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November 29, 2004

Unable to let bad news get me down, anxious to get away from this comptoir, itching to express myself in more than just words, I began work this afternoon on an experimental short film I've been thinking about for a while. Well, to be exact, I've been thinking a lot about the process of making it -- what it's actually about, I'm still not quite sure of. But I've gone ahead and jumped in headlong, and at the moment I'm waiting for some paint to dry (my hands have been caked in it for the past twelve hours, and that can be such a fulfilling feeling sometimes). This project may or may not be a lark, and it's of a sort that will take me quite some time to figure out, but hopefully a fair amount of footage will be completed before I leave for New York in three weeks. If I haven't given up in frustration by then.

Elsewhere in my focus: I love and appreciate complex analytical examinations of cinema as much as the next obsessive cineaste, but Roger Ebert will always be my favorite film critic, and this short essay of his pretty much explains why.

Posted by David Lowery at November 29, 2004 3:43 AM