i wanna make an art-house film for an art-house crowdA Poem by Philip GaberI wanna make an art-house film for an art-house crowd. There’ll be no emotional climax and it won’t reach a clear conclusion. It’ll be a fractured story of a man and a woman and their ideas will clash against one another like two hearts stored in a store-bought cooler battling for the chance to be transplanted into the body of an obscenely wealthy recipient. Their relationship will endure many months of awkwardness and strong undercurrents of tension, sadness and anger. Eventually, they will each learn too late the folly of clinging to defensive illusions. It’ll premier at the Sundance Festival, where it will begin to gain popularity. The New York Times will say my art-house film for an art-house crowd is “intellectually stimulating” and “aesthetically bold” and one of my aspiring something or other friends will say it’s more poignant and less reliant on the tired tricks and predictable posturing than my previous films and I’ll nod meaningfully and thank them. It’ll be distributed on a limited basis to a few art-house-friendly venues across the country; however, it will not enjoy a particularly successful theatrical run largely because of its “cerebral experience” which ultimately means I will not be able to move out of my spartan apartment above my parent’s garage into that small bungalow where the trees and shrubs are strategically planted to block the view of my neighbors like I originally planned. © 2024 Philip Gaber |
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Added on May 18, 2024 Last Updated on May 18, 2024 AuthorPhilip GaberCharlotte, NCAboutI hate writing biographies. I was one of those kids who rode a banana seat bike and watched Saturday morning cartoons and Soul Train. But my mother would never buy any of those sugary cereals for us k.. more..Writing
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