Solomon made a better short about the desolation and void of american geographies - even the most ‘civilized’ ones, even the digital ones - 14 years ago than 99% of the dead-of-lockdown, actual-isolation inspired shorts we had to endure from virtually every living canonical american filmmaker last year
broke: getting my mom a pair of ugly ass shoes so when she croaks she’ll look beautiful for jesus
woke: getting her a little black dress and some lingerie so she looks hot asf for jesus
bespoke: flying my dying mother to beverly hills for full bimbofication; 6 inch pumps, bleach blonde, botox, lip/cheek filler, Big Ang size implants that’ll prevent the casket from being able to properly close, etc. so she can make jesus do the horny cartoon wolf thing where he whistles and his eyes pop out in the throes of overwhelming sinful desire
been thinking a lot about what it means to be a good filmmaker. a powerful one, an important one. course’ anybody wanting to be one thinks about that plenty. but the last day especially, even more especially in seattle, it’s been impossible not to.
Lynn was a great filmmaker. and she was a great filmmaker because film was not to her about the set, or the edit, or whatever the film as object is. she was not of the school…