Big Sunny D quoted my favourite moment from Adaptation recently, and I've been meaning to invoke it here too, just because it says so much about how I've felt about life and art for the past few years.

Charlie Kaufman: Sir, what if a writer is attempting to create a story where nothing much happens? Where people don’t change, they don’t have any epiphanies. They struggle and are frustrated, and nothing is resolved. More a reflection of the real world.

Robert McKee: The real world?

Charlie Kaufman: Yes, sir.

Robert McKee: The real fucking world. First of all, you write a screenplay without conflict or crises, you’ll bore your audience to tears. Secondly, nothing happens in the world?… Are you out of your fucking mind? People are murdered every day. There’s genocide, war, corruption. Every fucking day somewhere in the world, somebody sacrifices his life to save somebody else. Every fucking day someone somewhere makes a conscious decision to destroy someone else! People find love! People loose it! For Christ’s sake, a child watches a mother beaten to death on the steps of a church! Somebody goes hungry! Somebody else betrays his best friend for a woman! If you can’t find that stuff in life, then you, my friend, don’t know crap about life! And why the fuck are you wasting my two precious hours with your movie? I don’t have any use for it! I don’t have any bloody use for it!

The current entry at Big Sunny D is also worth reading, if only as a cautionary tale of why music festivals with the Red Hot JESUSCHRISTJUSTFUCKINGDIEALREADY Peppers at the top of the bill are never a good idea...