Danger’s Manifesto

My name is Desiree “Danger” Bowie. I am a self made film geek who grew up in a less than pretty, poverty stricken area of the great city of Los Angeles. From a very young age I was introduced to movies, and while my classmates ate glue and played tetherball, I thought I was “Dorothy” from the “Wizard of Oz”.  Don’t get me wrong, now  I was no 5 year old agoraphobe , I lived outside, in the day I explored, but every night I was transformed bit by bit into a mini movie enthusiast. Learning to skateboard when I was 8, I was pretending to be “Donatello” from “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles”.  Playing baseball at 12, I was a bit player in the “Sandlot”. Fast forward to 17 years of age when I contemplated starting my own “Fight Club” because it was in Tyler Durden that I trusted.

My drawn out point is that I live to write, in fact I trotted out of the womb with a  pen and scrap paper, ready to litter the world with my colorful word play and forward opinions . I’ve been in retail incarceration camp since 18 years of age and baby wants out. I did my time in movie school and I’m on my knees at the foot of the bed, sending prayers out to the high heavens on a nightly basis for a membership into the film world or at least a trial run so I can start a  cool minor league film colony  of my own. Movies helped me forget about growing up underprivileged and helped me enjoy  being the underdog,  because 9 out of 10 times, the underdog wins.

Surpassing music by miles, you can get lost for 2 hours inside of a good flick, even a bad one. The ability to take one outside of themselves in this art form is as close to a religious experience as you can get outside of meditation or church. I am in love with movies.  I mean I get physically sick if I’m not watching or speaking of this superior medium. Every facet of film making is hugely intriguing for me. Cinematography, casting, screenplays, scores, storyboards, extras, rewrites, all the way down to marketing, distribution and scouting locations. The world of film is the most impossibly desirable art form in existence and I walk on hot coals every time I decide to inflict my meager judgments on any movie, because they take so much effort and hard work to create. I have my inner battles, but the truth is those who can’t do, review. And until I figure out a way to sell my works or shoot my own movie this keeps my eyes on the prize. Sorry if this got to real for you.

In closing, please enjoy my rants and urban observations.  I’m awesome, true story.

Do you have  compliments, complaints, love and hate mail for me?

dangerbowie@gmail.com

I’ll be waiting.