IN THE BRINK OF AN EYESTORM, STORY ON REEL
By: Iris P. Concepcion
The most enjoyable thing to absorb these days is looking at the quartered visual men of this writer. There is a tendency to gush over nonsensical things that is understandable only to a few people. Anyhow, I could talk to a typhoon right now and I am pretty sure, it will give me an intelligent answer.
A director was asking me how I do this thing (am being spoken to by a white cloth, how avant garde is that) : split-second stirs and spurs of the mind stream, touching in brief why I see things the way they are (contrary sometimes to their experiences). I thought he called it brilliancy on one aspect. It is not THAT; I would call it putting the keyboards on my fingertips but with the tactile and sensory organs doing the "typing" instead of say, my forefinger (I do not type correctly).
How? Indirectly, we both get by, finding laughter on the bizarreness of things, framing them in paragraph forms. That is my only key. I share with you this penchant to attach anything to everything.
The collaboration is mind-bogling in that there is never a tinge of "I'll hit you with an axe" kind of shot in every frame. You treat every character with fondness, kindness even. Under the circumstances, I would be spewing incomprehensible poetry but that would be giving in to a pointless verbal blah. Your men/women certainly know how to tweak a joke to an advantage: the repetition is numbing: cold but very concise. The better other is still courting his best (bleeeeeecchhhhh) other through Pacino acts (the ongoing romance thing). Incredible but extremely fascinating. He does this villain posseur like eating mudpie or something.
I know I am surrounded by your likes whenever an aberration occurs. The amalgamation of my hearing capability tweeted nothing but immense laughter. Stringed, out-of-the-blue occurence versus elevator shoes, I'll be damned. I think I have dissed enough top men on my end that they might find my shoes too big for my size.
I like the photographic vision laid there; that is WHAT I am talking about.
If you are wondering what the heck that hanging picture is doing in this entry: my current fascination is looking at galactical decorations such as this one. They even post these stories on restaurant walls. You are all sooooooo worth the words.
I was looking at this.....this light thingy.....upward while eating blueberry crepe. In this place came the Orientals (Ang Lee minis) who speak MY language.
Finally, I said.