Snow White

In the further development of the story, would you like more emotion ( ) or less emotion ( )?



Perhaps it is wrong to have favorites among the forms, but retraction has a special allure for me. I would wish to retract everything, if I could, so that the whole written world would be...

Women of the World, Take Over

Fat Girl (or, À ma soeur!, to anyone who prefers it that way)



Awful film, in almost every way.

Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown



As good as anything by Almodóvar, brilliantly ridiculous.

A Woman Under the Influence



Far, far too great for me to even try to write about.

Welcome to Everytown

I confess that I wanted to hate this book more than I did.



There is even half a page about education and (the poverty of-)aspiration. What more could anyone ask for?

Funny Games

For a long time, I have wondered what a novel written by me would look like. My best guess is that it would look like some tenth rate Beckett.

On occasion I have also pondered what the result might be if I turned my hand to making music, but I am yet to come up with a satisfactory answer.

I had never really considered what a film made by me would look like, until I saw Funny Games a few days ago.



There is a half-decent piece here about it. The parallels with A Clockwork Orange are obvious, and I am rather disappointed that I did not consider the Brechtian angle, especially given its general verfremdungs-ness. There might also be profit in considering the film in relation to the plays of Pinter, but that is well beyond my capabilities.

The Dolt

Thinking of anything was beyond him. I sympathize. I myself have these problems. Endings are elusive, middles are nowhere to be found, but the worst of all is to begin, to begin, to begin.

Consider this a beginning.