First, I'm watching this show called Quantico on ABC, Sunday nights at 10, because Russell Tovey's in it. It's about FBI people who are amazingly pretty and who are now training with the CIA, but that's all flashback because the main actress is in a Die Hard situation where terrorists have taken over a WTO summit in a high-rise in downtown Manhattan and she's the only one who can do anything about it...and OMG, it's crap. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
The dialogue is nothing but cliches and a TV version of using "Look...I know...yap yap yap whatever" to change the direction of a scene. Things happen because they have to happen, whether they make sense or not. A bit where one character is being followed by 5 people during a training exercise and only figures out who 4 of them are (because they're all but calling attention to themselves) when it was obvious from the first second who the fifth one was...and then being stupid enough to not realize you've inadvertently let him know you're really undercover for the FBI? And you're supposed to be smart?
Russell is fantastic in it. He's real and charming and sneaky and smart and natural in front of the camera while the other actors are so busy acting, they seem like paper cutouts next to him. And the writing is phenomenally insipid but he makes his lines work. It actually hurts to see this...
Second, I'm giving some of my screenplays to a guy named Charlie Bacquer. See what he does with them, and I've told him he can do what he wants. Rewrite. Cut. Change them all around. Whatever. He's already done that with Killing Moon but sharpened it to be more of a "fuck you" movie than I could have. And right now he's working on Delay En route. Making it "less coy; more action."
This will be interesting.
The dialogue is nothing but cliches and a TV version of using "Look...I know...yap yap yap whatever" to change the direction of a scene. Things happen because they have to happen, whether they make sense or not. A bit where one character is being followed by 5 people during a training exercise and only figures out who 4 of them are (because they're all but calling attention to themselves) when it was obvious from the first second who the fifth one was...and then being stupid enough to not realize you've inadvertently let him know you're really undercover for the FBI? And you're supposed to be smart?
Russell is fantastic in it. He's real and charming and sneaky and smart and natural in front of the camera while the other actors are so busy acting, they seem like paper cutouts next to him. And the writing is phenomenally insipid but he makes his lines work. It actually hurts to see this...
Second, I'm giving some of my screenplays to a guy named Charlie Bacquer. See what he does with them, and I've told him he can do what he wants. Rewrite. Cut. Change them all around. Whatever. He's already done that with Killing Moon but sharpened it to be more of a "fuck you" movie than I could have. And right now he's working on Delay En route. Making it "less coy; more action."
This will be interesting.
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