I never went to film school, and don’t work in film. I know people who went to film school. And tens of thousands of dollars later still don’t work in film.
But for around $1,500 you can cast yourself into a nightmare world of crushing solitude and burning madness—a cineastic ordeal that could only come from the mind of the high priest of ass-on-fire filmmaking: Werner Herzog.
9. Related, but more practical subjects, will be the art of lockpicking. Traveling on foot. The exhilaration of being shot at unsuccessfully. The athletic side of filmmaking. The creation of your own shooting permits. The neutralization of bureaucracy. Guerrilla tactics. Self reliance.
10. Censorship will be enforced. There will be no talk of shamans, of yoga classes, nutritional values, herbal teas, discovering your Boundaries, and Inner Growth.
Sounds ambitious, a little frighting even, with the promise of being unbelievably awesome. Something tells me that most of those who those who enroll will likely be pretentious twats, but if I had the coin and the desire to be a filmmaker rather than a screenwriter, I’d go in a heartbeat.