Wednesday, January 31, 2007

ESOSM three questions

Describe any interesting, troublesome or thought provoking examples of characterization or plot from Eternal Sunshine.

-characterization: Mary really turns into a main catalyst for change at the end of the movie, her character helps everyone else realize the reality of what they had done.
-plot: everything that happened at the beginning of the movie ends up being what happens at the end, after Clementine and Joel erased each other from their memories. They meet again, seemingly proving that the Mind Erasing was pointless.

Describe at least one technique you want to try in you screenplay.

Voiceover: of a guy's thoughts about a girl and vice versa. How he might look at her out of the corner of his eye and think thoughts said outloud to the viewer.

Describe one aspect of Eternal Sunshine that won't work in the short format.

Subplot: you can't have a plot within a plot that ties intricately within the other, it won't work in the short time frame you have for a screenplay.

Friday, January 26, 2007

...i guess...

a girl being in a boy's body and vice versa (classic Freaky Friday stuff)

a dream becoming reality

the love of your life loving someone else

seeing someone you care about die

white kid, raised well, never exposed to dangers of the ghetto, submerged into all black school where his eyes are opened to the kind of hell people go through in life

anti-war young man/woman getting drafted and the what they secretly do to rebel

living in a society where emotion is kept under control

fraternity life at the extreme

living in a world without music

being in a bank when it's getting robbed, and finding a way to get the bad guys

"Eternal Sunshine" questions

Some ways that the writer (Charlie Kaufman) created character in the movie are through the use of direct and indirect characterization.

The audience gets to know Joel when he directly says: "Why do I fall in love with every woman who pays me the least bit of attention?" (or something like that). This direct characterization lets us know that Joel is a man who hasn't become accostomed to a woman's gaze on him, he's shy, insecure, and falls hopelessly in love very easily. When Joel meets Clementine for the first time on the train we see indirect characterization through his actions toward her... not much eye contact, excuses for not talking to her, shying away when she gets near him, etc, etc.

The audience gets to know Clementine when she directly says: "I can be a cold hard b****." (or something like that). This direct characterization lets us know that Clementine sees herself as well... a person that can be both sweet and caring, and cold and hard. When Clementime meets Joel for the first time we see indirect characterization through her actions toward him... being extremely forward, not afraid to get intimate, constantly talking, very crazy, etc, etc.

I believe I'll be able to use direct characterization mostly, indirect not so much. Becuz the screenplay will only be ten minutes long, I won't have enough time to drop hints for the audience to figure out who my characters are by themselves.

Some ways that the writer (Charlie Kaufman) handled the plot was through exposition in the movie. The conflict of Clementine erasing Joel from her memory and vice-versa is shown through flashbacks in time, the climax occuring when Joel realizes what she has done, and then finding out that Patrick, one of the technicians erasing his memory, is now with Clementine. All this is shown through Joel's out of body experiences throughout the whole process of erasing his memory.

Some limitations regarding plot in a short film is that you don't have the luxury of time. Therefore, your plot can't be as intricate as that in "Eternal Sunshine," you can't get that indepth with your characters and everything has to be upfront so that the audience can leave feeling that they understood what your movie was all about.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Screenplay Writing

Writing the Short Film

What is the rule of thumb for the length of a movie/ number of pages of the script?
~Feature film screenplays = 120 pages (2 hours) / Short screenplay = 1 minute - 40 minutes [1 page = 1 minute of screenplay]
What are the major ways that short films differ from feature films?
~based on situation not story
~no elaborate plot structure

Conceiving Our Story

What is the "Dramatic Moment" in the film?
~"Papa, papa, why do you drink?" And his father slurringly answers, "Because of Mama."
What are the major conflicts/ questions in "Because of Mama?
~How did Papa become an alcoholic? What emotions does he feel?
~Where is Mama? Why did she leave? Who is she? What does she expect of her boy and papa?
~Who will the boy end up pleasing? Will he be torn between pleasing papa and mama? Who will he grow to be?

Determining the Structure

The writer claims that for a short screenplay "a good story needs to have an archetypal storyline and a big idea." Why does he state this, and do you agree?
~The writer states this becuz he believes, in his experience, that to make a good story you have to have these two elements that will create a sense of conflict and plot development short enough to make a good short screenplay. I agree with this statement to a certain point, depending on what your view of a "big idea" is. The writer might not think a big idea is writing about a lost dog, but when you add conflict and well developed characters you get a good story.

Discovering/Crafting Images

What is exposition, and how did the writers decide to handle it in the example they give?
~Writing which exposes what character are thinking, explain why they are thinking it, or writing that gives the reader a peek into the characters' backstory and workings of their mind.
~The writers couldn't verbally express thru the son how he was feeling about his father's drinking and mother's demands, becuz the son is a character of few words. Therefore they send a visual message to the audience..."When the boy gets home and sits down to practice, we see that he is wearing his father's hockey uniform and his own skates. The vision is powerful: he'd rather be playing hockey, but he's being a dutiful son and practicing cello, as he promised his mother."

Writing Scenes. Beginnings, Middles, Ends / Tips for Writing Engaging Scenes

What are the three things you read in these sections that you found the most interesting/ helpful and that you will implement.
~1) To have a strong beginning, you need to know your ending.
~2) In a short narrative the relationship between a film's beginning, resolution, and end should come full circle, whatever elements you lay out as essential in the beginning must be apparent in the resolution and the end.
~3) A good scene has a clear purpose.

Exercises- Do exercise #1

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Signed With Love

For the first time in my life I felt the cold sting of steel handcuffs biting into my skin. I couldn't believe I was actually getting arrested. The sheriff tightened the cuffs to fit my wrists, and I turned around to face him.

"You ready to do this?" the sheriff asked with a question in his eyes. I gave him a coy smile, and just like in those cheesy action flicks I replied: "I was born ready."

The day started off like any other, my parents and two older sisters had already left the house, all four yawning due to lack of sleep. The light in my parents' room had been shining under their door, illuminating a small section of the hallway for a good amount of the night. What they were doing I can only speculate. My sisters, God bless their souls, were battling their own demons in the form of Chemistry formulas and Calculus equations. We all had a busy night, me especially.

The combination of creeping darkness and slivers of moonlight through my blinds were perfect ingredients for the evil that was brewing within me. I knew evil had lain dormant in my soul for far too long, hidden in the recesses of mind and body, but tonight was the night evil would be resurrected.

My plan was flawless in every way, shape, and form. The best I had ever conjured was made that night, March 31st; it's still marked on my calendar as "Plan E." E for Evil. Perfection in essence; this opportunity for evil came but once a year, I was the puppet master, holding each character by the strings, bending them to fit my will. Who was to know that working behind the curtains was another character hiding from sight, one whom had placed me in the middle of the stage, preparing to work magic on my
unsuspecting soul.

The end of the day came by quicker than usual; my friends were wary of me. They knew today’s date and distanced themselves for fear of succumbing to my evil ways. But they need not worry. The play had yet to begin, the curtains yet to rise it was almost time.

*Ring Ring*

"Hello?" In just that one word I could hear the worry and anxiety in my mother's voice emanating through the telephone wires, I convinced myself that she would be laughing later and didn't pay any mind to her emotions.

"Hello, is anyone there?" Again, that rising sense of panic.

"Hey ma, it's me." I allowed my voice to disguise the sarcastic tone it usually held when I was playing a prank on someone, I had learned to overcome this weakness these past years of maturity. I refocused on convincing my mother that something was terribly wrong. "Joanna? Oh thank the
Lord, where are you? Why didn't you answer your cell phone? Do you know how late it is?" I looked at the clock above the words "Austin Police Department," it was only 8:00, that was late to my parents. I snickered under my breath.

"Ma, I'm all right, but I don't have much time to talk. They only gave me one phone call." I had to bite my lip from laughing out loud. How awkward that line sounded, like something out of a movie. "I'm being held at the Austin Police Department ma. I got arrested, and they need you and Daddy to come by and clarify a few things." The silence on the other line was the best part of that phone call. I could practically see the disbelief, anger, worry, and questions on my mother's face. "Mom, are you still there?" I cued my partner in crime, Sheriff Dane--nicknamed Daddy D, to say his line.

In a loud voice he said: "Young lady, your time is up, time to go back to your cell." I winked at him and mouthed the words "thanks," Daddy D was awesome for helping me out like this. He was still a kid at heart and got as much of a kick out of this as I ever did.

The gasp that escaped my mother's lips was more like a hiss. I do believe she had thought this was another one of my infamous pranks, but was now convinced otherwise. Lovely, everything was falling into place quite nicely. "We'll come get you." The click on the other line was a bit sudden and unexpected but definitely satisfying. I hung up slowly and turned around to face Daddy D. “We did it,” I exclaimed excitedly, “high five for Plan E.” The look on Sheriff Dane’s face stopped me cold in my tracks. All blood had drained from his face, and he was looking over my head at something I knew I did not wish to see. I slowly swallowed a lump of fear in my throat, and I closed my eyes and pivoted to see the horrors that awaited me.

"Oh shiznit." This was not good, nope, very not good. I was looking at a hulk of man muscle, bigger than Sheriff Dane, bigger than anything I'd ever seen. With steely eyes and a grim face, he was looking straight at me. Very slowly, he pulled out his handcuffs, and I knew what would happen next.

"Young lady, you are under arrest, and I think you know why." I stood open-mouthed at the head honcho of the Austin Police Department and thought, "Holy Mary Mother of God, I've made a big mistake." Everything had taken a sudden 180-degree turn. How was this possible? Sheriff Dane and I had already worked out the plan. The area of the building we were in would be deserted save for him and I. My parents would come, flip out, then I'd tell them the good news of this being just another prank, and everyone would stay for milk and cookies and life would be happy once more. If only life were just milk and cookies.

For the first time in my life I felt the cold sting of steel handcuffs biting into my skin. I couldn't believe I was actually getting arrested. This was no joke, this was real life, and according to head honcho man I had committed a serious offense. Chills broke out across my body and I looked to Sheriff Dane for help. There was no life when I looked at him. He was staring straight ahead without emotion. He was just as S.O.L. as I was. Handcuffs were then placed on my partner's wrists, and my fate was forever sealed with metal bars. I was surprised to find my cheeks
wet with tears. "What had I done?" I was only playing. “You can't keep me here!” Nobody heard my cry, nobody saw my tears of frustration and loneliness. And yet there were still my parents, they'd get me out of this fix I was in, yes, that was it, they'd be my rescuers! Somewhere around the corner of my prison cell I heard a pattering of feet. I jumped to my feet awaiting my rescue.

"Sir, Ma'am, please step into my office, you'll get a chance to see your daughter soon." Those same words that were supposed to come out of Sheriff Dane's mouth came out of that man that had done this to me.

"Mama, Daddy, I'm over here!" That sharp intake of breath, I knew she had heard me.

"Jo? Where's my baby?"

"Esther, we need to follow this man, and see what he has to say. Girls, keep a hold of your mom."

My sisters were here too, oh man, I was still in a state of disbelief and shock. He would tell my family lies; they're all lies. I'm innocent I tell you! Fifteen agonizing minutes passed by, fifteen minutes of lies and deceit. Finally! I stared at my family through bars of steel, what I saw was hurt, anger, and mistrust. How would my family ever believe in me after this?

That man, oh how I hated him. "She'll be spending the evening here, but because she's still a minor she'll be able to leave in the morning." No words were exchanged as I looked helplessly at my family, they just stared at me, like I was a caged animal or something, something foreign to look at with wide eyes and open mouths. I had enough of this, I turned my back to them until I heard their receding footsteps and the door locking closed again.

That night was filled with nightmares and tears, fitful sleeping, tossing and turning, never fully asleep, trying desperately to get even an ounce of good sleep. But these barren walls wouldn't even allow me that luxury. I opened my eyes around 6:00 A.M. The sun slanting through the caged window mocked me, a reminder of a life I once had that will never be again. It took me awhile to realize something had changed since the evening before, what was it? Curiosity aroused me from the bed, I looked around slowly, wondering, wondering. What was it? Oh that's weird... huh... it took my brain a bit to register that my prison doors really were wide open. I was dreaming, that had to be it. I pinched my skin just to really wake me up. "Ow!" A red mark appeared on my skin... huh... that's pretty weird too. I got up slowly, thinking this was some cruel prank, that when I approached the doors they'd lock again somehow. But they didn't. Barefoot I crept to the end of the hall, a simple brown envelope with my name on it awaited me on top of a table.

I opened it and shook out the contents; a piece of white computer paper fell facedown on the floor. Picking it up and turning it over I read in small print, at the center of the page, the words... "April Fools." " Signed with love: Sheriff Dane, Dad, Mom, Mag, Eileen, and "'Hulk.'"