David Miranda Hardy

Professor Hardy is the best film Professor I could have asked for. Despite a never ending flow of projects and group assignments, he was extremely accommodating and willing to provide extra support outside of class. He's also just such a great personality to have around! Expect lots of time in the editing room and be willing to make friends with your classmates since collaboration is key if you want to manage your time well.

Professor Hardy is the best film Professor I could have asked for. Despite a never ending flow of projects and group assignments, he was extremely accommodating and willing to provide extra support outside of class. He's also just such a great personality to have around! Expect lots of time in the editing room and be willing to make …Read more

This course helped me discover my interest in screenwriting and see what all is required to be a screenwriter. At first, I didn't believe that screenwriting was a necessary profession, I have now gained a deeper understanding and appreciation for it.

This was less a film class and more a hostage situation with subtitles. Professor Miranda Hardy seemed allergic to enthusiasm, discussion, or literally anything resembling engagement. Lectures consisted of monotone readings from Wikipedia-level notes, with the occasional name-drop of obscure directors to remind us they once watched a movie. The syllabus was a mess — outdated films with no clear thematic connection, and when students asked why we were watching anything, the response was either a sigh or silence. Also, he was just a total jerk during personal conversation unless you were a quirky art kid! Class participation counted for a huge chunk of the grade, but trying to speak was like shouting into the void. Either you were ignored, interrupted, or corrected with bizarre tangents that made even less sense than the films. Grading? Completely arbitrary. I got a B+ on a paper that I literally submitted blank as a test. Worst of all, they somehow made film — FILM! — boring. This class killed my love for cinema. I walked in wanting to be the next Scorsese. I left wanting to burn my Criterion Collection. Run. Don’t walk. This is not education — it’s cinematic punishment.

This was less a film class and more a hostage situation with subtitles. Professor Miranda Hardy seemed allergic to enthusiasm, discussion, or literally anything resembling engagement. Lectures consisted of monotone readings from Wikipedia-level notes, with the occasional name-drop of obscure directors to remind us they once watched a …Read more