Eric SamulskiBMW Convertible
October 24th 2006 05:39
Leon's first novella
I drove a BMW convertible up the coast the other day. It wasn't mine. For the first five minutes I could see how the concept is appealing. Bald forty-something man (not me) suddenly discovers purpose in his life.
Someone who owns a car like this didn’t design it or make it. They just bought it. Like a Mars bar.
Only bigger.
There’s no spark.
Creating something from the ground up – that’s the buzz.
When you make a film you start with nothing and build something. Good, bad or ugly you’ve still made something that if it wasn’t for you, wouldn’t exist.
Now, some people say the films Duke and I make shouldn’t exist. But there’re just the sort of people who dream of owning BMW convertibles.
Critics.
I’ve never actually met a critic who’s made a feature film. I’ve met many who’ve made go nowhere shorts about forgetful shit – but hey, somehow they got a writing or TV gig.
“I’ve never made a film but this is what I think is wrong with…”
Sad.
So sad.
The key is to let criticism flow over your head. Like how meeting your heroes sometimes disappoints, it’s the opposite – if you meet your critics you discover that being pathetic and employed is still pathetic.
Beautiful.
Mr Blah says I have no concept of sophistication but he drives a BMW. He’s unfit. He’s got hair issues. His lady friend is bored – more than often and…he’s never made a feature film.
I’m affected.
Not.
Until next time and happy film-making.
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