The whole piece is quotable, but this is the key (my emphasis):
Jean-Luc Godard said, "The truth is cinema, 24 times a second." Maybe. It's lying 24 times a second too. All the time. All story is manipulation.
Is there acceptable manipulation? You bet.
People say, "Oh boy, I was so moved to tears in your film." That's a good thing? I manipulated that. That's part of storytelling. I didn't do disingeniunely [sic]. I did it sincerely. I am moved by that too.
That's manipulation.
If you don't know who Ken Burns is, first off shame on you. Second, you know already know him if you've ever seen the Ken Burns Effect in a movie or documentary.
Photographer David Friedman put together a short documentary on the 'father' of the video game, Ralph Baer.
His wife died to in 2006, but he continues to tinker and invent is his home laboratory. "What else am I going to do? I need a challenge.", he says.
I love how he's an engineer by trade, but sees himself as an artist:
I still get a big charge out of making something work. I write the hardware, I push the button, I download it into the microprocessor... and it works. Ahhh, beautiful!
I'm basically an artist, no different from a painter that sits there and loves what he does.
Would you ask a guy who's been painting his whole life why you're still painting, why don't you retire? Retire to what?! Stop painting? This is insane.
The funny thing about Hillman is I never thought much of his web design work. It wasn't great. It was clean, and organized and a lot of work went into it. But there wasn't passion.
So, fun-lovin', irresponsible manchild, still searching for his true character, blah blah blah, inexplicably hot girlfriend, she gets fed up and dumps him, he now has to clean his stuff out of their shared storage unit. Ok, I'll give you one scene for free. (The rest are $90,000 per day, haha haha ha.) Gosling - yeah, I'm thinking Ryan Gosling; he's like the new John Cusack, or will be when we're done with him. Oh it's an 80s movie, I'll get back to that - so Gosling, looking like crap after the breakup, pulls up to this storage unit in his crappy old Hyundai, super-sunny day, storage-unit door opens, dust, cobwebs, maybe a random cat meow in the back Big exaggerated sigh, a box tumbles down. That's how the trailer opens right there, there you go.
