how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
New film that you will help me with of the week.
I am going to start working on a new film. Here is the fun premise of the film: 240 shots, no more, no less. Each shot lasts exactly one-half second. The story, as David Mamet likes to say, will be told in the cuts. Also, this is what the film is about: __________ __________ ______ __ ___________, __________ _________ (_________ _____ _ ________) __ ____, ______! __________! I think it will be a great film.
Yeah. So please give me an idea of a storyline for my film, preferably one in which people like Andrew and Edward can help me film in spots. (But if you do film in spots, please verge on overlighting scenes, just because that is part of another idea I have.)
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.