Well, it finally happened. This industry has cracked and slithered into my literal dreams. Last night, my subconscious brought me a scene: I’m entering a library and I picked up a book. As I read it, I was plunged into the world of those words — yet the words on the page occasionally flashed intermittently throughout the dream, like Buster Scruggs or something like. The dream within the dream, aka the film adaptation of the book, was something like an action thriller. A family vacation that goes awry when international covert political forces intersect the family (my family, it felt like). The sad and surreal thing was that the narration from the book, the text itself that flashed in and out, literally read like the author was pitching book to be adapted into a film. “This would make a great action sequence” or “They just barely made the plane. A wide shot would be good here.” It was absurd. And yet, the way that books are read by people within the industry - and probably by many more beyond it - isn’t that far from such a situation. People speed read to consume the minimum story and nothing else. Books aren’t necessarily meditative windows for internal exploration — they can be quick entertainment. Which is fine! But I guess I’ve been reading too much Deadline & Variety because the book-to-film adaptation stuff is starting to mess with my dreams.
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