scripting struggles

Writing this film is turning out to be more painful than anticipated. I had my first real script workshop in class today. My thesis class has 6 people in it, plus the professor. I read my 11 page script draft outloud.
The reaction:
Professor: Well, what genre would you say it is?
me: Drama
Professor: but really, what specific genre is it? You should really know.
me: okay, it's drama.
student 1: Where did all that stuff about language and politics go that you talked to me about 1 month ago?
me: I didn't put it in the script?
student 2: If I see another script with a mcdonalds reference in it I'll barf.
student 3: I just dont' understand what you're trying to say. What are you trying to say?
student 4: You just need to put this aside for a while- it's too complex.
student 5: you should just throw out this whole beginning (general class agreement on this point)
professor: next script...oh finally, this one is good....

So, I'm a bit low about this whole process. I feel like I have to explain every detail of my script to the grand jury- aka "thesis committe".

The only really good thing to come out of today is I have soem new energy to work on my script, maybe make radical changes, much bigger than the tiny tweaks I have been doing for the past few weeks.

I have 2 months to write a great script and thesis proposal.

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Why didn't I think of this? Toby is so cute. The power of furry animals is so strong.
I may have to eat a fricking baby seal to fund my thesis film.

Good night.

Trying to keep on

I want to write at least a weekly post as I manuever through pre-production (for the next eternity!). Right now I am doing research on the theory behind my idea.
I am exploring the following themes:
Feminism
Film, motherhood, and genre
Surrealism
Reincarnation
French-American Relations
Death
Birth
Aging
voyages to the unknown

I've been very inspired recently by the photos of Arthur Tress. He takes photos of what dreams might look like- and lots of nutty male nudes (ex. pictures of naked man with his penis in the mouth of a ventriloquist's dummy...)

I had some strange dreams last night:
1. I won a trip (for two!) to portland. I've never been to portland.
2. According to my grandmother, I am first cousins with Miranda July, who had gotten married to a man and later found out he was loaded with cash. My dream grandmother told me this as an example of good luck. I worked (as a production assistant) for Miranda's film last summer. I'm pretty darn positive we're not even distant cousins. And I don't think she's married (yet).

These dreams follow seeing one of my favorite films ever, which I watched for the second time last night after almost completely forgetting how damn good it is: Emir Kurstica's "Time of the Gypsies".
Never have 136 minutes so flown by.