This girl made a feature-length movie. She is twelve. TWELVE.
Do you know what I was doing when I was twelve? Staring at Baywatch hoping for nipple-slips and trying to figure out how to unscramble the porn channel.
A full length film. At twelve. Do you have any idea what kind of monumental undertaking that is? What it means to accomplish that feat? Pause for a moment and imagine just how many 40-year old directors are still dreaming of doing this.
I haven’t been this depressed since I failed to figure out how to unscramble the porn channel. (To this day, slightly garbled static and bad tv reception still kinda turn me on.)
I totally suck.