What’s happened to movie directors?
Unfocused, self indulgent performances go unchecked. To the detriment of some careers, good actors make themselves director-proof rather than great.
Actors are left to wander though green screen minefields without those boring basics: objectives, as if’s. Some directors barely talk to the actors.
Meanwhile, the stories get longer, and longer, and more turgid.
Maybe it’s because even the most influential directors work much much less than directors of previous eras. Compare Tarentino’s or Rodriguez’s output to Ford’s or Huston’s.
Many directors seem more comfortable with the toys than with emotion, story or performance. Some are focused on minutiae that can never guarantee a great film. We didn’t want to use green screen. We wanted the cars to really smash into each other. Okay. But that’s a directing vision?
The ever more complicated art of the deal might be siphoning off creative energy.
So, here’s to directors who don’t move forward until they have a script that makes sense. Who thoughtfully command the respect of the cast and crew with craft in addition to persona. Who understand that in many ways, it’s harder to make a competent genre film than Syriana or Memento.