I'm currently considering the plot outline for a future project, about a photographer who basically behaves like a walking CCTV camera. It starts with him genuinely wanting to be a good photographer, but he realizes he's talentless so he starts taking photos rather than making them, in hopes of getting something good. He does a couple times, but his luck starts drying out and deep down he knows he's a fraud hack who couldn't create a compelling picture if his life depended on it. He gets desperate, starts shooting dozens of rolls per day. Often doesn't bother developing them. The madness starts to consume him and his marriage is shattered. That only makes things worse, he needs the click of that shutter like a junkie needs a hit. More and more pics, gambles, but he's not winning any rounds. Eventually all the worry gives him bladder cancer. Jump cut, he's dead and there's thousands of rolls of undeveloped film at his home. All for nothing, most of those pictures will never be seen by anyone (and it's a good thing, because there's nothing worth looking at in most of them). Working title: Cellulloid Madness.