Becoming The Overman

I HAD AN epiphome last night at about 2:30 in the morning. It came after watching Sabrina, a 1954 oscar-winning movie about two wealthy brothers (played by Humphry Bogart and William Holden) who both fall for their chauffer's daughter (played by Audrey Hepburn). The story wasn't anything special. The direction didn't lead one into wonders of thought. In reality, the film won an oscar for its art decoration, I believe. But nonetheless there was something stricking....alluring about the whole thing that worked its way into my mind like very few things do anymore. A film 52 years old, and it took me over as something new.

But I began thinking of how I would love to write a movie like this one, where the phrases, the words, and all the things that made me want to be there melted over the screen like it was fresh paint. I realized why the acting in those older movie was so dramatic and exaggerated; these are the films that transitioned from plays to movies. Whether you know it or not, an actor on stage has to make every motion, every word, large and out of proportion. In the distance of the audinence, everything gets toned down dramatically, so to keep it interesting exaggerations are necessary. These old movies were the same way....there was not enought technology to create emotion through sets or lighting, or with beautiful set locations as we have today generated with CGI. So, the acting had to portray everything.

But this gets me off track. I began thinking which of my current stories could be adapted into a play for the stage. Soon I realized that my imagination in writing books allows them to be extravagant and very much impossible to be put on a stage. But then an older story I'd tried to write many times came to me again....A Heart for any Fate.