The West Side Is Among Us Again

Whit Stillman not only lives, he writes in the Guardain about what the heck he’s been working on all this time. Some adaptation that didn’t work out, a script about Jamaican gospel churches…
As I’ve gone from identifying with the protagonists of Metropolitan to the aging yuppie at the bar at JG Melon’s in Metropolitan, I have to say, I’m a little put off by Mr. Stillman’s apparently laconic–or wary, maybe–approach to filmmaking.
But that’s probably because I seem to be doing the same thing, bouncing back and forth in stolen moments between pipe dream projects and adaptations. I just haven’t got three features under my belt.
Confessions of a serial drifter [guardian via greencine]