It's #Oscars day and whenever I think about The Oscars I think about 70's era films, 70's influenced films for some reason. I guess when I was growing up those were the "Oscar movies" so the ceremony always puts me in the mood to watch films either of or in that era. Today...
...before I leap into this screenplay I'm finishing, I'm going to watch, for the first time, SUMMER OF SAM. It's the Spike Lee I haven't watched yet, and I'm not sure why. Maybe because when I want to visit Lee, I miss this because it feels like DePalma to me... 
...and I like DePalma's work, but not when I'm in the mood for Spike Lee. If that makes any sense. I'm in awe of movies like this, these lurid, sweaty, furious films. I've never written anything like that, something this sanguine.
This one is written by Spike, Victor Colicchio, and Michael Imperioli. I've ALWAYS been in awe of scripts like this. The seedy, ripped from the id, sexy, relentless cinema. The kind of script you imagine is written in a haze of cigarette smoke with sweat beads on a vodka glass.
I talk about imposter syndrome a lot, and what I wrestle with is that sense that a "real writer" is punching keys, birthing skin-you-alive speeches given by characters on hot concrete with a brown, @LexG_III sheen over everything.
That's REAL writing. I'm a milksop. LOL.
That's REAL writing. I'm a milksop. LOL.
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