Fireworks

Disneyland knows how to do ‘em right.

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

It’s Not a Fucking Game

Tom Bishop: Don’t tell me that. Don’t fucking tell me that. You didn’t look in his eyes. Don’t tell me that!
Nathan Muir: He was your asset, somebody you use for information.
Tom Bishop: Ah, Jesus Christ, you just… You don’t just trade these people like they’re baseball cards! It’s not a fucking game!
Nathan Muir: Oh, yes it is. It’s exactly what it is. And it’s no kid’s game either. This is a whole other game. And it’s serious and it’s dangerous. And it’s not one you want to lose.
Tom Bishop: Nathan, we killed this man. We used him and we killed him. Okay, then you got to help me understand this one. You got… Nathan, what are we doing here? And don’t give me some bullshit about the greater good.
Nathan Muir: That’s exactly what it’s about. Because what we do is unfortunately very, very necessary. And if you’re not willing to sacrifice scum like Schmidt for those that want nothing more than their freedom, then you better take a long hard look at your chosen profession my friend. Because it doesn’t get any easier. You wanna walk? You wanna walk, walk.
- Spy Game
Director: Tony Scott

Tony Scott committed suicide yesterday, from all apparent indications.

He was one of my favorite directors who also happened to be named Scott.

Spy Game is one of the only perfect espionage movies ever made. But it’s a quiet film and not a whole lot of people got it.

The Hunger has one of the most perfect openings in a film, ever, and cannot be discounted for cementing David Bowie as a rockstar. It cannot be discounted for how much of an impact it had on my own filmmaking sensibilities, following so quickly on the heels of Bladerunner. Between the Brothers Scott, my eye for visuals was indelibly formed and for the better.

Here’s the opening sequence: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L852uDRskQg (you’ll need to copy & paste, my link foo is fail today)

Numb3rs, which he executive produced with his older brother, was one of the only TV shows I felt showed characters that were like some of the people that I grew up around: mathematicians and astrophysicists and yes, federal agents. It showed them as heroes, but it also showed them as human, and capable of humor and grief.

I wanted to see what he would do next.

And now, none of us will.

So. Yeah. Going to work hard on making stuff today. Keeping my agreements. Because the world is a smaller, sadder place without him in it and I don’t care that he was 68, that’s really not that old anymore.

This, also, for the first time in my life, isn’t the death of just an idol, this is the death of a peer. I am finding that fact hits me harder than I expected.

So. Yeah. Lots to do today. Need to drink coffee and keep breathing. And pray that Ridley stays alive long enough for me to buy him that bar worth of drinks.

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.