Hey there Twitter.
I know we haven’t really talked in a while, and things are kind of weird between us, but I thought I’d just throw this out there.
Thirty-six things fit in a nice pretty square. Thirty-seven things do not.
That’s it, I guess. Hope everything’s OK. Say hi to the 60 million dollars for me.
Dan
—which is, don’t get me wrong, an otherwise brilliant film—
If your script features a mentally ill character who suffers an apparent suicide, and if it is crucial to the plot that your protagonist (who knows him well) suspect foul play, and if you’re going to write the line
MICHAEL: I don’t get that either. One minute he’s so pumped up he’s gonna take on the world, twelve hours later he’s sucking down pills? Why?
then you might do well to choose for the victim’s mental disorder something other than manic depression.
Just a thought.
You said something that contradicts an overgeneralization you never tried to make in the first place and I’m pointing this out because it somehow makes me feel better about my own ill-considered decisions of which I was never very confident and must therefore attempt to justify by belittling someone else who is already having a fairly shitty day even though we probably don’t disagree but if I take this opportunity to manufacture a conflict and pretend to win it through intellectual dishonesty I can feel like I suddenly have self-respect even though it just makes me look like a jerk to everyone else.
Please pity me in silence, because if you argued back I’d just make up something else you didn’t say to tell you you’re wrong about.
(This post is tagged: passive-aggressive douchey smartass)
