by Abel Ferrara
Market research is key to the LA process. An independent contractor, whose name I forgot, got paid a shitload of money to run what are called test screenings, which involved going into the San Fernando Valley, rounding up a theaterful of high school kids, showing them the movie, and then having them write out answers to a bunch of questions. From that they come up with a score, 100 being the ideal, which I'm sure even Star Wars didn't get. They randomly pick fifteen or twenty of these kids to keep after and further cross-examine, seeking some deeper truth. Then they go back into the editing room and recut the films around these notes. No bullshit, almost every film coming out of Hollywood is recut around notes given by sixteen-year-olds.
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Abel Ferrara is an American filmmaker and actor. His six sentences are excerpted from Scene, A Memoir.
20260621
20260620
Transubstantiation
by Priscilla Bettis
When I was eight years old, I tagged along with the neighbor boy to church. For the wine and bread of communion, there was grape juice in kid-sized cups and little round crackers. As we knelt at the communion rail, the neighbor boy told me they weren’t crackers at all but the body of Christ. BODIES AREN’T FLAT CIRCLES, I shout-whispered the way kids do. He was gazing at the stained glass image of Jesus which painted my friend’s face with a kaleidoscope of color. Without turning away from the Savior, he smiled and said, “They’re not bread, either.”
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Priscilla Bettis is an avid reader and a joyful writer. Priscilla lives in small-town Texas with her two-legged and four-legged family members. She enjoys writing short stories and poems inspired by her awe of the Divine and love for fellow human beings. She is the author of Whispers of a Southern Moon, a short-story and poetry collection. Priscilla is a book reviewer at The Well Read Fish.
When I was eight years old, I tagged along with the neighbor boy to church. For the wine and bread of communion, there was grape juice in kid-sized cups and little round crackers. As we knelt at the communion rail, the neighbor boy told me they weren’t crackers at all but the body of Christ. BODIES AREN’T FLAT CIRCLES, I shout-whispered the way kids do. He was gazing at the stained glass image of Jesus which painted my friend’s face with a kaleidoscope of color. Without turning away from the Savior, he smiled and said, “They’re not bread, either.”
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Priscilla Bettis is an avid reader and a joyful writer. Priscilla lives in small-town Texas with her two-legged and four-legged family members. She enjoys writing short stories and poems inspired by her awe of the Divine and love for fellow human beings. She is the author of Whispers of a Southern Moon, a short-story and poetry collection. Priscilla is a book reviewer at The Well Read Fish.
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Robert McEvily
20260613
The Way of the World
by Larry McMurtry
Joe didn't share July's discomfort with the fact that his mother seldom came to the table. When she did come it was usually to scold him, and he got scolded enough as it was. Besides, he liked eating with July, or doing anything else with July. So far as he was concerned, marrying July was the best thing his mother had ever done. She scolded July as freely as she scolded him, which didn't seem right to Joe. But then July accepted it and never scolded back, so perhaps that was the way of the world: women scolded, and men kept quiet and stayed out of the way as much as possible.
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Larry McMurtry (1936-2021) was an American novelist, essayist, and screenwriter. His six sentences are excerpted from Chapter 27 of Lonesome Dove.
Joe didn't share July's discomfort with the fact that his mother seldom came to the table. When she did come it was usually to scold him, and he got scolded enough as it was. Besides, he liked eating with July, or doing anything else with July. So far as he was concerned, marrying July was the best thing his mother had ever done. She scolded July as freely as she scolded him, which didn't seem right to Joe. But then July accepted it and never scolded back, so perhaps that was the way of the world: women scolded, and men kept quiet and stayed out of the way as much as possible.
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Larry McMurtry (1936-2021) was an American novelist, essayist, and screenwriter. His six sentences are excerpted from Chapter 27 of Lonesome Dove.
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Robert McEvily
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