I am sure we all have our own list of favoured cult directors and films; the more obscure, the greater one’s cineaste credentials. I am not going to reveal mine, but I do wonder what credentials are needed for both the creator and the created.
There is one thing that exercises my ire when watching films more than anything else and that is the pointless over use of music and sound effects. Television is the main culprit, but cinema is also in the frame. I have railed against the ghastly wash of muzak as background fill with broadcaster and fellow producers and dared them to simply live without it.
So much of the time most of us spend at the cinema is simply being entertained – and that’s a great thing, don’t get me wrong. But there comes a time when just being entertained really isn’t enough. As those of you who read my occasional blogs will know, I’m a bit of a fan of the double bill. It’s environmentally friendly – fewer journey times – but often such long evenings out are emotional, intellectual and sensory overload.
“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul…”
Is there something changing in film culture? Why not make it something to check out in 2017. Just how many wonderful scripts for women were produced and how many little-known or unknown true stories were re-told. I really hope that we are now going to see, as a matter of course, powerful scripts for great actresses and so long as a true story is stranger than fiction I’ll keep watching.