Realism and relatability, two dominant attributes required by the hive in our homogenous and algorithmic moment. But wait, “there’s a counterpoint”, says the director of no critical merit. “Let’s hear what he has to say”, says a silent minority that doesn’t exist. What’s that about realism? Realism is for documentaries. So there. And relatability closes the window to an alternate dimension. Don’t you want to be in an alternate dimension, instead of…here? Wasn’t that the idea, when you paid for a ticket? Or were you just hoping to see yourself? 

Cinema is an expressionist canvas. It has more to do with dreams than reality. A sophisticated film breaks logic – intentionally and willfully, rather than strictly adhering to it for fear of reprisal. Why make a painting look like a photograph? Paint is malleable, it should be played with to build abstractions. Played with. Playful like a kitten with yarn. It means being in control of the medium, having fun with it. This applies to sports, finance, anything. After all, what could be more dreary than a perfectly logical, humorless film? Especially one that’s (shudder)…important. Only a fearful culture craves that (and well shit, we’re currently terrified). 

Humor is where the form elevates. Take any scene, regardless of how dark, and find a way to make it funny – it is now elevated. Comedy exists on another plane. Old Hollywood operated under this philosophy. I want it to be bad instead of important. Not to belabor the point, but is there anything worse than important? This absurdist approach can be broad or subtle, I’m not just talking about trash here.

Exploring the aforementioned is my aim as a filmmaker.