truly had not experienced the depths of hopelessness until i tried to gently ask my classmate if he understood the racist implications of writing a spy thriller in which the principle antagonist was the prime minister of australia . who happened to be chinese, but like several generations worth of chinese, dating back to to the railroad workers from the 1880’s . an antagonist who, without ever having stepped foot into china, somehow felt a deep and unflinching loyalty to their “motherland” and a violent hatred towards the people who wronged ancestors, who had infiltrated the government with the express purpose of bringing the country to its knees as vengeance. the blank look that came over him . head empty. sometimes the people you meet in screenwriting class are the exact stereotype you only ever thought existed in movies . sometimes your classmate is actually just a white guy who has never been told his ideas are dumb as shit and kind of . um. orientalist.
and before you ask, yes there was a graphic description of the aftermath of a yakuza execution via fancy katana <3















