Tonight’s Montreal Film Group meeting was… underwhelming. I misunderstood the premise of the evening. The MFG invited members of the non-filmmaking public would come to pitch us their ideas.
It got worse from there.
The discussion devolved into artsy philosophizing over the nature of film and what it should strive for. Films that make money by their violent or gory natures are to be frowned upon. Millions of teenage boys can be wrong.
At least Robert the director showed up, and he tried to bring the topic around to filmmaking again. He didn’t succeed, but he tried.