StefanHaynes
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The "feud" between myself and Alex was grounded in a misunderstanding--my misunderstanding, to be precise. However, I have apoligized via PM. My reaction was idiotic, I admit. I was just itching to take him down (after some tussles in the past), and I had assumed he'd insulted me (actually, if anyone could give me an idea as to just what Alex was saying, it would greatly be appreciated).
However, there is the question on whether or not the character of the "gang member" is part of "a minstrel show," as bosindy commented above; a pathetic, useless individual, who was African American, therefore obviously making me a racist prat. Believe what you will, that was not my intention. At all.
You'll notice how every single character in this piece is an archetype; right down to the clothing, the set, the feel, the expressions. Nothing is "real to life" at all. The boy, the waitress, the well-dressed man, the cop, none are "humans." They are symbols. Breathing, seemingly alive symbols, but symbols all the same. The boy eats it because his character needs to; not out of free will. The woman bakes the pie, not because she 'likes to bake killer pies" but because that's just what she does. The same could be said for the cop and the man.
This is meant to be a commentary on how society enacts care for its "chosen" citizens; nothing more, nothing less. This is experimental film in the style of traditionalist.
I write in realist styles as well (where I guarentee you, characters do not act so idiotically), but this piece is anything but.
Sorry for the misunderstandings.
However, there is the question on whether or not the character of the "gang member" is part of "a minstrel show," as bosindy commented above; a pathetic, useless individual, who was African American, therefore obviously making me a racist prat. Believe what you will, that was not my intention. At all.
You'll notice how every single character in this piece is an archetype; right down to the clothing, the set, the feel, the expressions. Nothing is "real to life" at all. The boy, the waitress, the well-dressed man, the cop, none are "humans." They are symbols. Breathing, seemingly alive symbols, but symbols all the same. The boy eats it because his character needs to; not out of free will. The woman bakes the pie, not because she 'likes to bake killer pies" but because that's just what she does. The same could be said for the cop and the man.
This is meant to be a commentary on how society enacts care for its "chosen" citizens; nothing more, nothing less. This is experimental film in the style of traditionalist.
I write in realist styles as well (where I guarentee you, characters do not act so idiotically), but this piece is anything but.
Sorry for the misunderstandings.
