Somehow this old photo of me has gotten 4 or 5 new “likes” today on The Face Place — I’m not sure why, although perhaps inspired by my friends Jenny’s comment about missing Cosmic Play, the super-advanced class I used to teach in NYC.
It is a pose I believe I semi-created — at least I thought so at the time — combining tripod and forearm stand, but lately I see it taught more and more in classes.
Would that I could have trademarked such a thing…
And now, as I delve deeper into the yoga screenplay, I am, of course, doing the most expected/unexpected thing possible: watching FIGHT CLUB (for probably the seventh time).
You see the primary issue in editing the screenplay from the transcription of the novel is just how much and how to handle the internal voice-over narration, and I can think of no modern film where that’s used more effectively than FIGHT CLUB.
I found a copy of the script , but I kinda need to see the film again to really see how it works.
My quick sense is that you can have voice-over within a scene — meaning between people talking to each other — but maybe only for a few lines of dialogue. What are we going to be looking at otherwise? People “thinking” their private thoughts?
But there’s tons and tons of V.O. in the movie — pages of it. In fact, looking quickly at the credits the co-lead Edward Norton’s character name is “Narrator.”
In other news, I did fulfill my new mission of NOT checking-in this morning with the world, and instead cut a few more pages from the 301 screenplay (down to 274 currently), and then had a particularly lovely beach walk and lunch with Susan and Belle. A box of cupcakes — still using my Xmas gift certificates from Dan — although we were careful that Belle did not snatch any left unattended.
Again, re-overcome by overwhelment at all my possibilities, I took a nap.
Then a long and delightful conversation with t-shirt and yoga mogul Andrea Lake — you may remember her from Season 5 of the Apprentice which I never watched — who is totally FANTASTIC.
And now … FIGHT CLUB.
(I guess really can’t complain about my life, can I? — maybe that’s some new incarnation or yet another iteration of the first rules of Fight Club…)
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