Live in Concert
The other day at work, I witnessed three boys (all about 12 years old) humping a poster for STAR WARS EPISODE 3: REVENGE OF THE SITH. I wish I was making this up.
I thought of my very first idea for a movie. Not a whole story, just a general idea about a character I thought of. I was inspired by a popcorn bag. I should probably write it down on my notebook before I forget it. Damn short-term memory. Why was I cursed with it? Wait, what was I talking about?
I got a new teacher for both of my classes. The previous one has been gone due to "medical issues" so another one will be taking over for the remainder of the semester (four weeks). He seems really cool and knowledgeable, and he has similar taste in movies as me. He kept mentioning Aranofsky and Wong Karwai. For the first session, he talked about ratings and violence in movies. He showed clips from THE WILD BUNCH, A CLOCKWORK ORANGE, and RAGING BULL. He also wanted to show some from EVIL DEAD 2, PULP FICTION, and SAVING PRIVATE RYAN, but we were short on time. The main feature of the night was NATURAL BORN KILLERS. I didn't particularly care for it.