Kyle Watson8 said:Hahaha, I must say, I’ve truly missed seeing your posts pop up in my feed. It felt like a bit of a void was left without them.
No, first it just makes me absolutely livid, and then I start thinking... God's probably off on some "business trip" somewhere, and honestly, I can't even blame Him. 😁
It seems to be a recurring pattern that artists struggle to direct their emotional energy toward those in their immediate orbit; it’s far easier for them to project all that raw intensity toward some vague, nebulous concept. In that sense, you can't really blame Sellers for being the way he was. If he hadn't possessed that specific, difficult temperament, we never would have seen a film chronicling the life and death of Peter Sellers, because he wouldn't have been famous enough to warrant such an exploration—and frankly, this entire discussion wouldn't even exist.
Yes, hmmmmm. This might sound a bit heavy-handed, but if you ask me, those aren't true artists. Anyone who has actually attempted to create something understands exactly where genuine inspiration originates. It stems from a deep sense of consciousness and a profound empathy for the world around you. I have this nagging feeling that when someone creates work without having fully realized that part of themselves, what they produce comes from some sort of hollow, artificial center.
When it comes to Sellers's transgressions, I find myself willing to forgive just about anything in a person—truly, my patience is vast. However, once I see someone behaving like absolute trash toward their own children, all bets are off. At that point, there is simply no coming back from it. 😠
Frankly, I find watching films centered around absolute scoundrels to be far more compelling. There’s an inherent honesty to them—after all, most people are jerks at some point, if not to everyone, but certainly to at least one person in their lives. When a screenwriter dares to lean into truly villainous characters, we get a much more authentic reinterpretation of the human condition. It results in a significantly more engaging cinematic experience and, in my estimation, a much more original piece of storytelling overall.
I wouldn't say that's the case for me. Honestly, I’m a bit of a mess myself—I don't exactly walk around seeking out deep, meaningful conversations—but there is something about repentance. To me, that sense of atonement is often the most cherished and authentic moment in all of art. 😳
Suppose someone decided to produce a biopic about Tori Amos—specifically focusing on how she clawed her way out of absolute destitution and obscurity by leveraging nothing but raw talent and pure kindness. Honestly? It would be a dreadfully dull little production that wouldn't even make a dent in the cultural zeitgeist. Why? Because it fails to satisfy our innate voyeuristic urges. To truly feed the voyeur living inside all of us, you have to reveal something scandalous, something hidden, something we haven't already dissected. If you actually wanted to make something gripping, you’d take a much darker route. You’d craft a film about Tori Amos where she weaponizes the trauma of her near-assault to catapult herself onto the global superstar stage, perhaps drawing her lyrical inspiration from the trail of broken hearts she leaves in the wake of those men she’s crushed along the way. Now *that* would be a movie worth watching.
Oof, you’re hitting right where it hurts—straight for the heart of the matter. 😉 😁 Hmph. Look, I listen to an immense variety of music, and it makes me acutely aware of the different spheres of sound—and, more importantly, how many of you people out there simply aren't auditory types. 😁 unfortunately you aren't 😉)). Now, Tori Amos obviously isn't Mother Teresa, but if I were in your shoes, I wouldn't be so flippant about trying to dismantle the mystery 😁. What one can actually learn from listening to Tori Amos is that the film is, quite frankly, utterly useless in so many respects. To attempt to craft a movie based on the vision you described is nothing more than a pedestrian, almost profane way of looking at something that is as vast and wondrous as space itself 😳. Not that it isn't an engaging topic, mind you, you know 😂
well, you're only human...
😁
Kyle Watson8 said:Hahaha, I must say, I’ve truly missed seeing your posts pop up in my feed. It felt like a bit of a void was left without them.
No, first it just makes me absolutely livid, and then I start thinking... God's probably off on some "business trip" somewhere, and honestly, I can't even blame Him. 😁
It seems to be a recurring pattern that artists struggle to direct their emotional energy toward those in their immediate orbit; it’s far easier for them to project all that raw intensity toward some vague, nebulous concept. In that sense, you can't really blame Sellers for being the way he was. If he hadn't possessed that specific, difficult temperament, we never would have seen a film chronicling the life and death of Peter Sellers, because he wouldn't have been famous enough to warrant such an exploration—and frankly, this entire discussion wouldn't even exist.
Yes, hmmmmm. This might sound a bit heavy-handed, but if you ask me, those aren't true artists. Anyone who has actually attempted to create something understands exactly where genuine inspiration originates. It stems from a deep sense of consciousness and a profound empathy for the world around you. I have this nagging feeling that when someone creates work without having fully realized that part of themselves, what they produce comes from some sort of hollow, artificial center.
When it comes to Sellers's transgressions, I find myself willing to forgive just about anything in a person—truly, my patience is vast. However, once I see someone behaving like absolute trash toward their own children, all bets are off. At that point, there is simply no coming back from it. 😠
Frankly, I find watching films centered around absolute scoundrels to be far more compelling. There’s an inherent honesty to them—after all, most people are jerks at some point, if not to everyone, but certainly to at least one person in their lives. When a screenwriter dares to lean into truly villainous characters, we get a much more authentic reinterpretation of the human condition. It results in a significantly more engaging cinematic experience and, in my estimation, a much more original piece of storytelling overall.
I wouldn't say that's the case for me. Honestly, I’m a bit of a mess myself—I don't exactly walk around seeking out deep, meaningful conversations—but there is something about repentance. To me, that sense of atonement is often the most cherished and authentic moment in all of art. 😳
Suppose someone decided to produce a biopic about Tori Amos—specifically focusing on how she clawed her way out of absolute destitution and obscurity by leveraging nothing but raw talent and pure kindness. Honestly? It would be a dreadfully dull little production that wouldn't even make a dent in the cultural zeitgeist. Why? Because it fails to satisfy our innate voyeuristic urges. To truly feed the voyeur living inside all of us, you have to reveal something scandalous, something hidden, something we haven't already dissected. If you actually wanted to make something gripping, you’d take a much darker route. You’d craft a film about Tori Amos where she weaponizes the trauma of her near-assault to catapult herself onto the global superstar stage, perhaps drawing her lyrical inspiration from the trail of broken hearts she leaves in the wake of those men she’s crushed along the way. Now *that* would be a movie worth watching.
Oof, you’re hitting right where it hurts—straight for the heart of the matter. 😉 😁 Hmph. Look, I listen to an immense variety of music, and it makes me acutely aware of the different spheres of sound—and, more importantly, how many of you people out there simply aren't auditory types. 😁 unfortunately you aren't 😉)). Now, Tori Amos obviously isn't Mother Teresa, but if I were in your shoes, I wouldn't be so flippant about trying to dismantle the mystery 😁. What one can actually learn from listening to Tori Amos is that the film is, quite frankly, utterly useless in so many respects. To attempt to craft a movie based on the vision you described is nothing more than a pedestrian, almost profane way of looking at something that is as vast and wondrous as space itself 😳. Not that it isn't an engaging topic, mind you, you know 😂
But if that were the case, wouldn't creating stuff be the easiest process in the world? Instead of being one of the hardest. 😢
Kyle Watson8 said:Hahaha, I must say, I’ve truly missed seeing your posts pop up in my feed. It felt like a bit of a void was left without them.
No, first it just makes me absolutely livid, and then I start thinking... God's probably off on some "business trip" somewhere, and honestly, I can't even blame Him. 😁
It seems to be a recurring pattern that artists struggle to direct their emotional energy toward those in their immediate orbit; it’s far easier for them to project all that raw intensity toward some vague, nebulous concept. In that sense, you can't really blame Sellers for being the way he was. If he hadn't possessed that specific, difficult temperament, we never would have seen a film chronicling the life and death of Peter Sellers, because he wouldn't have been famous enough to warrant such an exploration—and frankly, this entire discussion wouldn't even exist.
Yes, hmmmmm. This might sound a bit heavy-handed, but if you ask me, those aren't true artists. Anyone who has actually attempted to create something understands exactly where genuine inspiration originates. It stems from a deep sense of consciousness and a profound empathy for the world around you. I have this nagging feeling that when someone creates work without having fully realized that part of themselves, what they produce comes from some sort of hollow, artificial center.
When it comes to Sellers's transgressions, I find myself willing to forgive just about anything in a person—truly, my patience is vast. However, once I see someone behaving like absolute trash toward their own children, all bets are off. At that point, there is simply no coming back from it. 😠
Frankly, I find watching films centered around absolute scoundrels to be far more compelling. There’s an inherent honesty to them—after all, most people are jerks at some point, if not to everyone, but certainly to at least one person in their lives. When a screenwriter dares to lean into truly villainous characters, we get a much more authentic reinterpretation of the human condition. It results in a significantly more engaging cinematic experience and, in my estimation, a much more original piece of storytelling overall.
I wouldn't say that's the case for me. Honestly, I’m a bit of a mess myself—I don't exactly walk around seeking out deep, meaningful conversations—but there is something about repentance. To me, that sense of atonement is often the most cherished and authentic moment in all of art. 😳
Suppose someone decided to produce a biopic about Tori Amos—specifically focusing on how she clawed her way out of absolute destitution and obscurity by leveraging nothing but raw talent and pure kindness. Honestly? It would be a dreadfully dull little production that wouldn't even make a dent in the cultural zeitgeist. Why? Because it fails to satisfy our innate voyeuristic urges. To truly feed the voyeur living inside all of us, you have to reveal something scandalous, something hidden, something we haven't already dissected. If you actually wanted to make something gripping, you’d take a much darker route. You’d craft a film about Tori Amos where she weaponizes the trauma of her near-assault to catapult herself onto the global superstar stage, perhaps drawing her lyrical inspiration from the trail of broken hearts she leaves in the wake of those men she’s crushed along the way. Now *that* would be a movie worth watching.
Oof, you’re hitting right where it hurts—straight for the heart of the matter. 😉 😁 Hmph. Look, I listen to an immense variety of music, and it makes me acutely aware of the different spheres of sound—and, more importantly, how many of you people out there simply aren't auditory types. 😁 unfortunately you aren't 😉)). Now, Tori Amos obviously isn't Mother Teresa, but if I were in your shoes, I wouldn't be so flippant about trying to dismantle the mystery 😁. What one can actually learn from listening to Tori Amos is that the film is, quite frankly, utterly useless in so many respects. To attempt to craft a movie based on the vision you described is nothing more than a pedestrian, almost profane way of looking at something that is as vast and wondrous as space itself 😳. Not that it isn't an engaging topic, mind you, you know 😂
I get you, but I think maybe you're overthinking it here. If you mean that whole thing with him running over the toy cars? Honestly, it wasn't even that bad compared to the spankings he definitely would have taken—which was pretty much the only way people raised kids back then. You could almost go as far as to say Sellers started a revolution in parenting. 😁
Besides, I don't know how much of the movie you saw, but later on, his relationship with his kids doesn't seem quite that bad. In that scene where the kids are comforting him because Kubrick drove him to a breakdown, you see they have this weird dynamic: the kids are acting like the parents to the parent instead of the other way around. Wow, such a Spielbergian thought... 😍
And that stays pretty consistent with the character shown throughout the rest of the film.
Kyle Watson8 said:Hahaha, I must say, I’ve truly missed seeing your posts pop up in my feed. It felt like a bit of a void was left without them.
No, first it just makes me absolutely livid, and then I start thinking... God's probably off on some "business trip" somewhere, and honestly, I can't even blame Him. 😁
It seems to be a recurring pattern that artists struggle to direct their emotional energy toward those in their immediate orbit; it’s far easier for them to project all that raw intensity toward some vague, nebulous concept. In that sense, you can't really blame Sellers for being the way he was. If he hadn't possessed that specific, difficult temperament, we never would have seen a film chronicling the life and death of Peter Sellers, because he wouldn't have been famous enough to warrant such an exploration—and frankly, this entire discussion wouldn't even exist.
Yes, hmmmmm. This might sound a bit heavy-handed, but if you ask me, those aren't true artists. Anyone who has actually attempted to create something understands exactly where genuine inspiration originates. It stems from a deep sense of consciousness and a profound empathy for the world around you. I have this nagging feeling that when someone creates work without having fully realized that part of themselves, what they produce comes from some sort of hollow, artificial center.
When it comes to Sellers's transgressions, I find myself willing to forgive just about anything in a person—truly, my patience is vast. However, once I see someone behaving like absolute trash toward their own children, all bets are off. At that point, there is simply no coming back from it. 😠
Frankly, I find watching films centered around absolute scoundrels to be far more compelling. There’s an inherent honesty to them—after all, most people are jerks at some point, if not to everyone, but certainly to at least one person in their lives. When a screenwriter dares to lean into truly villainous characters, we get a much more authentic reinterpretation of the human condition. It results in a significantly more engaging cinematic experience and, in my estimation, a much more original piece of storytelling overall.
I wouldn't say that's the case for me. Honestly, I’m a bit of a mess myself—I don't exactly walk around seeking out deep, meaningful conversations—but there is something about repentance. To me, that sense of atonement is often the most cherished and authentic moment in all of art. 😳
Suppose someone decided to produce a biopic about Tori Amos—specifically focusing on how she clawed her way out of absolute destitution and obscurity by leveraging nothing but raw talent and pure kindness. Honestly? It would be a dreadfully dull little production that wouldn't even make a dent in the cultural zeitgeist. Why? Because it fails to satisfy our innate voyeuristic urges. To truly feed the voyeur living inside all of us, you have to reveal something scandalous, something hidden, something we haven't already dissected. If you actually wanted to make something gripping, you’d take a much darker route. You’d craft a film about Tori Amos where she weaponizes the trauma of her near-assault to catapult herself onto the global superstar stage, perhaps drawing her lyrical inspiration from the trail of broken hearts she leaves in the wake of those men she’s crushed along the way. Now *that* would be a movie worth watching.
Oof, you’re hitting right where it hurts—straight for the heart of the matter. 😉 😁 Hmph. Look, I listen to an immense variety of music, and it makes me acutely aware of the different spheres of sound—and, more importantly, how many of you people out there simply aren't auditory types. 😁 unfortunately you aren't 😉)). Now, Tori Amos obviously isn't Mother Teresa, but if I were in your shoes, I wouldn't be so flippant about trying to dismantle the mystery 😁. What one can actually learn from listening to Tori Amos is that the film is, quite frankly, utterly useless in so many respects. To attempt to craft a movie based on the vision you described is nothing more than a pedestrian, almost profane way of looking at something that is as vast and wondrous as space itself 😳. Not that it isn't an engaging topic, mind you, you know 😂
Boring... that's just character study taken to a certain level. I mean, has anyone ever truly repented without it being driven by some kind of fear? So, yeah, fear kicks repentance's ass.🙂 Every year, the backup battery is a constant worry... (does that even make sense? 😕 🤣 )
Kyle Watson8 said:Hahaha, I must say, I’ve truly missed seeing your posts pop up in my feed. It felt like a bit of a void was left without them.
No, first it just makes me absolutely livid, and then I start thinking... God's probably off on some "business trip" somewhere, and honestly, I can't even blame Him. 😁
It seems to be a recurring pattern that artists struggle to direct their emotional energy toward those in their immediate orbit; it’s far easier for them to project all that raw intensity toward some vague, nebulous concept. In that sense, you can't really blame Sellers for being the way he was. If he hadn't possessed that specific, difficult temperament, we never would have seen a film chronicling the life and death of Peter Sellers, because he wouldn't have been famous enough to warrant such an exploration—and frankly, this entire discussion wouldn't even exist.
Yes, hmmmmm. This might sound a bit heavy-handed, but if you ask me, those aren't true artists. Anyone who has actually attempted to create something understands exactly where genuine inspiration originates. It stems from a deep sense of consciousness and a profound empathy for the world around you. I have this nagging feeling that when someone creates work without having fully realized that part of themselves, what they produce comes from some sort of hollow, artificial center.
When it comes to Sellers's transgressions, I find myself willing to forgive just about anything in a person—truly, my patience is vast. However, once I see someone behaving like absolute trash toward their own children, all bets are off. At that point, there is simply no coming back from it. 😠
Frankly, I find watching films centered around absolute scoundrels to be far more compelling. There’s an inherent honesty to them—after all, most people are jerks at some point, if not to everyone, but certainly to at least one person in their lives. When a screenwriter dares to lean into truly villainous characters, we get a much more authentic reinterpretation of the human condition. It results in a significantly more engaging cinematic experience and, in my estimation, a much more original piece of storytelling overall.
I wouldn't say that's the case for me. Honestly, I’m a bit of a mess myself—I don't exactly walk around seeking out deep, meaningful conversations—but there is something about repentance. To me, that sense of atonement is often the most cherished and authentic moment in all of art. 😳
Suppose someone decided to produce a biopic about Tori Amos—specifically focusing on how she clawed her way out of absolute destitution and obscurity by leveraging nothing but raw talent and pure kindness. Honestly? It would be a dreadfully dull little production that wouldn't even make a dent in the cultural zeitgeist. Why? Because it fails to satisfy our innate voyeuristic urges. To truly feed the voyeur living inside all of us, you have to reveal something scandalous, something hidden, something we haven't already dissected. If you actually wanted to make something gripping, you’d take a much darker route. You’d craft a film about Tori Amos where she weaponizes the trauma of her near-assault to catapult herself onto the global superstar stage, perhaps drawing her lyrical inspiration from the trail of broken hearts she leaves in the wake of those men she’s crushed along the way. Now *that* would be a movie worth watching.
Oof, you’re hitting right where it hurts—straight for the heart of the matter. 😉 😁 Hmph. Look, I listen to an immense variety of music, and it makes me acutely aware of the different spheres of sound—and, more importantly, how many of you people out there simply aren't auditory types. 😁 unfortunately you aren't 😉)). Now, Tori Amos obviously isn't Mother Teresa, but if I were in your shoes, I wouldn't be so flippant about trying to dismantle the mystery 😁. What one can actually learn from listening to Tori Amos is that the film is, quite frankly, utterly useless in so many respects. To attempt to craft a movie based on the vision you described is nothing more than a pedestrian, almost profane way of looking at something that is as vast and wondrous as space itself 😳. Not that it isn't an engaging topic, mind you, you know 😂
That sounds like your little payback for Cave and Grinderman. 😛
Kyle Watson8 said:Hahaha, I must say, I’ve truly missed seeing your posts pop up in my feed. It felt like a bit of a void was left without them.
No, first it just makes me absolutely livid, and then I start thinking... God's probably off on some "business trip" somewhere, and honestly, I can't even blame Him. 😁
It seems to be a recurring pattern that artists struggle to direct their emotional energy toward those in their immediate orbit; it’s far easier for them to project all that raw intensity toward some vague, nebulous concept. In that sense, you can't really blame Sellers for being the way he was. If he hadn't possessed that specific, difficult temperament, we never would have seen a film chronicling the life and death of Peter Sellers, because he wouldn't have been famous enough to warrant such an exploration—and frankly, this entire discussion wouldn't even exist.
Yes, hmmmmm. This might sound a bit heavy-handed, but if you ask me, those aren't true artists. Anyone who has actually attempted to create something understands exactly where genuine inspiration originates. It stems from a deep sense of consciousness and a profound empathy for the world around you. I have this nagging feeling that when someone creates work without having fully realized that part of themselves, what they produce comes from some sort of hollow, artificial center.
When it comes to Sellers's transgressions, I find myself willing to forgive just about anything in a person—truly, my patience is vast. However, once I see someone behaving like absolute trash toward their own children, all bets are off. At that point, there is simply no coming back from it. 😠
Frankly, I find watching films centered around absolute scoundrels to be far more compelling. There’s an inherent honesty to them—after all, most people are jerks at some point, if not to everyone, but certainly to at least one person in their lives. When a screenwriter dares to lean into truly villainous characters, we get a much more authentic reinterpretation of the human condition. It results in a significantly more engaging cinematic experience and, in my estimation, a much more original piece of storytelling overall.
I wouldn't say that's the case for me. Honestly, I’m a bit of a mess myself—I don't exactly walk around seeking out deep, meaningful conversations—but there is something about repentance. To me, that sense of atonement is often the most cherished and authentic moment in all of art. 😳
Suppose someone decided to produce a biopic about Tori Amos—specifically focusing on how she clawed her way out of absolute destitution and obscurity by leveraging nothing but raw talent and pure kindness. Honestly? It would be a dreadfully dull little production that wouldn't even make a dent in the cultural zeitgeist. Why? Because it fails to satisfy our innate voyeuristic urges. To truly feed the voyeur living inside all of us, you have to reveal something scandalous, something hidden, something we haven't already dissected. If you actually wanted to make something gripping, you’d take a much darker route. You’d craft a film about Tori Amos where she weaponizes the trauma of her near-assault to catapult herself onto the global superstar stage, perhaps drawing her lyrical inspiration from the trail of broken hearts she leaves in the wake of those men she’s crushed along the way. Now *that* would be a movie worth watching.
Oof, you’re hitting right where it hurts—straight for the heart of the matter. 😉 😁 Hmph. Look, I listen to an immense variety of music, and it makes me acutely aware of the different spheres of sound—and, more importantly, how many of you people out there simply aren't auditory types. 😁 unfortunately you aren't 😉)). Now, Tori Amos obviously isn't Mother Teresa, but if I were in your shoes, I wouldn't be so flippant about trying to dismantle the mystery 😁. What one can actually learn from listening to Tori Amos is that the film is, quite frankly, utterly useless in so many respects. To attempt to craft a movie based on the vision you described is nothing more than a pedestrian, almost profane way of looking at something that is as vast and wondrous as space itself 😳. Not that it isn't an engaging topic, mind you, you know 😂
In most cases, 99.9% of space is just barren, lifeless, dark, and cold. That 0.1% is just a statistical anomaly that you can't really call a miracle—maybe it's more like a mistake. ☕
And a movie is a much stronger medium than music. 😉
