“I had to engage in this push/pull thing with him (Mickey Rourke) and use both the carrot and the whip. He’s a bit of a whiner, a bit of a hypochondriac. Because acting’s so easy for him, he can be a bit lazy; I had to dance with him. - Working with Natalie (Portman), I didn’t have to push her at all; I just opened the door and she walked through.”—
Aronofsky on his last two leads. Fascinating stuff.
I used to write a lot before…it all came so effortlessly…you know, inspiration to do so. Now, it’s a bit harder fucking pain to whip out some decent words in a coherent and witty manner. I don’t know what the fuck happened to me. I even won some shit 2nd place award (“ooh, aah”) for writing a short story a few years ago at college. Yes, I was “rewarded” for being good at this.
Now, it’s an entirely different story. I take too long to form written ideas of my liking…SEE!? 10 minutes have passed and I haven’t written shit that’s worth a damn. I know you didn’t *felt* those 10 minutes, but I sure as hell lived them. Now: WHERE THE FUCK AM I GOING WITH THIS?! I’m clearly searching for answers. Why am I abusing on expletives when it’s clearly NOT my style? Obviously because it helps me connect emotionally to the frustration (?) I’m trying to convey with this piece, in a very primal and raw way. Why bold those three words? Why not?!
I can see myself aiming to a rather unspecific goal (no, “conveying frustration” is not a decent-enough goal) with this, and that’s exactly what every writer, actor, director, painter, singer, musician, sculptor, photographer, ARTIST should avoid…ambiguity and generality kill strong, organic emotion…ok, I should stop writing or I’ll end up lecturing you on acting techniques, directorial notes and whatnot. That was not the original point of this piece…hell, what was? Unfocused to a tee. Only at tumblr.™