the obsessive nature of the artist — the immense physiological need for catharsis, for some kind of creative outlet to allow you to make sense of life’s heaviest baggage even when life itself is too painful to let you be proud of yourself, the attention you have to give to every single minute detail of your craft and the assumption that people will have the patience to understand you, the constant, nagging voices both inside and outside your own head…
i don’t know if i can accurately put into words how much i needed a film like this in my life right now.
one of the courses i’ve taken since coming to prague is directing actors. we do a lot of line readings and occasionally some improv in this class, even though most of us consider ourselves to be better equipped behind the camera rather than in front of it. one exercise involved us pairing up with another person, holding hands…
i was not prepared for this. within the first half hour or so i thought i was ready to dive into a whole write up on why this film is essentially a less creative carbon copy of inside out, but it turned out to be just the slice of existential cake i needed in my life. i’m 19 years old and i’m at a point where i find myself hell bent on searching for my purpose, the thing, propelled by…
mike wazowski is lin manuel miranda