Last night I snuck in and sat in the back of a sold out theater playing BROS in LA. The audience howled with laughter start to finish, burst into applause at the end, and some were wiping away tears as they walked out. It was truly magical. Really. I am VERY proud of this movie.
Monthly reminder: Many people have a book in them, but it takes a special kind of freak to leave the Land of Laziness, cross the Plains of Procrastination and Insecurity Mountain, find the Blade of No One Made You Do This, and use it to cut your chest open and yank that book out.
Every time I sit down to write a movie I think: I can’t write an entire fucking movie. That’s ludicrous. That’s insanity.
And then I write an entire fucking movie.
You just have to start. One word followed by another, and on and on it goes…
my mom reminded me of the existence of this, she was living in italy and was a little kid who thought this was actual english. the artist made this song with the intention of making it sound like it's in english to prove that italians will listen to anything that sounds american
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And please let me know how you all are thinking about action lines! I love hearing nifty little tricks and paradigms for the nuts and bolts of screenwriting craftwork!
Write on!
- David