Wide-Eyed Reflections: January 2008

Friday, January 18, 2008

Pour nous, "Colore Vivante" est la meilleur de les films petites...

So I found out that our Visual Aesthetics project has been on Youtube for a month.

Good thing I finally bothered asking Vange--I love my Asian.

Anyway, let me just say THANKS SO MUCH(!!!) to everyone at Biola who helped out with it...I find it humbling that you would do everything from walking around wearing garbage bags to skipping class for the sake of our short. It means a lot. And it got lots of compliments. :)

That's one small step for film...one giant leap for freshmen!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rd8xNScc594
(lower quality, but you know how it goes.)

Mmm, it feels like Friday.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

A Sunday smile in the face of an elephant gun...

I love/hate art.

It's easy for the math people...there's only one right answer. No one argues whether 2 + 2 = 5 in some cases, or suggests that we leave it open to interpretation. People aren't considered better or worse within the church based on whether they've chosen to work with algebra or trigonometry. And all of the rules are straightforward.

Then you have the film majors.

It's ridiculous the kinds of things people tell me or assume about me. Apparently I'm either
A) selling out on the faith
B) trying to save Hollywood from damnation like Abraham tried to save Sodom
C) going to push Jesus' agenda for Him until every movie that it cranks out is a dramatization of a book of the Bible

Survey says: D) None of the above.

I was involved in a long conversation about the role of Christians in entertainment this afternoon, and eventually just walked away and started banging on the piano. I'm a laid-back person, but...augh. No one seems to understand that people can use art that isn't "Christian"-labeled to glorify God...on purpose! To them it's either a fluke or sin. Regardless of its real effect.

[The neighbors are playing the theme to Hawaii-Five-O. Really loud.]

I can't look you in the eye and tell you that I know how to label every movie good or bad. I'm freaking eighteen. I'll probably be wrestling with the specifics my whole life. But I still chase art. I have to. I'm not meant for math.

I want Him to speak through my movies the same way He speaks through the sunset. Because even heathens love to watch sunsets.