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.