Maybe I’m late to this one. Maybe I’m hopelessly late to this one. I wouldn’t know–I just narrowly escaped being offed execution-style, and am nursing a vicious forearm dog bite. My hands are bleeding, I’m leaping and bounding through a fighter-jet graveyard, and there’s something like 20 burly, upset suit bros riding my tail.  

And that’s it, right there. This, people, is how you use something like a GoPro to completely rethink storytelling and perspective. Together with cinema drones, this sort of first-person view, which is actually the official video for Biting Elbows’ forgettable tune, “Bad Motherfucker,” stands to uproot all our existing notions of filmmaking. And that rules.