Showing posts with label french new wave think piece. Show all posts
Showing posts with label french new wave think piece. Show all posts

Monday, September 14, 2015

Mimes of the Midwest.


Below is a new short story that I finished recently. It is about mimes. But not really.


As with most stuff I post on here, it is very first drafty.


It is fairly long and so I have split the bite-sized sections up into separate posts because you likely do not want to have to  scroll through 14 pages of story on your phone, or whatever. Now you can read it at your leisure! One post at a time! After all, Dickens published Great Expectations in a serialized form. People all around the world used to crowd the docks as ships arrived from London carrying the latest installment and those people would yell up to the sailors on the boats, "What news have you of Pip?!"

Well what I have done below is sort of that but in the style of Netflix, which also gives you everything all at once.

To be additionally helpful (you're welcome), I have also included a super utilitarian post at the end that says “The end.” Obviously that sort of marker would not normally appear at the end of the story because I am not in the habit of writing New Wave French films which require an indication that they have ended.


Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading about mimes and the Midwest!

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Thursday, May 15, 2014

Jay-Z Mystery.


Did something happen recently with Jay-Z and an elevator? I have been so focused on school lately that I’m not as culturally literate as normal, but I keep running across these words: “Jay-Z” and “elevator”. Did he get trapped? And if so, is there video? And if so, did he try to climb out of the elevator?

Between you and me, every time I’m in an elevator I am hoping it gets stuck so that I finally have an excuse to climb out through that top hatch and wriggle up the cables and pry the doors open and bellow, “I’m John McClane motherfuckers!”

This seems like a good place to mention stuff that I know: the 1958 French New Wave film “Elevator to the Gallows” invented the whole escape-from-an-elevator thing, but apparently in France the escape hatch is on the BOTTOM of the elevator, which makes the whole thing that much more terrifying and also begs the question: what the fuck is up with the French?

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Monday, October 7, 2013

French New Wave Think Piece.




Everyone I know has divided up into two camps in the last week: people telling me to go see the movie Gravity or people telling me to go see the movie Prisoners. Which begs the question, why has no one yet made a movie about how we are all prisoners OF gravity? It would be some sort of French New Wave think piece where everyone sits around on the beach in black and white watching the waves roll back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and just thinking - really thinking, you know? -  about how imprisoned we all are by gravity. And then a little girl rides past on a bicycle and her little bell dings twice.

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