Having just recently viewed, and reviewed, Quentin Tarantino's Reservoir Dogs, as well as Pulp Fiction, I've come to the conclusion that he might be a just a genre writer; FILM NOIR. I've never thought that before, seeing as to how his work is reflective of many genres. But, in essence, they're all pretty much the same, at the core.
Now, I've seen the Kill Bills, and loved it, but I've also seen the disaster of Death Proof, and loathed it. Jackie Brown was great, True Romance was alright and Natural Born Killers was, eh, it was okay. I realize that the last two were merely written by Tarantino, rather than directed, and I think his steady hand of film knowledge would have prevailed for the last two. Oliver Stone is okay, he doesn't really stand out in my book.
Anyways, I got on this subject because what I'm writing about, now, has this sort of feel to it. Not a Tarantino-eque feel, not a homage and certainly not a rip-off. Just that "feel". Perhaps it's just that genre of crime, which Tarantino so awesomely dominates. Whatever it is, it's what's stuck in my mind so I've been watching nothing but crime films. Here's a list of what I've been watching the past few days, on repeat:
Chinatown (Polanski) Reservoir Dogs (Tarantino) Pulp Fiction (Tarantino) Hard Eight (P.T. Anderson) The Two Jakes (Nicholson) The Third Man (Not Welles) In Cold Blood (Brooks) Seven (Fincher) M (Lang) Breathless (Godard) Alphaville (Godard) Touch of Evil (Welles)
And that's about it for now. Even if I'm not really watching them, I'll still have them on in the background, on the projector, in order to pause from my writing, turn around and feel inspired by whatever scene is randomly playing. It helps, it really does.
Now, I'm not jacking anyone's style, so don't think I'm just watching these films and taking scenes out of them. I'm being provided with inspiration and ideas. To be motivated, one must be inspired. To be inspired, one must be moved. It's something like what Jaden posted on her site a while back: the actor inspires the writer, the writer inspires the director, the director inspires the actor. It's a vicious circle of creativity that whirlwinds itself into the creative processes of actively creative people. Now, that sentence wasn't worded very creatively of me, but you get the idea.
An now, for something completely different: An ode to the woman of my dreams, Jaden A.
Jaden sets my heart on fire. An Endless love, it'll never tire. She has me hanging from a wire. Her love's on ebay, I'm the buyer. For her, I'd be a frequent flier. My type of need, for her, is dire. She's sizzlin hot, just like a fryer. Listen to me, I ain't no liar. She never fails me, she'll inspire. To pull us apart, you'll need a plier. Into her arms, I wish to retire.
I ran out of rhyming words. If you have some of your own, don't just sit there, help me out people. This angel deserves praise, she never ceases to amaze, and other various cliches.