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Les Bohèmes
The Filmmaker
MARKCOHENMARKCOH"How do you document real life,
MARKwhen real life's getting more like fiction each day?"
Images flicker erratically before the filmmaker’s eyes. He studies each piece of footage, casting his caustic eye over sequences of his friends, of the people he knows and loves.
He knows he must make some serious decisions. Since they used the last screenplay for last night’s fire, this might be his one last chance to make something of himself.
The ex, the roomie, the ex-roomie, the landlord, the friends, all their faces, their happy, smiling faces, each one a mask, hiding some secret, some hidden depth that the camera cannot penetrate.
The filmmaker runs his hand through his hair, thinking.
MARKwhen real life's getting more like fiction each day?"
Images flicker erratically before the filmmaker’s eyes. He studies each piece of footage, casting his caustic eye over sequences of his friends, of the people he knows and loves.
He knows he must make some serious decisions. Since they used the last screenplay for last night’s fire, this might be his one last chance to make something of himself.
The ex, the roomie, the ex-roomie, the landlord, the friends, all their faces, their happy, smiling faces, each one a mask, hiding some secret, some hidden depth that the camera cannot penetrate.
The filmmaker runs his hand through his hair, thinking.