Talkin’ about Girls

This is the week of season finales! But a show that is still in the beginning phases of proving itself is Lena Dunham’s HBO series, GIRLS. Created, written, directed, and starred in by Dunham herself, produced by Judd Apatow, and features familiar actors from Dunham and Apatow’s previous projects (Jemima Kirke from Tiny Furniture, Becky Ann Baker from Freaks and Geeks), hilarious comedy personalities (Jorma Taccone from Lonely Island, Andrew Rannells from The Book of Mormon) and new, but promising faces (Adam Driver, Allison Williams).

If you haven’t already gotten on the GIRLS bandwagon, then essentially it is a show about four girls in their 20′s in New york figuring out adult life post graduation. The story starts with the main character, Hanna Horvath (Dunham) an aspiring writer, being cut off from her parents forcing her to get a job in a time when jobs are hard to come by.

Before the show premiered it was predicted by some to be the new Sex And The City but with younger women. I found that prediction to be bullshit. In my opinion, GIRLS is a realistic approach to what it is like to be female, or even young, these days. There is so much pressure to perform and so little guarantee that anything will come from it.

Being an arts student myself, slowly approaching the day where I will be cut loose into the wilderness of ‘adulthood’ and serious job-search, I feel like the thematic material in the series is very relatable. But my favourite truth in GIRLS is the different types of unrequited relationships and how young people today desperately cling to them even if they are making them miserable.

There has been a lot of criticism directed towards the show once it started airing, but I’m not going to get into it now. But if you are interested to hear more about that, then you can listen to this great interview with Lena Dunham on NPR where she talks about her show and the audience’s reactions.

Mostly, I’m interested in the reactions of my immediate circle. My housemates, like me, love the show. We laugh, cringe, and yell “Oh no he didn’t!” while wagging our fingers in the air.

But yesterday I spoke to my brother and he wasn’t too impressed. He made it clear to me that he does, indeed, love Lena Dunham and all of her genius wit. He praises Dunham’s feature film Tiny Furniture, and was the one who got me on to her work in the first place, but GIRLS just didn’t float his boat.

He said it was mainly due to the characters being too special. As in, all of the characters.
“It’s like if the characters in Community were all like Abed” he said.
I get that, you need some plain ones to really enhance the crazy ones. But then again, we live in an era of hipters and everyone is trying to out-special everyone, therefore the show is staying true to its realistic form.

* Another thing that bothered him about the show was, weirdly, Lena Dunham herself. He didn’t like her physically as the main character. As in, he doesn’t like her face. He said that the writing is brilliant but that he could have listened to the dialogue without having to actually watch, it is a “Butterfaced show” (we agreed that this would be a collaborative quote, a result from Urbye banter).

This is fine, because it was meant to evoke such reactions. Hanna Horvath is not a picture-perfect, airbrushed model typed girl, because you know what? – Most of us aren’t. I think it is really brave of Dunham to go to such lengths of showing her  ’unperfect’, naked body on television, and I think it is a step towards changing negative attitudes in viewing the female body. SO BRAVO!

* I misunderstood some of my brother’s criticism, so here is what he wrote back to me (but I still think my points stand, therefore I didn’t edit much out of my original paragraph)

“I have been taken out of context, to an extent. I never said I didn’t like Lena Dunhams face or naked body. And I never would expect them to use an air brushed model or any such thing for a show like this. I also understand why she would want to be the “protagonist” in her show because who better to speak the words of a show than the writer her self. BUT I just feel like if she wasn’t the”protagonist” that it wouldn’t hurt the show at all. There are a bunch of funny and talented 20 something year old girls out there who could portray Lena very well.”

The show is currently on its 4th episode of the 1st season, and I’m definitely praying for a second season because this stuff is gold. I’m calling it, GIRLS for most influential show of 2012 (if there are any categories like that at the Emmys).

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Belen vs. Editing pt.1

This is mainly a post to motivate myself to bite the bullet and start editing, and to reassure myself that I kind of know what I’m doing. 

First of all, I need to tell you that I am quite proud of myself for even writing about this, because for once in my life I am actually AHEAD in my schoolwork.

Usually, I wouldn’t bother to worry about these things until 4 hours before deadline, but now – no, I have entered an entirely new realm of being a student, the realm OF HAVING TIME.

I feel glorious, I am the übermensch, my aura is so bright that everyone can see it, I can talk to animals, I can lift cars and save innocents from crime

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In spite of all this, doing schoolwork still sucks balls. Especially when the work in question is editing

For the sake of the end result, editing is wonderful. It can make otherwise dull work awesome, even if think your work is the cat’s pyjamas from the get-go, it can bring it to a whole other level of awesomeness. With editing the writer gets to take chances and be creative with the ideas that were originally mused in the first draft. Redrafting your work is good and very important. So what’s the problem?

It’s so so so so so so so hard to edit!

I am currently redrafting a non fiction piece I wrote about my legs. It shouldn’t be a very difficult piece to edit. It’s only 1000 words and the theme is alright. My tutor said that it was a nutty piece and that I could afford to be even nuttier throughout. As a first draft, I am pretty happy with it. But as I reread it, I find that it’s a mess! It needs total restructuring, it has to be shortened, the message must be clearer, and apparently it requires more nuts.

Again, what’s the problem? ‘You seem to have it figured out’. Nope. I have no idea where to begin. What to I leave in and what do I change/cut out? How do I make it clearer? What can I do to make this piece irresistibly interesting from start to finish?

I do have a two phrases from the piece that I definitely will keep.

“I probably looked like an idiot as I stood there, slapping my forehead and chuckling to myself as I missed the green light.
It didn’t matter, I was basking in my epiphany.”

And

“I see traffic as erratic and pure chaos. Swerving, screeching, honking. Swoosh-swing-bang-boom! It’s like I’m Simba in the stampede without any Mufasa to fling me into safety. “

I like them mostly because the movement and thought in those phrases are so undoubtedly me. I’m pretty sure I have been caught a million times daydreaming while walking somewhere, making funny faces according to what I’m thinking. And I do compare my life to movies, often. It’s not like I wish my life was scripted because I would constantly be asking for my line, but I find that day to day becomes more fun when you picture yourself as a character in a movie. Like Tom Hansen in (500) days of summer does.

So basically I’ve gotta just delete the rest of my story, and write 19 more of those phrases until I’ve got something resembling a piece about my legs and why I’m scared of traffic.

Great.

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I’m on my ballin’ each and every day

Not much to report from good ol’ Melbourne. Uni is consuming the most of my time. That’s a lie. All of the good TV-shows that have come out lately is what’s occupying me mostly (will get back to this later. GIRLS. I mean… holy shit), but uni is a very close second.

Although I’m writing a lot less I find myself putting much more thought into what I write. Which is both good and bad. Bad because obviously I should be writing any chance I get – Good because it means I’m learning something, learning a lot in fact.

Never before have I put so much thought into structure, world and characters and everything that goes with writing a screenplay. Having to think about these things and play and be creative with them makes it all the more fun, especially since I get to spend most of my time watching movies to gather examples and inspiration, and I get to watch anything I want. A while ago I had a John Hughes marathon, now I’m having a little George Lucas phase (and can I mention Leia that is a fucking bad-ass?? [hah, I was gonna edit that, but I guess it's a 'Yodian slip' so I'll let it stay])

Also in my non-fiction class is my brain being filled with crazy-good information, it’s almost hard to remember it all! I should get better at taking notes, I’ve always been more of a mental-note-kind-of-person, if that’s even a thing. I’ll make a note to start taking notes.

Anyway, for non-fiction we had to go immerse ourselves in something we’ve never done before and then write about it. I chose to go get my future told and apparently there’s no sign of dementia in my future so I get to live with the embarrassment of knowing that I poop my pants when I’m 90.

There were lots of great and funny things the other people in my class chose to immerse themselves in and in the next few weeks we’ll be workshopping our first drafts, so I think this assignment will be really great.

And although this screenwriting thing is super-duper-mega-fun right now, I won’t lie and say that I’m not looking forward to the break. It’ll be nice to go home and sit inside because summer in Norway means rain get some sun, hang out with my friends and go to some good concerts.
Man am I starved for some live music! And what with fucking Coachella having such an awesome line-up I’m in desperate neeeed. Ok, dream line-up of the summer (or ever): The Strokes (of course), Die Antwoord, Beach House, Yeah Yeah Yeah’s, Feist, The National, aaaaaaaaand CHILDISH GAMBINO. I just really need to see this guy live.

 

Oh, and today I went to a show called Puppetry of the Penis which is a part of the Melbourne International Comedy Festival. If you have ever seen the movie Waiting, you’ve heard of The Penis Game. This comedy show was pretty much a demonstration of all of the different ways to win the penis game. Two men, one stage, buck naked, playing with their penises and balls.

 

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Internet: stopping students from doing their assignments since Zuckerberg

It’s times like these that make me wonder why I missed uni at all during the summer break. Yep, that’s right – it’s assignment time.

Oh, how the tasks are marching in, and this is only the beginning! April is coming up and my calendar is bat-shit crazy.

Time management isn’t exactly my strong suit and internet is one sexy temptress, so this is bound to get interesting. I think I’ll order the straight-jacket in advance.

AND Hoooopefully, but I won’t guarantee, I’ll be posting some of my work on the blog as I finish them. Although they are currently the bane of my existence, the assignments do make for quite an interesting read. I mean, if you like to read about traffic-induced neuroses and stuff.

Now I’m starving from not writing my assignment, so I’m gonna go whip up some burgers for me and a strange norwegian who is sitting in my lounge room.

Maybe I shouldn’t feed it, or it won’t go away. 

toodles.

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Order/Chaos

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And She’s Back…

Returning to Melbourne has been somewhat of a bittersweet experience. Granted, more sweet than bitter, but even a bit if bitterness can be a real bitch.

RMIT is, once again, taking all of my money, leaving me a poor, old hooker in the street. What’s worse is they’re probably spending it all on supplying the cafeteria with mayonnaise so they can antagonize me by putting it in the sushi. ATROCIOUS! I mean, it’s absolutely horrendous!  How did anyone think this was a good idea? Mayo has no business being in sushi! I’ll seriously lose my shit if people keep thinking it does.

SWEETNESS. I love majoring in screenwriting! It’s the wing beneath my wings and wills my heart to go on. This baby’s sits gladly in the corner and has the time of her life talking about TV and movies, and why they’re so awesome for eight hours a week. (Too many cheesy movie references? Screw it. It totally was called for).

The remainder of the week is spent pretending I’m Hunter S. Thompson in my non-fiction class, and Charles Bukowski in short story writing. I am not male nor do I have an ugly booze or drug addiction. I don’t think I could be a little bit of a seedy bastard even if I tried. Still, I like to imagine that I fit the part (plus-minus a beard).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In other news, I’ve moved! I now live a cozy little cave with my sweetest Sunniva and man named Ari. The updownside (a word I invented just now) is that I’m within 20 minutes walking distance to the city and uni. UPSIDE, I don’t have to spend a fucking fortune on train tickets and I get a little workout every day. DOWNSIDE, I’m lazy by nature and that means walking is the enemy.

Being an animal, I had to find a way to adjust to my new habitat.
Dancing in my undies, risky business-style, seemed to do the trick, and it kind of looked like this.

 

Getting my new housemates to join in was a great bonding technique.

Until we speak again, my deer.

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Ex Calamus Public Reading

Yesterday was a lovely day. Sunny, warm, and it was the eve of the Ex Calamus Public Reading at Horse Bazaar.

The reading went great! Our readers had fun, the music was great (Eleisha Caripis) (The He-Brides), we made some money on the raffle tickets (that will go to keeping the Ex Cal zine alive) and we think our audience had fun too– it looked like they were.

Anyways, here are some videos of my performances and some photos from last night.

To any of the Ex Cal writers who see this: I’ll see to it that the rest of the photos end up on the Ex Calamus fan page (although I unfortunately did not get photos of absolutely everyone)

There will be a little bit of an afterbang of my work coming into this blog soon. Some I’ve been too lazy to load up, other stuff needs to be edited before it can be shown to anyone.

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