GABRIEL
You know the problem with
Hollywood? They make shit.
Unbelievable, unremarkable shit.
I'm not some grungy filmmaker-
wannabee searching for
existentialism through a haze of
bong-smoke. It's easy to pick
apart bad acting, short-sighted
directing, or the purely moronic
stringing together of words many
of the studios term as prose. No,
I'm talking the lack of realism.
Realism. Not a pervasive element
in the modern American cinematic
vision.
GABRIEL
What's wrong, Stanley, you look
like you've seen a ghost?
Gabriel looks in and sees the empty wine bottle at the
computer station.
GABRIEL
C'mon, Stanley. Let's talk.
STANLEY
(uneasy)
Okay...
GABRIEL
Let's go.
STANLEY
Why can't we talk here?
GABRIEL
'Cause I don't want to talk to you
in the house, Stanley.
Gabriel walks out. Stanley slowly follows.
GABRIEL
Let's go.
Stan slowly follows.
You know the problem with
Hollywood? They make shit.
Unbelievable, unremarkable shit.
I'm not some grungy filmmaker-
wannabee searching for
existentialism through a haze of
bong-smoke. It's easy to pick
apart bad acting, short-sighted
directing, or the purely moronic
stringing together of words many
of the studios term as prose. No,
I'm talking the lack of realism.
Realism. Not a pervasive element
in the modern American cinematic
vision.
GABRIEL
What's wrong, Stanley, you look
like you've seen a ghost?
Gabriel looks in and sees the empty wine bottle at the
computer station.
GABRIEL
C'mon, Stanley. Let's talk.
STANLEY
(uneasy)
Okay...
GABRIEL
Let's go.
STANLEY
Why can't we talk here?
GABRIEL
'Cause I don't want to talk to you
in the house, Stanley.
Gabriel walks out. Stanley slowly follows.
GABRIEL
Let's go.
Stan slowly follows.
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