Fumble and Fleece by Reeleeteer Navorski - Short, Alternative - Do you hear it? 1 page - pdf, format 8)

As I have no idea what I just read, I can't comment too much on it.  Your margins are off and your cover sheet shouldn't have any fancy fonts or color.  This thing reads like it was written by a stoner or something.


Phil

?? I have no idea what this is about. Sorry.

WTF?  Is this a joke?

I like the title page!  Creative.

Title pages shouldn't be fancy, Miguel.  They should be bare bones:  title, author's name and contact information.


Phil

all i can say is... you have a very interesting name.

Reeleeteer,

All the vague comments intrigued me enough to open the link.
Phil nailed the fistful of format snafus.
That is important if showing this to working industry professionals.
Well, I'll add a vague comment of my own...
Is this some kind of performance art?

Regards,
E.D.

Oh, for Pete's sake.

This one actually made me angry for even reading it.

Quoted from bert Oh, for Pete's sake. This one actually made me angry for even reading it.

I think Bert wins the best critique award for this one.

Unless the author chimes in and, maybe, explains himself, we should stop commenting on this script and turn our attention elsewhere.


Phil

reeleeter navorski -- i love this -- i get it and i understand it -- it's kubrick-esque -- it's avant garde, auteuristic -- fellini -- but the end message -- protect for prosperity is very solid. the orange filed -- the distorted thoughts wrought by the oddly dressed and wildly made-up character are quite provocative -- great

I want some of those drugs :)

I had to pull out the raybans to read this!

lol, funny, creative even ... but I fear, meaningless.

(I may be completely off the mark here, but do you listen to the Adam and Joe show?)

Hahahahahha. ;D
Wtf!
"We have no peppercorn. There�s no peppercorn. Peppercorn on the hermaphrodite�s monitor."
Damn! No peppercorn. We always forget the peppercorn!
I actually understood none of this except that the protagonist is a transvestite. Maybe next time, mate. ;D

Mohammad

Had to take a look at this because of the reviews.

All I got was the feeling the writer is saying 'look at me, look at me. Look how different and random I can be'. Even with the type of cigarette I smoke I don't get it. Maybe it's just too above my tiny mind. I don't know.

It’s all a bit crazy, surreal and amusing…but pointless and impenetrable. It reads like you've laid an abstract poem, presumably of your own creation, over some random images of a man with questionable tastes in fashion standing in a field, then walking down a street, then applying make-up. He's either a clown or a transvestite, I don't know, not too bothered to find out.

Nothing else to say really except I got a laugh and it didn't take up too much of my time.

Col.

Drivel - dressed as art. Half the words don't even exist (yeah, I looked 'em up). Sound weird, and they'll think it's genius. Or just plain dumb.