Colin Sonne Liddle

YouTube video by Colin Sonne Liddle DECREE FROM THE GIGANTIC OWL

m.youtube.com/watch?v=v4-i... - An interplanetary deity known only as the Gigantic Owl has commanded me to launch a free screenwriting workshop for five aspiring writers. So I guess that’s what I’m doing.

It’s named for the Roman god. That’s how it’s pronounced.

In the middle of the 70mm vista vision first public screening in LA of the Brutalist. Amazing — then
the lights shut off. The whole block is out. Crazy.

@heritage.bsky.social my gf read your article aloud to me about Prince Harry’s polo documentary and I snorted laughing. I’m buying your Bald book.

Don’t read screenwriting books if you want to be a screenwriter. They suck.

Read Aristotle’s Poetics. Then read a bunch of scripts. Then read all the classic books and plays from forever.

And watch all the old movies you haven’t seen yet.

This is how they marketed AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON in Germany

I left my wallet in a Waymo a few months ago. They have a home. It's on the outskirts of humanity in a heavily barbed wire warehouse, there's no office and the only person I could find to ask about my wallet was the security guard. Then I sat on a curb for fifteen minutes waiting for her to get it.

It's time for all of us to rewatch All The President's Men. Not for, like, important political reasons, it's just a great fucking movie.

Reading that Alan J. Pakula, hot off his late masterpiece that is Presumed Innocent, wanted to adapt The Secret History just as it was hitting the zeitgeist, but couldn’t make it happen before he died is deeply tragic.

Of the privileged and how our desire to break in can both unveil the facades of the world and ourselves.

As someone who never went to college and definitely experienced some FOMO in my early 20s, I treasure the books that both make you feel like you’re on campus while satirizing the more absurd and sanctimonious corners of the academic world. A great, dreamy exploration of class and the venal behavior

But fails to impose a true presence in the lives of the main characters beyond their worship of him. We take the main characters at their word, but as the fatal events of the book progress, we see Julian as an eerie stand-in for the secluded, inflated world of academia.

Just finished Donna Tartt’s Secret History. At first I was underwhelmed by the lack of their beloved professor Julian’s presence in the novel, but by the end of it, and with some help from the protagonist, I felt as though it was the perfect choice for his depiction. A sparse figure who looms large

Also look at this fucking brilliant poster from 1916's The Gilded Spider.

My favorite titles from the lost films from 1915-1919 Universal Studios:

-Three Bad Men and a Girl - Directed by John Ford's brother... Francis.
-Judy Forgot
-Just Jim
-The Gay Lord Waring
-Where Are My Children?
-The Dumb Girl of Portici
-My Unmarried Wife
-Nobody's Wife

Films I've watched in the past few days for a script I'm developing with an actor. Some of the themes are more obvious than others.

Basic Instinct
Valmont
Cruel Intentions
The Master
Body Double
Body Heat
Rules of Attraction
Rushmore
School Ties
Days of Heaven
Tár
Whiplash
Dangerous Liaisons ('88)

Anette Bening is batting a fucking thousand in Valmont.