Cinema: (n) the production of movies as an art or industry.
“To date, I have written thirteen screenplays which have been produced into independent movies, receiving recognition at twenty-eight film festivals.”
This is a blurb.
Once it is stated or read, the person who has received the input immediately asks, “What movies? Would I know one?”
The answer is no–because I am not famous, rich, nor do I wield any power.
I do not say that with misgiving. I am so grateful being able to make my living doing what I like while also having the freedom to drive down to the local department store and move around in total anonymity.
But can I tell you? From my personal experience, the world of cinema is locked up tighter than a nun’s vagina.
It is filled with nepotism, red tape and a self-righteousness about art which often contends that the more bizarre the story line, the more realistic it becomes.
The budgets are overblown, the plot lines as thin as a Parisian model, and the resolutions are not geared for the edification of humankind.
So comically, the movies that make the most money in the world of cinema are G-rated–but the movies that are touted are usually R.
I have nothing against either genre. I have written in both.
But historically it has been the job of theater–in this case, cinema–to lift us as a people from our depression and make us believe in the higher good of the human race, which began as dust inhabited by the image of God.