Last night I was bitterly disappointed by the universe of humanity who couldn’t even bother to be vaguely polite and give a quick phone call to lie about having to tend to their dying grandmother who just burst into flames in front of them holding a kitten and a roast beef when they decided they didn’t want to help out by being extras in a movie thereby giving us the option of attempting to enact a contingency plan.
Granted I keep forgetting that people…are uh…people and I shouldn’t expect anything. That if you keep your expectations really really really really really fucking low of people, you’ll still be disappointed.
How hard would it be to stand around for a few hours chatting helping out someone who desperately needed it? It wasn’t like a kidney, a cornea or a fucking monetary donation! I didn’t ask anyone to help move my stuff. It was only a few hours of a little possible reciprocity. Hasn’t anyone ever heard of karma, goddammit?!
So people suck and there’s no getting around that. If Jesus, Buddha, the Sufis (who I kind of dig these days) or any of the others espousing enlightenment were trying to make movies they would have advocated a lot more bitch slapping instead of understanding and acceptance.
However this prompted a neat little idea for a short about director who is bitterly disappointed by humanity in a manner similar to what I experienced. The months later he’s gotten funding, he’s secured everything including hiring a hitman to take care of the people who say they’ll show up and don’t. Assassination as a line item!
Everyone says they’ll show up, no one does, Tony takes care of them. Soon the death toll is in the hundreds.
A new production starts and the same thing hapens except now the hitman doesn’t bother to show up. The end.
Right now this cracks me up but we’ll see how it plays out. I’d still need to find people to shoot it and no one will show up for anything. We finally found the perfect old man for Viejo and the kid we found dropped out.
One day I’ll have the budget for a hitman to solve these “production difficulties”. And it will good.
I solomnly swear to be in the hitman movie.. but only if i get a bloody death scene and a scream.
Me, too. But only if I get to be the hit man.
You guys can’t be. It’s all about the isolation, loneliness and despair of the creative process in, and amongst, the vermin that scientists generally classify as “people”.