How is it possible that we can absolutely adore a film that our very best friend does not?
I often have to remind myself that I am not always the intended audience for something…that some films, or books, or songs, or art or whatever aren’t actually made for me…and that if I don’t like it or get it somehow that is perfectly alright, more than that, it’s perfectly natural and totally to be expected and definitely not worth arguing or debating with anyone about, especially oneself…that is not at all the point…in fact.
Because if we can accept that it’s okay for us to not love absolutely everything, or sometimes anything, then our own work, our ideas, our stories, our films, can be freed from the constant hum behind our eyes of “will everyone like it.” Not everyone will and not everyone has to.
What we make doesn’t have to be loved by everyone, or even liked by many. What we create must only be perfect for a very few. There are almost 8 billion people on the planet…you only have to please a fraction of them to be wildly successful…the odds are already in your favor.
So now what then? Now we have put aside the fears that anyone will like our stuff, what next. Well, I am hardly the best person to point out that you must work, I always leave everything till the last minute, even this article. But we do actually have to work at it. We have to work on our stories and casting and locations and script and once all those are ready we have to rehearse and schedule and shoot. And then the real work begins…the edit, crikey, there’s a lot to do. But when we are done, when the dust has settled and the long distant self-doubts and second-guessing subsides, what we are left with is a little piece of us to show the world.
It’s scary of course, letting the world in to judge us or dislike us or think they could do “us” better than we could, just as we do to others work… But it is necessary.
For all artists to be real they must be seen. Film really is the epitome of that don’t you think?
So in this colder than usual LA January, where we are all scampering about trying to remain warm….rather ridiculously if we’re honest…hopscotching our way around award shows and openings and festivals of theatre and art and film, we must remember that we belong to a circle of few and that our feelings and thoughts and most heartfelt longings will touch people and warm people and very possibly change people…just not all of them…and that’s perfectly alright. In fact, that’s perfect.