You guys, I found it. The ultimate blow-off class. Professor Whitman, he thinks he's in Dead Poets Society. There's no tests, there's no work, it's just day seizing.
Because all of the filmmakers are Jesus, and all their cameras are God, and the movie is called ABED. All caps. Filmmaking beyond film. A meta film. My masterpiece.
I see a man using a social disorder as a procedural device. Wait, wait, wait, I see another man. Mildly autistic super detectives everywhere. Basic cable, broadcast networks. Pain. Painful writing. It hurts.