I have a certain… weakness for what I’m tentatively going to
call ‘writer porn’. Not written pornography, but rather media that writers
indulge in the same way the layman indulges in pornography. Stories about
writers, what inspires them, what it means to put words down on paper, the… ecstasy
of creation, all to make this rather self-obsessed profession seem like a
higher calling. Or, at the very least, to reassure other writers that they do
indeed answer to a higher calling. As someone who is too verbose for his own
good, there’s always gonna be part of me that finds a certain excitement from
films of this nature. And this particular film is no exception.
