My latest random connection is wacky, but it appears from a viral test currently making the rounds of Facebook that I’m almost entirely right-brained. I’m now allowed to be random and wacky with impunity. According to Sommer-Sommer.com I am congenitally creative, chaotic, intuitive, imaginative, curious, and fantastical. I would add tangential to that list of adjectives.
It’s not just that television has usurped the supremacy of quality scripted drama and comedy from theatrical, now it’s the way that content is being viewed that is changing the way entertainment is created and delivered. Because of Netflix and other online streaming content providerspeople have been watching entire seasons in one sitting, or in a few sittings, as I just did to write this review of House of Cards, which is why this post is going up on a Saturday rather than a Thursday or Friday as it should have. As a filmed content producer myself,
In an appearance on an Australian radio broadcast the other day while promoting his Django Unchained downunder, Quentin Tarantino made a surprise announcement, which perhaps wasn’t so surprising for those of us who saw the obvious trajectory of his self-consciously subversive movies. QT, as he is known to Scientologists who still hope to bring him into the fold, was making this appearance on a station notorious for causing a nurse to kill herself after they prank-called her while she was caring for the Duchess of Cambridge. His goal?
This isn’t another review of The Avengers, but it is part of our impromptu Shoot Your Heroes Week here at PFC. While I’m not sure exactly what that means, I think it sounds rather dramatic and subversive enough to be one of our themes. Perhaps it will one of many, or perhaps this will be the first and last.
‘Shoot Your Heroes’ comes from the fact I’ve only had two heroes in my life, one of whom—a producer I admired more than any other in the business—I ended up wanting to kill after she tried unsuccessfully to fuck me over by poaching my investors on a film. The other, Captain Sir Richard Francis Burton, died in 1890, but I’m pretty sure I would have want to shoot him, too, at some point.