@mintonarel pues que el cine gringo ha hecho fregaderas por siempre, no se le perdona, ya sabes que asi es.
Hay muchas joyas en el cine gringo. Aún hoy en día hay películas gringas muy buenas. Algunas son independientes, algunas otras logran encontrar el apoyo de una productora grande, algunas son netamente comerciales. No me puedes decir que el cine gringo siempre ha hecho "fregaderas" cuando tu mismo has dicho que hay directores que han logrado "domar" a la industria Hollywoodense. El suceso no es nuevo, y descartar todo el cine gringo como malo es igual de iluso y prejuicioso que pretender que todo el cine mexicano es malo.
Y el decir "así es" es perdonarlo. ¿Por qué aguantamos una película nefasta gringa con excusas como "sólo vine a divertirme", "es mala pero pues se veía desde el trailer", o "es una película dominguera, no la sobreanalizes" pero esperamos que toda opera prima Mexicana sea comparable con Buñuel? Sí de verdad queremos que dejen de traer cine malo (sea de donde sea) lo que tenemos que hacer es dejar de verlo.
@mintonarel y pues la neta ellos tienen más $$ para hacer cine. Aquí es más dificil y está de la shit que se hagan fregaderas.
No es sólo el dinero, es la industria. Estados Unidos tiene una industria cinematográfica estable y por lo mismo se puede arriesgar de manera que el cine Mexicano no puede. Y muchas de esas "fregaderas" que se hacen se hacen por que el director luchó a capa y espada contra fuerzas enormes para lograr hacer su película. La gente que levanta las manos, se hace la víctima, y dice que "es muy difícil hacer cine" no merece hacer cine.
@mintonarel Y lo peor de todo es q basan esas fregaderas en cine gringo esperando recaudar la misma taquilla. Vamos, quieren seguir formulas
No tiene nada de malo seguir formulas, y no es fácil. La gente se las sabe y tiene con que comparar. Además no son formulas que hayan inventado los gringos, sino los antiguos griegos. Se siguen usando por que funcionan.
@mintonarel se hace cine de "formula" para "recuperar" la "inversion". No se hace cine porque se quiera hacer cine de calidad.
Perdón, pero por muy formula que sea el cine, la gente involucrada en general quiere hacer una película de calidad AL MISMO TIEMPO que quiere recuperar su inversión. Se soportan en la calidad de su producto para venderlo. Querer vivir de tu trabajo no es egoísta, es normal.
@mintonarel lo peor de todo es que tambien se hace cine de calidad. Pero los exhibidores no las pasan por miedo al fracaso taquillero.
Lo mismo le pasa a peliculas gringas independientes. El problema del cine en México es que TODO es independiente. No hay industria, y cada vez que se intenta hacer algo para crearla los mismos que trabajamos en el medio parecemos más empeñados en destruir lo que el otro tiene que en ayudar a construir algo de donde todos podamos vivir. También hay mucho cine que no exhiben por que es en verdad malo, y el director automáticamente se pone el manto de la virgen y a llorar como magdalena.
Anyway, cómo dijo @dannker "Esas son pláticas de primer semestre"
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Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Rant the Second
Here is my thing about blogs, and, well, me. I have a number of obsessions. Blogs are not part of it, but they do help me exemplify some of these obsessions. The biggest one of them being order.
ORDER!
I could blame my dad for this, as he is a total neat freak, but I don't think my dad obsesses as much as I do on the contents of his drawers or closet (also, dad, I was trying to arrange my clothes by color at the age of, what, 8 and you were later surprised by my coming out of the closet?). If I wanted to get all psychological about it I could say that achieving order in those simple things made me feel better about NOT achieving order in other, more important things, but I'm getting off-topic here.
How this affects my relationship with blogs is simple, I want order in them. I DEMAND order in them. I want to know what they are about and how they go being about whatever they are about. I want cohesion, clarity, a topic, an idea that ties everything together, and no funny business about it.
My problem then is that my mind and mood wander so much this cohesion is pretty much on the grounds of "I wrote this stuff" (see exhibit A: my LJ). And what I write can go from Squall x Irvine fluff to really vague love confessions to... erm... more stuff. Also, my LJ did have some "I like this stuff" sprinkled on it.
My second obsession is being liked by everyone. Which in internet is sort of like wanting to come alive out of a forest filled with lions, bears, tigers, wolves, jaguars, badgers, and killer ants. Yes, it would be nice if it happened, but odds are not on your favor. At all. Also, the forest's floor is covered in poison ivy and there's venomous spiders everywhere.
Third and last obsession (I will be sharing with you, at least) is my online persona. I will admit to you people that I want one. But I haven't decided on one, so there's several. There's the quirky one. The woe-is-me one. The bitch. The pseudo-intellectual. And others. And they mix from time to time. It's a work in progress, people.
The point to this rant (and there is one, somewhere, I swear) is that this year I am trying to just quit the whole "I will plan this out better and then do it" thing and instead do things. Writing is one those things and blogging will be part of it. I do not know why I WANT to be a blogger but, apparently, I do. Bear with me people, things might get interesting.
ORDER!
I could blame my dad for this, as he is a total neat freak, but I don't think my dad obsesses as much as I do on the contents of his drawers or closet (also, dad, I was trying to arrange my clothes by color at the age of, what, 8 and you were later surprised by my coming out of the closet?). If I wanted to get all psychological about it I could say that achieving order in those simple things made me feel better about NOT achieving order in other, more important things, but I'm getting off-topic here.
How this affects my relationship with blogs is simple, I want order in them. I DEMAND order in them. I want to know what they are about and how they go being about whatever they are about. I want cohesion, clarity, a topic, an idea that ties everything together, and no funny business about it.
My problem then is that my mind and mood wander so much this cohesion is pretty much on the grounds of "I wrote this stuff" (see exhibit A: my LJ). And what I write can go from Squall x Irvine fluff to really vague love confessions to... erm... more stuff. Also, my LJ did have some "I like this stuff" sprinkled on it.
My second obsession is being liked by everyone. Which in internet is sort of like wanting to come alive out of a forest filled with lions, bears, tigers, wolves, jaguars, badgers, and killer ants. Yes, it would be nice if it happened, but odds are not on your favor. At all. Also, the forest's floor is covered in poison ivy and there's venomous spiders everywhere.
Third and last obsession (I will be sharing with you, at least) is my online persona. I will admit to you people that I want one. But I haven't decided on one, so there's several. There's the quirky one. The woe-is-me one. The bitch. The pseudo-intellectual. And others. And they mix from time to time. It's a work in progress, people.
The point to this rant (and there is one, somewhere, I swear) is that this year I am trying to just quit the whole "I will plan this out better and then do it" thing and instead do things. Writing is one those things and blogging will be part of it. I do not know why I WANT to be a blogger but, apparently, I do. Bear with me people, things might get interesting.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Rant the First
Facebook, twitter, tumblr, this blog, livejournal, tagged, hi5, neopets (not to mention stuff IN those things, such as those addictive facebook games and twitpic). Dear God, I swear my mind couldn't keep my net-adventures in order if it was given twice the processing power. Half the time I can't remember which password goes with which account.
It was a miracle remembering my IMDb password today, really. I'd feel bad if I hadn't read an article recently on how humans suck at passwords so I know it's not me, it's my species, and well, I can't change that.
Honestly, what does one DO with so many social sites and sites about you sharing your thoughts with the world? My livejournal was successfully updated for quite a while until it wasn't. With twitter you at least know that as many people as are following you will read the less-than-140-characters you wrote, even if they won't REALLY. I mean, I have like 25 followers on twitter and I can't be sure any of them really read anything I write, and I really only have twitter to know when El Goonish Shive and Something Positive update.
But now that I HAVE a twitter I feel the need to POST in twitter. It's not an obligation, you know? I could just as easily just log on and see if anything of interest is there and then promptly do something else (such as feed my dying neopets (although they never do die, they just look hopeless and sad)) but the white box taunts me, tempts me. And anyone can write less than 140 characters. But writing in twitter... well, it reminds me of a quote that goes: "No one really listens to anyone else, and if you try it for a while you'll see why."
No one really reads what other people post on twitter, and if you try it for a while you'll see why.
I really just scan for the userpics of the few I am actually interested in reading (I follow around 25 people on twitter and I cannot fathom that number growing any more). But I am a bitch, and then I read some comments that make me want to be openly hostile to the person posting them. But, really, if I am annoyed THAT MUCH by a person, I can just unfollow them right?
Where am I going with all this? THAT I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH ALL THE STUFF THAT IS NIFTY ON THE WEB!!!! When is something tumblr-worthy instead of twitter-worthy? Am I not being a pretentious bastard just posting ANYTHING ANYWHERE!? If I post one too many pictures of my cats, will I have doomed myself to a life in a big, unhygienic, cat-filled house?
For the time being, I shall be content posting tidbits of my mind in twitter, and sharing a few of those tidbits on facebook. I shall bid adieu PERMANENTLY to hi5 and MySpace. I shall continue my on-and-off relationship with livejournal and neopets. And I shall continue to be confused as to what to do with my tumblr.
It was a miracle remembering my IMDb password today, really. I'd feel bad if I hadn't read an article recently on how humans suck at passwords so I know it's not me, it's my species, and well, I can't change that.
Honestly, what does one DO with so many social sites and sites about you sharing your thoughts with the world? My livejournal was successfully updated for quite a while until it wasn't. With twitter you at least know that as many people as are following you will read the less-than-140-characters you wrote, even if they won't REALLY. I mean, I have like 25 followers on twitter and I can't be sure any of them really read anything I write, and I really only have twitter to know when El Goonish Shive and Something Positive update.
But now that I HAVE a twitter I feel the need to POST in twitter. It's not an obligation, you know? I could just as easily just log on and see if anything of interest is there and then promptly do something else (such as feed my dying neopets (although they never do die, they just look hopeless and sad)) but the white box taunts me, tempts me. And anyone can write less than 140 characters. But writing in twitter... well, it reminds me of a quote that goes: "No one really listens to anyone else, and if you try it for a while you'll see why."
No one really reads what other people post on twitter, and if you try it for a while you'll see why.
I really just scan for the userpics of the few I am actually interested in reading (I follow around 25 people on twitter and I cannot fathom that number growing any more). But I am a bitch, and then I read some comments that make me want to be openly hostile to the person posting them. But, really, if I am annoyed THAT MUCH by a person, I can just unfollow them right?
Where am I going with all this? THAT I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH ALL THE STUFF THAT IS NIFTY ON THE WEB!!!! When is something tumblr-worthy instead of twitter-worthy? Am I not being a pretentious bastard just posting ANYTHING ANYWHERE!? If I post one too many pictures of my cats, will I have doomed myself to a life in a big, unhygienic, cat-filled house?
For the time being, I shall be content posting tidbits of my mind in twitter, and sharing a few of those tidbits on facebook. I shall bid adieu PERMANENTLY to hi5 and MySpace. I shall continue my on-and-off relationship with livejournal and neopets. And I shall continue to be confused as to what to do with my tumblr.
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