

Eirren Adeler
@fauvisticGallery
He/him. Art Critic from Hivernale. This is a personal account, and any opinions stated here do not reflect the views of any of the magazines and websites I currently work with, or have worked with.
I promised I'd write about that movie. And I will. My day got a bit messy, though. I'll do it later, if I have the energy.
This film... is quite good. Will report back when it's finished.
I wonder how many addendums I need to add to my posts before trolls stop posting stupid shit below them. ... No. Honestly, I doubt I could ever fully eliminate the chance of someone being absolutely dim-witted in my comments. Every troll on this site believes they have something significant to say, and I fear they are too deep in their own mediocrity and stupidity to even realize that they are mediocre and stupid. Please stop proving me right, by the way. It's headache-inducing. Not every post requires your response.
How to explain to a stupid purple leech that when you say 'dating', you mean hooking up, not boyfriends. 🙄 He is not letting me live this down. Rhetorical question, by the way, since a lot of you have trouble parsing tone.
I can't get a moment of peace.
Forever glad to live in a colder climate. I hate to sweat.
This site is very illiterate, but hopefully at least one or two of you know how to read.
Anyways, I could sit here and babble on about fine arts, but I already do that for my night job. Instead, I want to talk broadly about film. A few decades ago, it was fairly standard practice for films to be made on shoestring budgets. Creatives wanted to make their visions a reality, and while it was far from easy, it was fairly viable for any filmmaker with access to a camera to put something to film. Take Basket Case for example; Awful little movie, filmed on a less-than-industry-standard camera, with hardly any budget (and whose budget consequently ran out halfway through shooting), using dramatic arts students (who needed to play multiple roles due to the aforementioned budget problems), filmed over long weekends in mainly a singular location, which made use of shoddy puppetry and stop motion... Yet it still got made. Preserved, as well. It became a cult classic, in fact. And then, there was a period of creative silence. Soulless nonsense made to appeal to the widest audiences possible, in the pursuit of money. Trite, overdone, painfully boring drivel, that somehow had the general public in a chokehold for many sweeps after. There were exceptions, yes, but the vast majority were utter garbage. And then came the "indie" darlings. Films that were produced with heart, outside of the monopolizing film companies. Little trickles of genuine creativity that infected the oversaturated waters, and slowly began to turn people against the soulless deluge. Fascinating, isn't it, that even the people who enjoyed the slop, tend to acknowledge that their bland superhero nonsense was getting old, and welcome in such a change. Creativity is not something that can be replaced, and everyone knows it. It's very welcome to see smaller creators reach wide audiences in ways they were not previously able to. In many cases, I personally dislike these projects. They simply don't appeal. But I am relieved to finally begin hating certain pieces of visual art again. Hate is inspired. Neutrality and other mild reactions are far worse, and indicate a complete and utter failure on the part of a piece to engage its audience. To sum up my feelings on film, I would far rather hate a film than react tepidly. If there is something to hate, then that means, for someone else, there is something to love. That is why creativity will always win out over greed. Create for yourself. If someone hates it, you are probably doing something very right.
Never date a clown. This is unrelated to the lame excuse for drama that occurred recently. I just have a horrible little purple leech attached to me.
I'm being harassed.
Disinteresting business.
Anyways. It'll be nice to have a place to put my less professional thoughts and opinions. Scrutinizing things for a living doesn't leave me with much space to just... exist without overthinking. 🙄
Somehow, I really didn't think he would be here. But I'm never that lucky. 🙄 #notevenavague #becauseheknowswhoheis






