The Celluloid Jungle made its premiere on the web back in 1996 as a one-stop-info-shop primarily for screenwriters -- a site which offered all the latest news in production, script sales, box-office, and other celluloid goings-on, as well as in-depth writer's resources for agents, producers, and production companies for both films and television, major and indie.
The Celluloid Jungle also offered scripting advice, lessons hard-learned, interviews, as well as tutorials, articles, and a vast info database for filmmaking opportunities such as competitions, grants, work opportunities, in both union and indie apprenticeships.
So here we are again, for all of you crazed screamers. And not just the celluloid vagabonds.
We are stil here, of course, for you, the original celluloids, you crazy screenwriters.
But we now also here for you paper screamers out there.
You story writers, you novel-eers. You book, kindle, nook scribes, who need a little guidance -- a little support, a little acknowledgement, a little info, a little step-up. A little help to go beyond your personal cave and into the big big jungle of the publishing word connection.
Join us. Join us. We are all screaming. Screaming for attention. Screaming for acknowledgement. Screaming that we are.
Screaming to be heard.
CELLULOID JUNGLE REINCARNATION
Yes, that's right.
The Jungle has spent years in limbo. Bowing, scuffing our knees, praying east-west-north-south. Then, so what, all to flaiming hades with it. Went and done the celluloid thing and gone under the knife for a lift and a nip and a tuck and a suck. Bloody mess this makeover and recovery business. But all the natives were screaming about being so twentynine-minutes ago, not to mention the looking older thing, which, frankly, is considered a felony in these parts, and so we kinda caved under all the bitching and whining and we totally Max Factored. Ok, so some might say we Sam Winstoned, but, whatever. We just weren't ready for the softnet diffusion.
Now our friends smile under their tight faces and say we look extremely well rested -- of course they're lying, and the site next door has already started spreading rumors about silvery scars showing just under the deforestation line, and all the jungle agents tsk-tsk that we should have consulted them first. At any rate, we feel better about ourselves, stronger, healthier, less obsessed (which is really always a good thing), and frankly, to gehenna with everything else.
So here's the plan. Come. Vomit with us. Gag. Bend over as far as you can. Scream. In the end... pun intended... we can all make our mark. Even if it's simply a new tattoo.
Here's the new Jungle tenet: Believe it's so. Believe you are. Believe your dreams and desires are always attempting to manifest. Believe you are in your own way. Believe until you effing die of belief over-run. Don't try. Just effing do it. The worst thing that can happen is accidental courage, incidental self-knowledge, and a surprising amount of high self esteem.
I believe in you guys. Try that on for size.
Now do it.
And hang on.
With all
you've
got.
INSPIRATION VISUAL OF THE DAY
Kelley Miles
Joshua Essoe
Tony Causey
Kaitlin McEnnis
Gabe Essoe
inspiration can come through a dream, a thought, a feeling, a word, a tune, a smell, a passage, a sigh, an image -- here is your image of today:
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Screaming in the Celluloid Jungle copyright 1997 no animals were harmed in the making
