If I'm ever driving down a winding country road in a grey autumnal afternoon and I realize I am being framed in a helicopter shot, I will simply turn around and go right back the way I came. I don't know why people don't get this. The Shining came out like 50 years ago.
[my hands on the wheel at 10 & 2, listening to old folk music on the radio, squinting to see Stanley Kubrick's personal helicopter in the rearview]
Hm. Well, a couple things could be happenin' here. The camera could be establishing a sense of psychological distance from me, its subject, for tonal or thematic purposes. Or perhaps it's meant to embody an inhuman malevolence, vast n' nameless, peering at the mere speck I am to its grand designs.
Either way, I'm turnin' back. That BBQ place is worth an hour's drive but it ain't worth this.
