroin Garden    Devin Bateson
CiviliTEA    Joey & Amber Kent
Twelve Full Moons    Eric Borden
You’re A Good Guy, Eli    Cornelius Murphy
One Lucky Guy    JoAnn Bertana & Gail Bertana
Will    Serge Kushnier
Greed    Brad Himour
Golden    Kjell Kvanbeck

Mute    Cody Britton
Shiva    Christian Bengtson
Edit Facility    Philip T Brewster
Match Made in Heaven    Dongwon Kang
Re:    Jeffrey Aarles
Snow Globe    Paula V. Muldoon
Whistle in the Woods    Edward Nieh
Half Rest    Caroline Legault-Forest
Bigger and Better    Liz Ulin
Ritual    Bruno Verdoni
Death of a Snowman    Zach Cannon
Philadelphia    Mark Spasaro
And the Dead Body Makes Five    Audra Wheeler
Last Ride of The Carver    Eric Borden
Wisdom of the Ancients    M. Perlick
Ice Fishing    Anders Mickelson
Teenage Dance    Adam Bentley
The Little Death    Colette Thomas
The Triumphant Death of Frank Bean    Catherine R. Hardin
Birthday for Boris    Billy Ray Fong

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#WW CSSC Writer Wednesday | Blog the 33rd: Stretching for Writers

"Are we feeling limber yet?" - not a quote from Roger Corman's Pit and the Pendulum

“Are we feeling limber yet?” – not a quote from Roger Corman’s Pit and the Pendulum

Before I go any further with this post, I would like to acknowledge that my fifth grade history teacher showed the film pictured above – Roger Corman’s Pit and the Pendulum – to our class. I’d like to think it somehow tied in with a unit on the Spanish Inquisition. The guy had been teaching at the school for years and clearly had tenure, so I don’t think he really gave a shit whether or not showing a Corman film to a classroom of fifth graders had any (historical) educational value (Spoiler Alert: It doesn’t).

He had a reputation for being terribly boring (he was) and falling asleep in the back of the computer lab (he did), but in retrospect, I applaud his brazen decision to play the Corman film. Kudos sir.

Anyway, unfortunately, Corman and Edgar Allan Poe don’t really have the slightest to do with this week’s post. I wanted a picture still from a movie of someone getting stretched out on a torture rack, and sure enough, I got sucked into the black hole that is any Google Image search. The point was supposed to be “stretching,” so hold your breath folks, here comes another running analogy.

I hate to always bring back my equating of running and writing, but given that these are the two activities I pursue out of borderline-obsessive habit, it’s only natural for me to do so. However diligent I may be with regard to running (nearly) every day, ever since I stopped running competitively (high school), I’ve been terribly about stretching, before or after a run. In the balmy summer months, that’s less of an issue. But in the brittle winter months, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a little stiff. Usually I’m too tired to think on it for very long, but it takes me about a mile before I’ve adjusted the pace and motion I’m accustomed to.

Writing is not so different with respect to the idea of “stretching.” If you can come home after a long day (and/or evening or night) of work, and jump right into a draft, then hats off to you, you’re a freak… and I sincerely do mean that as a compliment. Most of us need time to decompress, or to amp our minds up, to get free and limber.

Ask any of my close friends, whether they’re writers or not, and they’ll tell you that the term “writer’s block” sets me off on a tirade, foaming at the mouth. There is so such thing as writer’s block. We all get stuck. Any project in any form – short, feature, play, prose, whatever – will present difficulties, whether you’re in the nitty gritty of writing a draft or just in the outlining or note-taking stage. This is inevitable, and again I will reiterate, we all get stuck.

The question is, what do you do when you get stuck? You have plenty of options. Anytime I’ve thrown in the towel, I know I’ve kidded myself by thinking that by reading or watching a film instead, I was somehow being productive. And of course there are worse things you could do when you get stuck (see F. Scott Fitzgerald, etc.). But one of the worst, in my book, is ascribing this moment of being stuck to a larger paralysis of the mind, i.e. writer’s block.

Lately, I’ve made a point of beginning every writing session with a bout of free-writing. I crank up the stereo (lately favoring the new My Bloody Valentine album as my go-to) and let fly the thoughts until I feel the bout leave me completely. It’s a wonderful tool for those stuck moments, you’d be shocked what nuggets you find buried in the troves of stream-of-conscious dribble. Even better, it’s a great way to stretch out the mind before diving into the material at hand.

Extrapolating on the idea of writing exercises, I’ve taken the exercises a step further, applying them to the rewriting of a feature film script. Without going on to much, it’s a work I’m co-writing, and after draft two, we’re at a play where we’re pulling together ideas for the next re-write.

While drafting up notes, I started to outline a few things that would be considered off-page – in other words, elements that are instrumental for the writers to better understand the characters and their motivations, but the sort of details that will probably never make it into the actual script. So far, I’ve written two brief prose pieces for two different characters; short illustrative narratives about their backgrounds.

By doing so, I think I at least helped to better define the world (and its history) in which the characters appear. I’m cheating, I’ll admit, in that we all agreed to sort of step back from the script for the week, which in obeying to the letter of the law, I’d say I have.

Even when you stray away from a writing piece – whether by choice or by feeling cornered in one of those stuck moments – there are ways to re-enter from a new angle. These short narrative pieces came from my free writing, and they add new dimensions to the story I never would have thought about.

To revisit the running metaphor, in training, the analogous scenario could be “tapering” before a race. Before a meet, usually late in a season, a runner cannot afford to be exhausted going into a race. Conversely, a runner certainly cannot afford to stop running altogether either – this would be far more detrimental.

The answer is to taper, or ease off the training a bit, while still continuing to run. I’m not suggesting a perfect analogy, because I don’t think it’s particularly beneficial for any writer to write less. But you can ease off a particular piece without ceasing to write. There are just as many outlets for writing as there are excuses not to write, to be blunt about it.

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#WW CSSC Writer Wednesday | Blog the 32nd: Modern Romance – The Sweet Smell of Psychosis

Modern Romance

Is it the power of love or self-delusion propelling Robert Cole (Albert Brooks)?

“You ever heard of a no-win situation?… You know, Vietnam, this.” – Albert Brooks (Modern Romance, from the opening break-up scene depicted above).

Piggybacking off of last week’s post on Blue Collar, I decided to go with another “How did they ever get this made/They’d never make this today” pick. This past Sunday, I caught a screening of Albert Brooks’ Modern Romance (1981), a delightfully cynical spin on the boilerplate love-conquers-all Hollywood comedy.

With little context provided (or needed), Brooks opens the film cold, leading into a break-up between Hollywood film editor Robert Cole (Brooks) and Fidelity banker Mary Harvard (Kathryn Harold). Cole’s equating of their relationship to the not-so-distant-then Vietnam War is, of course, hilariously overblown. The comparison is completely incongruous and, it would seem, unwarranted. But as Cole’s borderline psychotic behavior unfolds in the self-inflicted fallout – he instigates the break-up – the casual reference to Vietnam hints at a fitting (if still comically over-the-top) analogy: As the atrocities of Vietnam redefined the concept of war for the American public, the insanities in Cole’s admissions of “love” in Modern Romance re-contextualize the idea of courtship for the moviegoers.

Two large contributing factors shape Robert Cole as a character, and both are significant and not at all incidental. First, Cole’s occupation as a film editor. At one point, Mary suggests that Cole has gone through so many blips of Hollywood’s idealized (read: perverted) notions of romantic love, he can’t help but try (and fail) to apply these misguided notions to real life. There’s absolutely something to Mary’s suggestion, but it goes beyond that. Cole is an editor, and by nature, he obsessives over perfection. Whether or not Cole agrees with David, his hack director (played spot-on by James L. Brooks), the two men share a heightened sense for details. Cole doesn’t see the need for tweaking George Kennedy’s footsteps in post-production – the laughably bad space picture has so many apparent issues beyond the minute, fine cuts, what could the difference in footsteps make?

The irony, though, is Cole’s inability to apply this balance of detail v. larger picture to his relationship. He rationalizes every last bit of crazy behavior under the banner of his professed “love” – I use quotation marks, because Brooks depicts this “love” as an outgrowth of Cole’s ego and neuroses.

Which brings me back on track to the second aforementioned factor contributing to the development of Robert Cole: Brooks’ experience drawn from his work on the Taxi Driver set.* Cole quickly reveals himself to be something not so horribly far off from Taxi Driver‘s Travis Bickle. Though far more verbose than Bickle, Cole is no less disturbed in his thought process. His tendency hinges more toward mania, Bickle’s closer to depression.

*Brooks has a relatively small role in Taxi Driver, but has spoken in interviews about hanging around set, soaking up whatever he could from Scorsese and cinematographer Michael Chapman.

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#WW CSSC Writer Wednesday | Blog the 31st: Blue Collar – Anger and Clarity

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A rare moment of unity – albeit one of collective despair – in Paul and Leonard Schrader’s Blue Collar

This past Sunday, I cut into my designated writing time with the very noble cause of venturing out into the melting Brooklyn streets to catch Paul Schrader’s directorial debut, Blue Collar, as part of the current Richard Pryor retrospective at BAM Cinemas.

Getting to see the film at all (it doesn’t seem to be available on Netflix), in an excellent-looking archival 35mm print no less, was an incredible treat. Almost exactly four years ago, I read Patton Oswalt’s appreciation of the film for Ain’t It Cool News, and I’ve been hankering to see it ever since. After having seen Oswalt’s performance in Big Fan, it comes as no real surprise the actor/comedian holds Blue Collar in such high regard*.

As I was watching Blue Collar, I was immediately struck, as I am by the best of Schrader’s work, at the enviable dialogue. Schrader (along with his brother, co-writer Leonard) has such an incredible ear for the variety of working class dialects. Even up against (Paul) Schrader’s more widely-recognized scripts (I’m thinking specifically of Taxi Driver and Raging Bull), Blue Collar seems to me his most focused, his least showy.

There’s an air of anger hanging over the entire production – the visible Detroit smog appears to shrink the frame, closing in on the assembly line workers. Anger sings through, from the opening theme song, Captain Beefheart growling over the sampled factory sounds, guitars and metal plates, smashing together.

I’d hate to point fingers, but I remember a certain recent best picture winner that happens to share a name with a David Cronenberg film (and J.G. Ballard novel of the same name), that had an awkwardly stated thesis that went something like this:

“It’s the sense of touch… Any real city, you walk, you’re bumped, brush past people. In LA, no one touches you…. We’re always behind metal and glass. Think we miss that touch so much, we crash into each other just to feel something.”

Now, I’ve promised myself numerous times I wouldn’t waste time (and my blood pressure) going off on the film to which the above quote belongs (it’s Crash, if you haven’t figured that one out yet). But, in retrospect, more than the preachy, cloying script or the film’s terribly… hm, let’s say… over-simplified ideas on race relations, what bothers me most about Crash is that it’s all polite outrage and zero anger.

Blue Collar is anything but polite. The film starts out ugly and ends up a whole lot uglier. The angry energy is infectious, starting at the script level and exploding onto the screen, much thanks to a knockout performance from Richard Pryor.

Though the soundtrack largely favors the blues, I’ve been thinking of the film’s rhythms in terms of jazz. This probably has less to do with the film and more to do with the fact I can’t stop playing the Miles Davis Live in Europe 1969 set. Try and stick with me though, because I think it’s relevant.

By the end of 1968, moving into 1969, Davis and his Second Quintet (and the “Lost Quintet” featured on the 1969 set) were exploring new musical territory, experimenting with free jazz. My knowledge of jazz – despite a college internship with JazzTimes – is, unfortunately, limited. However I know what I like, and I believe my enjoyment for free jazz is not unlike my tolerance for noise rock. I can appreciate the free jazz or the noise only based on what comes before and after these stretches – the richness comes from the juxtaposition.

That’s what I see as the greatest success of the rhythms of Blue Collar – the quieter stretches are devastating in juxtaposition to the louder, angrier whole. Pyror’s performance is bottled lightening, but the actor’s finest moment comes in a lull.

After an orgiastic night of partying, Pyror, Harvey Keitel and Yaphet Kotto’s characters sit back in the aftershock of their excesses. Pyror covers his face, groaning in the cocaine come down as reaches a defining moment of clarity:

Sometimes I get so depressed. I start thinking about the shit I promised Carolyn and shit I ain’t never going to be able to do. And I know, a man is supposed to take care of his family… I never was good with money, man. I just fuckin’… always broke man. I just can’t fuckin’ get the knack of that shit. God knows I try to be…

Taken at face value, the prose isn’t nearly as grand as Travis Bickle’s “I am God’s lonely man” or Jake LaMotta’s recycling of On The Waterfront or his opening, rhyming monologue (“Give me a stage, where this bull here can rage”). It’s simpler, more honest and completely despairing. Pryor nails the read, a mix of self-realization and self-loathing.

His quiet is chilling, and more so than the explosive ending, it’s the bit that’s sticking with me.

*I can only assume Big Fan writer/director Robert D. Siegel has similar feelings for Blue Collar.

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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Crowd-Funded Passover Prophet Film Premieres At Atlanta Fest

Art Hindle stars as the pious and chummy, Elijah

Art Hindle stars as the pious and chummy, Elijah

The Canadian Short Screenplay Competition winner, ELIJAH THE PROPHET, to premiere at the Atlanta Jewish Film Festival.

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

TORONTO, ON – The Atlanta Jewish Film Festival recently announced their screening line-up, including the Worldwide premiere of Producer David Cormican’s and Director James Cooper’s KickStarter financed short film, ‘Elijah the Prophet‘.

The film, penned by brothers Zachary and Jesse Herrmann of Brooklyn, New York, beat out over 500 other Worldwide entries to take the grand prize for the 2010/11 Canadian Short Screenplay Competition, and was financed by over 130 backers using the crowd-funding platform, Kickstarter.

Elijah the Prophet’ tells the comedic tale of Elijah, pious, chummy and increasingly inebriated, who after gracing one too many Passover seders with his good-humored antics, gets in trouble with the law.

“The script uses the Jewish tradition of Passover to tell a story of lost innocence and the harsh realities of growing up. It does so with a hilarious, irreverent twist that gives it universal appeal,” says Producer David Cormican. “It’s the moment when every kid realizes Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy or even the Easter Bunny aren’t real. That’s what drew me to this story”.

The cast includes Gemini nominee Art Hindle (The Brood, Invasion of the Body Snatchers) in the title role as Elijah the Prophet. Melanie Nicholls-King (Rookie Blue, The Wire) and two-time Emmy Award nominee Tonya Lee Williams (Young & The Restless, Poor Boy’s Game, She’s The Mayor) play Officer Murphy and Cst. Jackie, respectively. Gemini nominated funny man, Carlos Diaz (Rent-a-Goalie, Cra$h & Burn), lends his comedic chops to the short film playing Brian Levy, while longtime industry veteran Howard Jerome plays patriarch David Goldberg.
Behind the lens, crew included Genie and Gemini nominee, Director of Photography Alwyn Kumst (Degrassi: The Next Generation, LA Complex), and Andrew Raiher (The Oranges, Rescue Dawn) as Composer.

“You really couldn’t ask for a more appropriate showcase for the film”, says Director James Cooper. “Jewish communities have really embraced the film and its tongue-in-cheek nature. We couldn’t be happier.”

Elijah the Prophet premieres Sunday February 17th, 2013 at 11:40am and screens again, Wednesday February 20th, 2013 at 2:45pm as part of the Twenty Two day Atlanta Jewish Film Festival, the second largest Jewish film festival in North America.

For more information on Elijah the Prophet, visit

http://www.IBelieveInElijah.com

For more information on the Atlanta Jewish Film Festival, visit

http://www.ajff.org

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About The Canadian Short Screenplay Competition (CSSC)

The Canadian Short Screenplay Competition, administered by Year of the Skunk Productions, and established in 2008, is the premiere script contest for short film screenplays. CSSC is the single-most competitive, prestigious, short screenplay festival in Canada, winner of the 2010 Canadian Weblog Award for Literature and Writing, a champion for screenwriters everywhere and a launching pad for writers’ professional careers.

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#WW CSSC Writer Wednesday | Blog the 30th: Fun and Games

"Coming up with bogus loglines is the least dangerous game of all."

“Coming up with bogus loglines is the least dangerous game of all.”

Let’s have some fun.

One of my favorite classes in college was my first semester freshman year Intro to Poetry workshop. Lucky duck that I was*, I had placed out of the heinous English 101 requirement, and therefore, was free to take en elective instead.

My time in that class (and outside, reading and writing) has definitely aided me in screenwriting. Shaping the action of a screenplay or an exchange of dialogue is not unlike crafting a stanza, watching the interaction from line to line, transition to transition. Just as the cinematographers can learn a great deal from the painter, the screenwriter can learn from the poet.

Some of the best lessons I took from that poetry class weren’t even contained within the poems, or for that matter, the writing of my poems. Our teacher had us do a lot of free writing exercises. My favorite prompts were the guided writing exercises.

For example, a starting phrase: “Black cherry.” Each writer had to begin his or her poem with the prompted phrase. There was a time limit (five or ten minutes maybe?), and then time to share. It’s the sort of game (or exercise, if you prefer) I wish I did more often in relation to my screenwriting. Ideas don’t materialize out of nothing. Our best stories and plots, at least in theory, emanate from desires, concerns, preoccupations, obsessions, dreams, etc. Sometimes all you need is the entry point, which is exactly the sort of opening you hope to gain from juggling around your free-written ideas.

 

*I owe this “luck” entirely to my high school English curriculum and its wonderful teachers, who tore me down and built me up to be the writer I am today. No joke, I took my English composition education for granted until I went away to college and saw how privileged I had been.

On an especially torturous round-trip on the subway, my brother taught me a game. And it’s a great one. Come up with a screenplay title, and then, let your collaborator work backwards and come out with the (extended) logline.

Once Around the Block

Up, Down or Weird?

Chrysanthemum Rex

Groping for Grayson

The Man from Sicklerville

Yes, some of these titles are awful and the movies we dreamed up were even worse. I refuse to give you any of the loglines, because let’s be honest, it’s much more interesting to imagine your own. We played the game for a while (there were quite a few delays going downtown), but at least one or two of the ideas we joked about could be further developed, if not into full blown features, then certainly into short film scripts.

I had someone ask me recently what I thought was my greatest strength as a writer – dialogue? Action? Scene description? Since that conversation, I’ve had more than plenty of time to come up with a well-reasoned answer… and, well, I still don’t have one. I do, however, know which part of the writing process gives me the most joy.

It’s the brainstorming, the kicking around of ideas until, there’s a shred. Then the shred becomes a character, or an inciting incident and, after months or years of work, the whole thing snowballs into the larger story. And to be honest, I’m not sure how much actual enjoyment I have by the time the “final” product sits on my desktop.**

The hashing-out process (we can agree “spit-balling” is sort of gross sounding) is the fun and games, and I’ve found the inverse to be true as well.

** Stray observation – when I wrote the word “desktop,” I definitely intended the word as a reference to saving the digital script file to my computer. Now that I go back over the word, I realize that when I do print out a script – especially a feature-length – the sense of accomplishment is far greater than when I simply export a .pdf file from Final Draft or Celtx. Obviously, that’s a lot of paper, so I try not to make a point of printing out a 95 – 120 page script to often.

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#WW CSSC Writer Wednesday | Blog the 29th: On “Deserving” Subjects

Something about Screech

Josh “Skreech” Sandoval, a wasteland unto himself and the subject of 2011′s documentary, Dragonslayer

Try as I might to move on from the topic, I keep using this space to come back to the idea of the sympathetic protagonist. This week is no exception.

One of the most useful pieces of writing advice I ever received was actually offered with respect to photography. My college photojournalism teacher reminded us that, no matter what the scenario, the photojournalist had a moral obligation to allow people (their subjects) to retain their dignity. To disregard this “moral obligation” would be one of the greatest failings imaginable for a writer.

Obviously the stakes are considerably higher when your “characters” are real people, as in journalism or documentary. I’ve thought a lot on this recently, and I think that’s why I end up disproportionately outraged and disgusted by the worst offerings of reality-TV, as opposed to whatever the equally awful scripted-TV equivalent would be.

Here Comes Honey Boo Boo (I confess, I’ve only seen snippets), or something of that nature, wouldn’t bother me nearly as much if it were just another lowest-common-denominator pleasing sitcom. Bresson* never re-used his non-actors (or “models” as he termed them) – he reasoned after they had gone in front of the camera once, any future appearance would designate them actors. So, the argument could certainly be made that reality-TV stars are, in fact, actors. I’ll stop myself before I get into some seriously self-righteous territory about the loss of innocence. Even as the lines blur between what is “unscripted” versus “scripted,” there’s something extra reprehensible to me about the mistreatment of the “characters” in the latter.

I felt the above dashes were necessary to chop-up an unfortunately placed segue into Dragonslayer, a documentary film I still haven’t completely made up my mind on but certainly do not find morally bankrupt in any sense. Quite the opposite actually, as director Tristan Patterson is nothing if not gracious to his subject, skateboarder Josh “Skreech” Sandoval. I wouldn’t go as far as to call Dragonslayer a sympathetic portrait of Sandoval – a burned out prodigy, who spends his days partying and skating (but more often, partying) rather than caring for his newborn son.**

Slant Magazine‘s Nick Schager – a critic whose writing and opinions I hold in the highest regard – opened his review of Dragonslayer with the damning rhetorical, “Is Josh “Skreech” Sandoval the least deserving documentary subject ever?” Now, I don’t particularly agree with the hyperbolic opening, or Schager’s overall assessment of the film even. In fact, it’s not so much the question Schager asks that caught my attention, as it wasas the idea behind whether or not a subject is “deserving” of a documentary, or in the larger sense, a film of any sort.

I’ve twisted Schager’s initial question, since I’m sure the “deserving” part hinges on the “documentary” part. While watching Dragonslayer, I wondered whether I would have felt any differently if the film had been fictional, or at least partially fictionalized. Some of the skater characters brought me back to Matthew Porterfield’s Putty Hill, an ostensibly fictional/narrative film shot with non-professional actors in a style hemmed closely to a documentary. Porterfield even goes as far as to play the part of (off screen) interviewer, prompting his characters with questions.

Both films immerse themselves in their respective tight-knit communities, though each filmmaker takes a very different structural approach. The thought never occurred to me, while watching Putty Hill, whether or not these characters “deserved” to be subjects of the film in which they appeared. That’s not a backhanded knock on Schager, it’s an honest admission. Whether or not a character deserves to have his or her own film is a line of questioning that should be applied at the earliest stages of developing a script (or any piece of writing for that matter).

Putty Hill revolves around the characters connected to a deceased young man who died of a drug overdose. He’s already dead when the film begins – Putty Hill, therefore, is not about the deceased but about the community assembled around the funeral and how the death affects them. This particular deceased character may not have “deserved” his or her own film. Those around him certainly do, and so rather than focusing on a story of another trouble addict wasting away, Porterfield hyper-focuses Putty Hill on a place and the people who inhabit this place – those who left, those who yearn to leave and those who, by choice or by resignation, will always remain.

*I’m going to hazard to say that I am the first (and god-willing, the last) writer to evoke the name of Robert Bresson in the same paragraph mentioning Here Comes Honey Boo Boo. If there’s such a thing as Blogger Heaven, surely I will not be permitted so much as a glimpse of its pearly gates.

**Sandoval does, on several documented occasions, take his son, Sid, out on day trips. The affection is genuine. And by the end of the film, Sandoval appears to be more of a presence in Sid’s life. However, the overall picture is not of a father stepping up to the occasion, so to speak.

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#WW CSSC Writer Wednesday | Blog the 28th: Be Human, Be Merciless

In  The Color Wheel, when the shared self-absortion of two characters becomes (nearly) incestuous

With foolish prejudice (and no HBO subscription), I had avoided Lena Dunham’s Girls for too long.

I wrongfully assumed the series would be irksome, all the more so given my Brooklyn residence. This sort of Brooklyn-based geographical self-inflation mixed in with self-loathing (I’m guilty as anyone), it turns out, is actually a prevalent undercurrent to Girls; it’s one of the many reasons I instantly connected to the show, once I finally give in and binged on the entire first season.

I am very clearly the show’s demographic, and a not-so-distant neighbor to many of the show’s real-life iterations. These types sometimes get lumped in under the umbrella term “hipster,” but Girls locks into a very specific, Brooklyn cast of characters. I’ve heard the argument that despite the show’s obvious New York location, Girls lacks a true New Yorkness – essentially, the show could take place anywhere. It’s not an argument I buy into, though, given that anytime I venture out in the city, I find myself subjected myself to the Girls set.

Dunham’s wit and insight is razor sharp, not to mention her eye for simple, pleasing compositions and spot-on casting. Her real triumph, though, is her close attention (and contortion) of language. Her character Hannah Horvoth jokes about being “the voice of [her] generation” or, at least, “a voice of a generation.” However the joke may have been intended, Dunham does have legitimate claim to this “voice,” limited though it may be in its focus on struggling, urban-dwelling twentysomethings.

In her characterizations, Dunham is equally human and merciless in her depiction of the post-millennial graduating masses, who move from job to job, lover to lover, always looking for something. Though not as abrasive as The Comedy or as probing as Sophia Takal’s Green, Girls comes down hard on its subjects.

Dunham’s perception of her own generation (and mine) is incredible, given she doesn’t have the benefit of hindsight. Her gut reaction is to be, any critical writer should, both human and merciless to her characters.

The Color Wheel – the sophomore effort of writer/director/actor Alex Ross Perry and co-writer/co-star Carlen Altman – goes even further into the abyss of its characters’ faults. The co-writers star as brother and sister, respectively, and though the casting decision may very well have been pragmatic in terms of budgetary concerns, it lends a note of credibility.

Not unlike The Comedy, Girls and GreenThe Color Wheel manages a competing pull-and-tag between compassion and disgust for its characters. These works all deal in the suffocating nature of a closed off urban existence.*

What all this amounts to, I’m not quite sure. As an urban-dweller living a somewhat admittedly closed off existence, these are ideas I’ve mused with and written about. It’s no easy task to look inward at how you are currently living your life, and strip it apart, bit by bit, rewarding though it may be if done with critical insight.**

 

*In Green, Takal transfers the suffocation of the cityscape to the country, so to speak (somewhere in Appalachia, I believe). It’s more about the mindset than the location, and it’s no coincidence that Takal opens the film in a stuffy New York party. ]

**I have no idea what sort of lives these filmmakers/actors are leading, but I imagine that either they have experienced these modern urban-anxieties, or know people close to them who have.

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