Short scripts by M.Boone Hudgins. Highly entertaining. Roughly weekly. Under 10 pages. BPA free.Ask me anything
aluylis asked: Hey, how are you? New question: I've been trying to up load on tumblr a little thing I've written but I can't seem to get the same results as you. I mean, how do you do it so it stays in script-format? Cheers!
I just upload them as images. I save the script as a PDF, then open the pages in a vector program (Inkscape), then save each page as a PNG. There might be an easier way to do it, but that’s my workflow.
Some thoughts on the latest adaptation of my favorite novel.
- Who are these characters? Daisy a bipolar child? Gatsby an insecure teenager? Nick and Tom stripped of all personality pretty much blindly following the plot? I liked Jordan, mostly for the performance, but why did they give a blonde actress black hair to play a blonde character? Baz must’ve gotten that from the Jack Clayton film.
- What’s with the insane asylum bookends? Was that the only way to shoehorn in the depression? (No.) Baz must not have heard of Babylon Revisited (or, he’s full of it about relating this to the recent financial collapse and just wanted to fetishize over-the-top parties.)
- The modern music didn’t work for me. The music was fine, except that I don’t care for Lana Del Rey, but it was obviously a pandering attempt to modernize (pandodernize) the story so more people will watch it. But the music of the time was amazing and sexy, and it would have been new for a lot of people, and could have been a big thing. But everybody’s heard all of this. Oddly enough, even the “period” music—”Ain’t Misbehavin’,” “Let’s Misbehave,” “Rhapsody In Blue,” etc.—was all written well after 1922, and the jazz music was all 1930s, mild, Benny Goodman type stuff. Weak.
- Switching back and forth between mangled Fitzgerald lines and original dialog was really jarring. It was awful. And why did everybody say everything they were thinking all of the time? Terrible writing.
- It seemed like everything that was actually from the book was just blown through (or cut out) to make more time for cloying visuals and pointless montages.
- The movie looked awful. Plastic digital cinematography, bad CGI, disjointed editing, pointless 3D, dumb melodramatic mise-en-scene, complete lack of subtlety. The chance to harken back to some of the brilliant visionary directors of the time—Murnau, Pabst, Gance, Lang—wasted.
- Did nobody notice that the guy they kept calling Jewish was patently Indian?
- Exactly why was Tom attracted to Myrtle Wilson? In the book, it was because she had a Rubenesque, Victorian body that prevented her from looking like the flapper she desperately wanted to be, but a thin Isla Fisher ain’t that. She was pretty great, even though.
- Ummm… The costume design was pretty great. The more subtle parts of the production design was good, like Nick’s house. Catherine Martin really is Baz Luhrmann’s secret weapon.
- Some good performances, despite having nothing really to act about. Elizabeth Debicki, Isla Fisher, Adelaide Clemens. Leonardo DeCaprio was OK, but everybody else seemed confused and underdirected.
So, yeah. I didn’t like it… It was a movie made by a man who didn’t know what he was talking about, so he just said it louder.