Kek is a story of love. Loss. Forgiveness. Redemption. Moral ambiguity. One of the first movies of it's kind in the entire field; a unique masterpiece not contained by the confines of Gmod's limitation. No. Kek transforms the very medium of a "movie", asks questions of standard film techniques, and spits in the face of a definition. "Media" is too small of a scope to accurately describe what Kek is. So much so that Kek, a creation so dense, would leave Albert Einstein scratching his head at its very existence. Kek even makes political, scientific, social, and economic commentary thorough enough to make 3000 offshoots of current theories that hold the keys to unlock the universes secrets. And that, ultimately, is what Kek is. Not a film, not a movie, not a comedy, but a culmination of the human experience; everything that ever will be and has come to pass. Kek is WE, the human being. It becomes evident when the entire universe gets blown up because of war -- a subtle critique on the never-ending cycle of death and destruction we face as a species. But truly, nothing means more to me than having the lead role as John Adams. Oscars and Nobels are but scrap metal comparatively to being part of this creation. It is truly the highest honor that could ever have been bestowed upon me. Where awards and medals are finite; human-crafted measures of accomplishment, being an actor on Kek is more than that -- it goes deeper than the very fiber of our being -- it is the feeling of oneness with the universe, feeling the atoms in your vessel shift and contort, and renew your spirit. It is the feeling...the feeling of finally being enlightened. Truly, no accolade compares.
"Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors- No-yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon to death." -- John Keats
10/10 ig idk. Watch it. Or not. I don't care :P...
"Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors- No-yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon to death." -- John Keats
10/10 ig idk. Watch it. Or not. I don't care :P...