Ok, this is a little oblique, but bear with me--inspiration must come from where it, uh, must. Come. From. Er, you know what I mean.

So, I was reading The Onion, because naturally I am procrastinating, and I came across this (serious) interview with Michel Gondry, director of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, one of my favorite movies, and of the upcoming Be Kind, Rewind. I'll excerpt the relevant-to-this-blog part:

Onion: Was this inspired by directing Dave Chappelle's Block Party?

MG: Yeah, completely. I had this concept for years, this kid who would remake these movies. It sort of fuses this idea I've had for years, believing that people could create their own entertainment and they would enjoy it better, because they are in it. And the film would not have to be technically achieved, because it's like watching a home movie. You don't watch it for the technique, you watch because it's reminiscing on good moments you spent with your friends. It reflects you. It belongs to you. So I was thinking people could, instead of spending their money to go and see a blockbuster, make their own movies. Collect the money and make a new one every week. I thought it would be nice to create a world that makes this construct possible.

And naturally, what does that make me think of? Oh, a little piece of inspired amateur film-making called....The Gift of the Magi.. "You don't watch it for the technique, you watch because it's reminiscing on good moments you spent with your friends. It reflects you. It belongs to you."

Yep, that sounds about right. (Even if some one of us--ahem--might not want to own up to it.)

So what do you guys think? Should we foray once more into the world of self-produced film, and brave our own lack of talent in the hopes of producing something enduring that will, for better or worse, reflect us, belong to us, and cast our memories back on the times of its creation?

Sounds like a plan to me. So, Magi 2, anyone? Or perhaps The New Adventures of Alpo and Eddie Bob? Better yet, how about The Dorm Parent Diaries? Ah, so many possibilities. And with Mr. Stain's new soundman creds--plus Lydia's artistic talents harnessed towards set design, etc.-- our creative potential is scary. I just can't hardly wait. When does production start, guys?

Dream of a Noscar with me,

TR

Two things of note:

1) This is post # 101. I made it, and it's all downhill from here.

Um, I don't know what that means, actually. When in Rome...

2) I was reading the liner notes to Bruce Springsteen's Greatest Hits this morning, and his entry for Born to Run reveals that he was 24 years old when he wrote that album.

24.

Sigh.

I know I'm no rock-and-roller, but what the hell have I accomplished? And I've had three extra years.

Sigh.

Ah, well. Maybe it's because I don't own any leather jackets. Let me get right on that. And maybe in a few months, I can start making up for lost time.

Listen to Sesame Street: Born to Add on vinyl with me,

TR