More late night thoughts...

I'm not sure why, I just felt like writing something. I'm in one of those stages where I have a hundred ideas running through my head, but I've no means of filming it. I could write short stories, but I don't think I could create any of the impact through my words that I could through visuals. Visuals just come naturally...

One thing that I've noticed about almost all art, is that real life hits hard. It's hard to connect with a piece that one doesn't relate to or understand. It takes a lot of self conditioning to connect to things like that, and even if one does it isn't nearly as powerful as real life. And as often as people say that they read novels, listen to music, or watch movies to escape real life, I know for sure that isn't true. Sure, entertainment can be an escape, but it's also meant to be a means of realization. One must connect to a piece as a means of learning something new about one's self or one's world.

So in the spirit of this ideology I have begun keeping a notebook to write things in. Experiences of my own and of others, stories that I hear people tell, even bits of dialogue I hear. I intend to use these things in my work. When I get older and begin to go about making (and maybe even writing) films I don't want them to be hokey. I want them to be realistic. I want them to be... human. Real. Honest. Because as much as people may deny it, that's what we want when we sit down to enjoy a piece of music, or to watch a movie or read a novel. Even if the story isn't realistic, we want to see that humanity.

I may be generalizing here, but from things I've heard people say, this is what I've gathered.

Also, this scene right here kind of sums up a few of the things I've been thinking about lately(the part with the coin):




Do you all have any thoughts on the meaning? Even if you haven't seen the movie it kind of sums up the entire movie's theme.

Discuss?