I have been writing a screenplay. It's an okay idea, a film noir based around older door dash/ Uber drivers, manageable to shoot myself with my cadre of old film workers. It's a goal, and something to give my life some tentative meaning in the short term. I am writing it old school: screenplay from my own head, typed into a laptop. It's a slog. A first draft isn't really that fun. I have daydreamed about having CHAT/GPT or some such abomination do a first draft. In my head. I have not said this aloud or written it in an email or text. BOOM, I have multiple ads on Facebook, offering AI Film Production classes. Do they read your innermost thoughts now? Multiple, pitched directly at people over 40 years old. The idea being is, anybody can do it! The AI does all the work. Writes the screenplay, casts AI Actors, Animate/shoots and edits the end product, while you apparently watch helplessly. Why do you exist? It's incredibly depressing. Why should I even try? The AI show will be a certain level but probably good enough. My whole life seems suddenly superfluous to the sweatless output of an AI data vomit. The paintings I am working on could be shucked out in seconds, it will take me weeks. Demoralizing, degrading and shitty. Makes me want to start drinking again.
