Though I'm sure I have my favourite obscure, elite, and pompous words (none of which I can think of at the moment), I'm more a words-in-combination guy. I particularly like alliterative phrases and often seem at my best when expressing contemptuous sarcasm or disdain.
What was that phrase...a movie line I think..."he never pushed a noun against verb unless to blow something up"...When I'm in a high dudgeon or consumed with visceral outrage, that's me...
Here's a little example from a memo I shot off a few years to the various heads of a studio and the producers after I watched a preview of a movie of mine they ruined...
"A mulit-faceted, multi-dimensional character-rich script had been reduced to one-dimension. And though the one dimension that remained was mine, it was in such tatters, it resembled the devoured, emaciated carcass of a once-full-bodied, glossy-hided, beautiful beast. What had been mature and dense was now simplistic and puerile."
"What happened? Howcum? WHY? Beats me. If all I had to do was fight battles of creative differences, I might know. Unfortunately, I have to waste most of my time waging war against a lack of rudimentary common sense...Do I need a soul-searing megaphone to shout down into the dusty, decaying stale corridors of torpid, tepid mentalities and hope that it finally resounds with some simple echo of clarity and intelligence?...I tried calm reasoning, cajoling, humour, rage, pleading, and weeping. Nothing stopped the simple-minded march to destruction.
"...And maybe it will make money. God knows it wouldn't be the first time a bad movie has turned a profit (and regardless of how much money it might make, make no mistake, it will always be a bad movie). Maybe [the star's] cachet is enough to turn this sad, sloppy-silly, slap-dash, mish-mash piece of hash into a money-maker. I personally doubt it. This labour of indifferent, insipid, uninspired film-making seems destined for critical contempt and audience ennui.
"But let's hope it makes money, for NO ONE CAN TAKE ANY SENSE OF ARTISTIC PRIDE OR ACCOMPLISHMENT IN THIS PEDESTRIAN PUDDLE OF PATHETIC, UNPROFESSIONAL, PANDERING POOP!"
It did not make money needless to say, though I did get a nice residual cheque for it the other day. Which since I ain't getting any artistic satisfaction from it, I'm glad to scrape the occasional financial one from it.
