I am here to say that some of this may be true. But watching this MOVIE affected me in a profound way.
tim rogers and his many “friends” (the display of them makes them feel more like collectibles) spend approximately 90 minutes complaining, being hungry, ogling an unbelievable quantity of women, discomforting strangers, making vacant quips, and being overall miserable.
It made me want to be a different person. It made me want to be like him.
There is a shimmering veneer over this entire documentary, one of drugs, and sex, of networking, being exhibited, and of constantly forming facades. tim rogers is very clearly a liar. He is also incredibly genuine here.
When you are able to watch someone lie enough times, with the knowledge that they are almost never telling the truth, it shows deeper forms than you can see in someone with a self-assurance that they are telling the truth.
When someone lies, they always do so for a reason. People don’t always have a belief for a reason.
People believe things because it “seems right” to them. Their intuition is as uncountable as the knowledge of how many have died of a gunshot wound to the chest versus to the head.
When someone lies, and you see through it, it points directly at what they are trying to hide. The perception from which they’re trying to lead you astray. It gets at the heart of their own insecurity.
tim rogers, shown here a few days after turning 31, presents a persona; seen more in his earlier work, portraying someone eager to “make it in the big leagues.” He espouses his dream of turning his ragtag group of game designers into a “real, VIP company.” This can be seen, not hidden, but in plain sight, as it permeates through the air of countless interactions with roving passersby.
In the first minutes of GET BONUS, you are shown footage of tim rogers riding alongside a friend, and as I turn back the wheel of time from 1:30:19 (the documentary’s end) to 7:44, I am struck by a wave of emotion.
The feeling is visceral. I struggle to describe it.
In GET BONUS, I see a million worlds. A million pathways, that my life could’ve taken.
Many years ago, I watched a film. I read just enough of the description to be unsure whether it was a mockumentary, or a documentary. In it, the protagonist is purported to be the subject of the film. The subject places the filmmaker through a series of arduous undertakings, through which the filmmaker gradually loses heart, his passion to continue creating the film, and his understanding of why he began in the first place. It turns to him..
The filmmaker is now the subject.
There are innumerable faces that you can wear. I can wear more than most. Is this a blessing, or a disease?
tim rogers shows me a road where I, too, tried to “make it big.” A road where the screams inside me were numbed by gradually increasing wants for camaradery, acquisition, prolificity, and comfort, turned to obsessions over acclaim, [intentionally left blank], ownership, and intoxication; I am crying again. I don’t know why.
The path I would take is easy. For most of my life, I’ve been
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