Don't be so fucking serious.

In Rent, AIDS seems to be a disease which renders one cuter and cuter. The characters are artists, creative types. Some of them are homosexual, and the ones who aren’t homosexual don’t even seem to mind! They screen their calls, and when it is their parents, they roll their eyes - they hate their parents. They are never going back to Largemount, no way! They will stay here, in their 2000 square feet of picturesque poverty, being sexually free and creative. Here’s some ways to broadcast creativity in a movie: Sit at a typewriter, reading the page you’ve just written, realise that it’s shit and toss it behind you (cut to wastepaper basket overflowing with crumpled paper.) Here’s what they do in Rent to show that they are creative: Nothing! They do nothing. They hang out. And hanging out can be marvelous, but hanging out does not make you an artist. A second-hand wardrobe does not make you an artist. Neither do a hair-trigger temper, melancholic nature, hating your parents, nor even HIV. I hate to say it, but none of these can make you an artist. They can help. But just as being gay does not make one witty - you can suck a mile of cock, it does not make you Oscar Wilde. Believe me, I have tried - the only thing that makes you an artist is making art, and that takes the opposite of hanging out.

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