If a screenwriter fails to move us with the purity of a dramatized scene, he cannot, like a novelist in authorial voice, or the playwright in soliloquy, hide behind his words. He cannot smooth a coating of explanatory or emotive language over cracks in logic, blotchy motivation, or colorless emotion and simply tell us what to think or how to feel.
The camera is the dread X–ray machine of all things false. It magnifies life many times over, then strips naked every weak or phony story turn, until in confusion and frustration we’re tempted to quit. Yet, given determination and study, the puzzle yields. Screenwriting is full of wonders but no unsolvable mysteries.
Fake is fake is fake is fake is fake…
You get the idea.
Right?