by Andy_S on Wed Dec 31, 2008 10:17 am
Goddamit Klonk, you miss the point (and the edge) entirely.
It's not about efficiency, man, it's about:
(1) Impressing birds
(2) D'Artangnan-style panache; and, above all
(3) Grade A chappishness
I once read an interivew with Jackie Chan. One of his scripts read something along the lines of: "Jackie walks up to the gate, opens it, and walks to front door." Jackie had to be forcibly restraining from shitting all over himself. He yelled, "Gaaaah! You fucking dunderheads don't fucking get Jackie fucking Chan! I don't fucking walk up to fucking gates! I climb lithely up them - leap off the top - do a couple of flips on the way down - land like a cat, and THEN walk up to the front fucking door - after spanking a couple of villains on the way. Got it? Rewrite! Now!"
(At least, that is the way I recall it)
These my friend, are words to live by.
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