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#177

"The major obstacle for amateur filmmakers is their own sense of inferiority vis-a-vis professional productions. The very classification “amateur” has an apologetic ring. But that very word–from the Latin “amateur”–“lover” means one who does something for the love of the thing rather than for economic reasons or necessity. And this is the meaning from which the amateur filmmaker should take his clue. Instead of envying the script and dialogue writers, the trained actors, the elaborate staffs…

This is a lengthy one, but I’ve never really gone over what I feel about Wiseau and The Room, Franco and The Disaster Artist, or Sestero and Best F(r)iends: Volume One. Rating subject to change - for better or worse - when I see the second volume in June.

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I wasn’t a fan of The Disaster Artist. It’d probably crack a list of my least favorites of last year (if I were to ever do…

Edit #1: it also has one of the very best scores of the year, or of which I've heard in ages. It's on Bandcamp, if Clyde still has it up. Don't fear seeking it out. It's powerful enough to make the hairs on your arms stand up, honestly.

I’m sill slightly speechless over this The Forgotten Colors of Dreams; not because it’s a masterpiece (or even the masterpiece) in terms of Letterboxd films, but because it’s one of the year’s…

NOTE: When I was writing my review of Aaron Bartuska’s feature film Epilogue, I brought up my own work and explained how it was damn near frowned upon to even do such a thing when discussing the work of another fellow Letterboxd user. I’m just forewarning that in this one, it’s going to be a mix of a review for Bartuska’s short film, but it’s also going to have personal asides that I am choosing to write about because they’re…