I really did not know where to put this, but is just a bit of ramblings and thoughts of a character and how he grew beyond my expectations.
A while ago, I had a secondary character losely based on Steve Hytner's role in Working. I wanted a jaded, Al Bundy-type of a man who was disappointed about life, like professor DiMartino in Daria, a man who was guided by "The world is crude and man is rude, that's all the truth".
He was just a minor character, a counterweight to a double act where the other one was completely different to him: optimistic, free-minded, cheerfully insane.
Then, there was a political turn on the story, the other one would be a member of the liberal party, so this character would be a conservative. I saw him then more like a 1950's dad mixed up with Joe McCarthy and a bit of Nixon here and there: a bit paranoid, wanting to protect his country against the world.
But then, this is a man who was self-made, who escalated through his own wits in his party and the government to be what he is, he needed something, a motive for his obsession of cleansing and Americana. It struck me, he's not like them, he's an outsider.
I thought of Kirk Douglas, how he was born Issur Danielovitch and how remarkably he embodied psychically how I pictured the character: stong jaw, blond hair, rigid factions and thought that it would be the perfect pathos for such character: a man who has dedicated his entire life to fit in a society stepping over his own kind to seek perfection, a dream, an obsession.
And I don't wanted to make him conservative because so, no, he's a man who believes how each person reaches his own potential without any help, adapt into the enviroment to become part of it and that his nation has become the strongest nation because of will and muscle and wits and other nations must learn to deal with it, I accidentally had created a parody of the Randian man. A man who only lives for himself.
But he would fall, in the zenit of his power, when they thought he could become a presidential candidate they discovered his real self, the self he conciously killed to become one with the country and his political party gave him the back, but since he was too powerful they simply moved him sideways in the government to a dead-end job to live a dead-end life.
And the funniest part? I haven't written a single word of this story, yet, I have given a lot of thought and dedication to this single character, weird, isn't?
A while ago, I had a secondary character losely based on Steve Hytner's role in Working. I wanted a jaded, Al Bundy-type of a man who was disappointed about life, like professor DiMartino in Daria, a man who was guided by "The world is crude and man is rude, that's all the truth".
He was just a minor character, a counterweight to a double act where the other one was completely different to him: optimistic, free-minded, cheerfully insane.
Then, there was a political turn on the story, the other one would be a member of the liberal party, so this character would be a conservative. I saw him then more like a 1950's dad mixed up with Joe McCarthy and a bit of Nixon here and there: a bit paranoid, wanting to protect his country against the world.
But then, this is a man who was self-made, who escalated through his own wits in his party and the government to be what he is, he needed something, a motive for his obsession of cleansing and Americana. It struck me, he's not like them, he's an outsider.
I thought of Kirk Douglas, how he was born Issur Danielovitch and how remarkably he embodied psychically how I pictured the character: stong jaw, blond hair, rigid factions and thought that it would be the perfect pathos for such character: a man who has dedicated his entire life to fit in a society stepping over his own kind to seek perfection, a dream, an obsession.
And I don't wanted to make him conservative because so, no, he's a man who believes how each person reaches his own potential without any help, adapt into the enviroment to become part of it and that his nation has become the strongest nation because of will and muscle and wits and other nations must learn to deal with it, I accidentally had created a parody of the Randian man. A man who only lives for himself.
But he would fall, in the zenit of his power, when they thought he could become a presidential candidate they discovered his real self, the self he conciously killed to become one with the country and his political party gave him the back, but since he was too powerful they simply moved him sideways in the government to a dead-end job to live a dead-end life.
And the funniest part? I haven't written a single word of this story, yet, I have given a lot of thought and dedication to this single character, weird, isn't?
