Director is an incredible person who makes up so many ideas for just one movie. No one knows who the director in a specific movie, I always give credit to the director, not the actors.
She was late sand her heels kept slipping of her gfeet. Damn that bus, she cursed lounging her self past the foryee and into the main offices. Olivia Barnet was not the type of person to be late let alne during the time for a director inspection. She heard this one wasd a rather mean one. As she turned the corner, she could feel the cold hard stare of old Betty who seemed not to appreciate are truancy. I am already late,n yu don’t need to make me feel bad about it, Olivia thought btterly. She was about to get inti her office when she had a heard thump and feel flat on her buttom. Her swearing echoed through the office.this day couldn’t get any worse she thought . When she looked up she realised it could.
sometimes the great director smiles at me
but his smile turns to a frown
and my life turns for the worst
when i have sinned
i am in pain
when i blaspheme
i fall
He saw the world in a different way. Everyone passed by wondering what he was staring at, what he was thinking about, where he was. When asked what preoccupied him, he always replied the same way, “There. I’m over there.”
A movie director, someone who is hard working. Such as someone who has created the Titanic, or Avatar. So Steven Spieldberg it is. A director is not something I would want to be in my life. I can’t really direct anyone. Not even myself.
The director looked at the play that he was about to direct. It’s a mess! He thought to himself as he walked around. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, so wrong! He yelled at his cast and set makers. This was definitely going to be a failure and he could see it already.
I am not a director. I’m a do-what-ever-you-want-me-to-er. But that doesn’t mean I’ll go against what I believe in. It just means I’m bad at choosing a font.
Director of Studies was his official title, though nobody really knew exactly what he did. He had always been around since the opening of the university and it showed. In the lines of his face and the wrinkles of his hands. Nobody knew what he did, but those select few that he trusted with his silent secrets.
Director. What is director? Someone who leads? Someone who has dirction. Not me. I don’t know my direction. What is it? To live? To aquire happiness? To love? TO educate myself. I don’t know. Will I ever know? WHat is it?
why is always director? this website likes directors. although the only ones i can name off the bat is m night shamalon and mel gibson. lol and that guy who directs all the awesome anime movies. that arent on netflix….
Movie directors are supposed to be the most creative beings as they should have the technique to lure the audience and make them show the movie their way. They need to have the best imaginative skills.
He waltzes onto the set with a half-eaten bagel in one hand, a slightly crumpled script in the other. His gait pompous, his chin held at a haughty angle, with an entourage of admiring inferiors traipsing behind him.
The director shouted loudly into his megaphone as flocks of actors, actresses, and make up artists ran hurriedly around the room. The man was tall and gaunt, and as the directions came so rose the stress level in the filming area. Cameras flashed and and soon the filming had begun.
He leaned back leisurely in his chair with the ease of a captain at the helm of his ship. “One more time,” he tells us. Cameramen and costars scurry past, trying their best to replicate the way things had been a moment ago. The director furrows his brows critically, and I can tell even before he speaks that he isn’t pleased.
Who is the director of my life, a question that everyone seems to ask. Something that plagues the very existance of our lives. Leading us to emptiness that we will never fill. We need to just seize the day and live for what is true. One love.
So he fell. He fell madly in love, in whatever way he could. There was nothing he could do, this was her movie, she was the producer, the director, the lead actress, and he was just her supporting actor, melting after every line.
The director screamed at the top of his lungs: “NO! NO! NO! Stop! Stop it, before my brain explodes! What is wrong with you people?! How are you even working actors?” His assistant scurried away in fear, clutching her boss’s Starbucks coffee in one hand and a constantly buzzing and beeping iPhone in the other.
The director danced her way to the position. Her save moves impressed not only the CEO of the company, but as well as the whole world as her dancing video went up on YouTube. Since then she was called Luli “La Bailadora”.
Yesterday I was watching a vlog by Hannah Hart of My Drunk Kitchen and she mentioned that she’d never be able to be a director.
I’ve always wanted to be one because it’d be fun and I can express my mind through actors and art and music.
It would be phenomenal.
Have you ever thought about what you were MEANT to do, instead of what you WANTED to do?
It’s kind of a difficult task. I’d just really love to be a pizza maker but, I’d be on the earth to be a director.
The man was cold and hollow, but he laughed and created beautiful things. It was a pity when he died. so Alone, so old. so unappreciated. But he died happy, without an apartment, having created something beautiful.
Whoever is directing this movie must really like coincidences. We live miles apart but share similar experiences. It seems impossible, but they happen. But should I really be that surprised? We say that what we have is like a movie, a perfect romance film. Our relationship is something special and she’s my shining star. I don’t want this movie to ever end so keep directing director. I love what your work and I love her.
Whoever is directing this movie must really like coincidences. We live miles apart but share similar experiences. It seems impossible, but they happen. But should I really be that surprised? We say that what we have is like a movie, a perfect romance film. I love what we have and she’s shining star. Don’t want this movie to ever end so keep directing director, whoever you are.
His face was always a shroud, a ghostly shadow that danced behind heavy curtains. He pulled gossamer strings that breathed life into otherwise ordinary people. At other times, he cruelly forced interpretations, altercations, lamentations.
He grabbed her, hungry for more. She hesitated. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be… he was supposed to be romantic, charming. He wasn’t. she could smell the alcohol on his breath and realized that showbiz wasn’t always pretty.
He stood there selfishly watching her undress. He stopped himself from directing her, not wanting to break the breathless moment of her natural movements as she got ready to sneak beneath the covers to bed
The director of the show is the one in charge of everything, or at least thats how it seems. A great deal of effort came from us, the ones in the background. We were barely noticed.. only sought out by our family and friends that actually came to a show where we would not be seen, or heard, or noticed. We were the invisible.
the director chose a different direction this time.
not satisfied with sitting in her chair she stands up to move the whole scene around. A shift, everybody was moved off set and the drama began to unfold as we sat there, listening to the silence of it all.
The Director was on the line,
he walked it perfectly, balanced
between the media and the talking heads.
He carried a pistol and his reservations;
together they revolved around his head.
He was the Director.
“And action!” shouted the director. I froze. My mind was blank. I had no idea how to perform this scene. The entire concept as written had never been a part of my life. “Cut!” He was disgusted. “This is our sixth try. Don’t you have any idea what love is? Just tell him the lines!” He shouted. He moved dangerously close to my face, enunciating the words so close to me I felt spittle land on my lips. “I’m a woman. I know what love is. Now treat me like I’m your queen and make me sing your song,” he quoted from the script. “What the h*** is your problem?”
“I’ve never said such nonsense to a man, and I never would. Ever. It’s not real. No one ever speaks like that. The lines are asinine.”
“So make the lines real for you,” he snarled. “Draw on your personal experience and shake my f*****g tree. Ad lib it.” That I could do. He saw it in my eyes. I took my position. “Action!”
“I’m the woman you made me to be. You taught me what love is, remember? Just pretend I’m seven again, and this time, I’ll try not to throw up on your shoes when you touch me.”
The director never raised his voice to me on set ever again.
so I went behind the scenes to meet the director of the movie, but he wasn’t what I thought he would be. a short little man, Italian, with a strong odor. I wasn’t sure what to say, but he didn’t give me a chance to speak anyways. he turned on his heels, upon turning his nose up at me, and said, “this will never do.” next thing I knew, they were cutting and coloring my hair. makeup, wardrobe and then I was thrust into a scene of what was sadly, really my life. and so, instead of playing out some sort of fantasy, I got to play me.
Like I said the director should deserve to be known than the actors. That is all. Such an incredible person with such brilliant ideas.
Director is an incredible person who makes up so many ideas for just one movie. No one knows who the director in a specific movie, I always give credit to the director, not the actors.
She was late sand her heels kept slipping of her gfeet. Damn that bus, she cursed lounging her self past the foryee and into the main offices. Olivia Barnet was not the type of person to be late let alne during the time for a director inspection. She heard this one wasd a rather mean one. As she turned the corner, she could feel the cold hard stare of old Betty who seemed not to appreciate are truancy. I am already late,n yu don’t need to make me feel bad about it, Olivia thought btterly. She was about to get inti her office when she had a heard thump and feel flat on her buttom. Her swearing echoed through the office.this day couldn’t get any worse she thought . When she looked up she realised it could.
sometimes the great director smiles at me
but his smile turns to a frown
and my life turns for the worst
when i have sinned
i am in pain
when i blaspheme
i fall
Although, the actors of a movie get more fame, the director who is behind the screen gets less appreciation in cinema.
He saw the world in a different way. Everyone passed by wondering what he was staring at, what he was thinking about, where he was. When asked what preoccupied him, he always replied the same way, “There. I’m over there.”
A movie director, someone who is hard working. Such as someone who has created the Titanic, or Avatar. So Steven Spieldberg it is. A director is not something I would want to be in my life. I can’t really direct anyone. Not even myself.
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He was a director of movies, no maybe a director of lives. He liked to think he affected everyone he ever met and maybe he did.
She, however, was born to be The Star, so, maybe they were meant for each other.
The director looked at the play that he was about to direct. It’s a mess! He thought to himself as he walked around. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, so wrong! He yelled at his cast and set makers. This was definitely going to be a failure and he could see it already.
I am not a director. I’m a do-what-ever-you-want-me-to-er. But that doesn’t mean I’ll go against what I believe in. It just means I’m bad at choosing a font.
Director of Studies was his official title, though nobody really knew exactly what he did. He had always been around since the opening of the university and it showed. In the lines of his face and the wrinkles of his hands. Nobody knew what he did, but those select few that he trusted with his silent secrets.
Director. What is director? Someone who leads? Someone who has dirction. Not me. I don’t know my direction. What is it? To live? To aquire happiness? To love? TO educate myself. I don’t know. Will I ever know? WHat is it?
why is always director? this website likes directors. although the only ones i can name off the bat is m night shamalon and mel gibson. lol and that guy who directs all the awesome anime movies. that arent on netflix….
Movie directors are supposed to be the most creative beings as they should have the technique to lure the audience and make them show the movie their way. They need to have the best imaginative skills.
Squishy Ikea chairs.
The director.
“Action!” says the director
“Cut!” exclaims the director.
A person that guides things for other people.
A leader to a cast or crew or business.
He waltzes onto the set with a half-eaten bagel in one hand, a slightly crumpled script in the other. His gait pompous, his chin held at a haughty angle, with an entourage of admiring inferiors traipsing behind him.
my sock feet hit the tile.
“we’re rolling.”
he takes the toothbrush out of my hand,
directs me how to position my fingers.
breakfast has been laid out for me.
biting into a pear, I taste acrylic paint.
“we’re going to do that one again.”
I recap my lipstick and smear it off my lips.
I lock the front door behind me and I hear,
“she’s always in character.”
The director shouted loudly into his megaphone as flocks of actors, actresses, and make up artists ran hurriedly around the room. The man was tall and gaunt, and as the directions came so rose the stress level in the filming area. Cameras flashed and and soon the filming had begun.
He leaned back leisurely in his chair with the ease of a captain at the helm of his ship. “One more time,” he tells us. Cameramen and costars scurry past, trying their best to replicate the way things had been a moment ago. The director furrows his brows critically, and I can tell even before he speaks that he isn’t pleased.
Who is the director of my life, a question that everyone seems to ask. Something that plagues the very existance of our lives. Leading us to emptiness that we will never fill. We need to just seize the day and live for what is true. One love.
So he fell. He fell madly in love, in whatever way he could. There was nothing he could do, this was her movie, she was the producer, the director, the lead actress, and he was just her supporting actor, melting after every line.
The director screamed at the top of his lungs: “NO! NO! NO! Stop! Stop it, before my brain explodes! What is wrong with you people?! How are you even working actors?” His assistant scurried away in fear, clutching her boss’s Starbucks coffee in one hand and a constantly buzzing and beeping iPhone in the other.
The director danced her way to the position. Her save moves impressed not only the CEO of the company, but as well as the whole world as her dancing video went up on YouTube. Since then she was called Luli “La Bailadora”.
Don’t let anyone else be the director but you. This is your choice.
Yesterday I was watching a vlog by Hannah Hart of My Drunk Kitchen and she mentioned that she’d never be able to be a director.
I’ve always wanted to be one because it’d be fun and I can express my mind through actors and art and music.
It would be phenomenal.
Have you ever thought about what you were MEANT to do, instead of what you WANTED to do?
It’s kind of a difficult task. I’d just really love to be a pizza maker but, I’d be on the earth to be a director.
Maybe?
The man was cold and hollow, but he laughed and created beautiful things. It was a pity when he died. so Alone, so old. so unappreciated. But he died happy, without an apartment, having created something beautiful.
Whoever is directing this movie must really like coincidences. We live miles apart but share similar experiences. It seems impossible, but they happen. But should I really be that surprised? We say that what we have is like a movie, a perfect romance film. Our relationship is something special and she’s my shining star. I don’t want this movie to ever end so keep directing director. I love what your work and I love her.
Whoever is directing this movie must really like coincidences. We live miles apart but share similar experiences. It seems impossible, but they happen. But should I really be that surprised? We say that what we have is like a movie, a perfect romance film. I love what we have and she’s shining star. Don’t want this movie to ever end so keep directing director, whoever you are.
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His face was always a shroud, a ghostly shadow that danced behind heavy curtains. He pulled gossamer strings that breathed life into otherwise ordinary people. At other times, he cruelly forced interpretations, altercations, lamentations.
He grabbed her, hungry for more. She hesitated. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be… he was supposed to be romantic, charming. He wasn’t. she could smell the alcohol on his breath and realized that showbiz wasn’t always pretty.
He stood there selfishly watching her undress. He stopped himself from directing her, not wanting to break the breathless moment of her natural movements as she got ready to sneak beneath the covers to bed
The director of the show is the one in charge of everything, or at least thats how it seems. A great deal of effort came from us, the ones in the background. We were barely noticed.. only sought out by our family and friends that actually came to a show where we would not be seen, or heard, or noticed. We were the invisible.
the director chose a different direction this time.
not satisfied with sitting in her chair she stands up to move the whole scene around. A shift, everybody was moved off set and the drama began to unfold as we sat there, listening to the silence of it all.
The Director was on the line,
he walked it perfectly, balanced
between the media and the talking heads.
He carried a pistol and his reservations;
together they revolved around his head.
He was the Director.
“And action!” shouted the director. I froze. My mind was blank. I had no idea how to perform this scene. The entire concept as written had never been a part of my life. “Cut!” He was disgusted. “This is our sixth try. Don’t you have any idea what love is? Just tell him the lines!” He shouted. He moved dangerously close to my face, enunciating the words so close to me I felt spittle land on my lips. “I’m a woman. I know what love is. Now treat me like I’m your queen and make me sing your song,” he quoted from the script. “What the h*** is your problem?”
“I’ve never said such nonsense to a man, and I never would. Ever. It’s not real. No one ever speaks like that. The lines are asinine.”
“So make the lines real for you,” he snarled. “Draw on your personal experience and shake my f*****g tree. Ad lib it.” That I could do. He saw it in my eyes. I took my position. “Action!”
“I’m the woman you made me to be. You taught me what love is, remember? Just pretend I’m seven again, and this time, I’ll try not to throw up on your shoes when you touch me.”
The director never raised his voice to me on set ever again.
so I went behind the scenes to meet the director of the movie, but he wasn’t what I thought he would be. a short little man, Italian, with a strong odor. I wasn’t sure what to say, but he didn’t give me a chance to speak anyways. he turned on his heels, upon turning his nose up at me, and said, “this will never do.” next thing I knew, they were cutting and coloring my hair. makeup, wardrobe and then I was thrust into a scene of what was sadly, really my life. and so, instead of playing out some sort of fantasy, I got to play me.