I have plans :3
So you know that comic that starts with, “When I was a little girl…” and is about making 1000 paper stars? Well I don’t know if you know this, but I make films, and this is like one of my favorite comics ever and I’m seriously thinking about adapting it into a film. And oh my gosh the feels. I’m going to be crying and directing at the same time. We’re going to have to stop filming some scenes because I’m going to be bawling in a corner.
Lindsay should really star in a film about parental violence and such, because since Confessions of a Broken Heart was such a heart-touching video, and since she’s actually been through that kind of abuse, the role would definitely be perfect for her. Displaying raw emotion and all, I just think THAT is the role that would get Lindsay back on top, I sure hope she gets into a film like this. do any of you guys think that or is that just me?
Clutch
There’s something eerie about nightclubs.
Especially in a story context.
By subtext, we want to unleash all our hidden desires, flesh out of insecurities and form alternative personalities.
By the next morning, we pretend it never happened.
But what if every-time you became that person, a little bit of it was stuck inside you?
Coursework can go die...
Im drowned in a shit load of coursework especially in film studies -__- I have to make a film pitch and script/storyboard/magazine cover by friday… FML.
Id really appreciate it if you guys could help me on this tiny liddu favour, I choose to do horror since its probably easiest to do and I already have some stuff from last year in media studies…
Do you guys have any ideas on a good horror film plot?
Currently writing a short scene.
It’s not great because I’m not the best writer (I’m already being hard on myself). I have improved thanks to all the writing I am able to do in school and on my free time. But, I really have to develop this story in order for it to mean something or even be a tad bit funny. My scene is kind of a tribute to Quentin Tarantino, specifically Vince and Jules’ scene in Pulp Fiction. It’s going to be about two best friends trying to get rid of a body and the series of events that follow( Very much like Pulp Fiction). Except, they’re not real criminals, they’re just two guys who enjoy smoking and watching old Scooby Doo episodes. That’s basically it. It’s short, funny, and needs some distinct lighting. I want it to have a mustard yellow look with dark reds( blood and what not). So yeah, let me know what you think :]. Thank you.
Fat People Can't Jump
Recently due to an agressive piece of graffitti (which everyone says is overboard but i love cause its true, dead men can’t rape) I had a wonderful film idea.
A group of fat misfits find themselves trying to loose weight in an amatuer basketball league.
The first team they play are the champions and thinnies. They are mean and the temper of the one of the fat team members gets to them and they bet them some rediculous thing that they’ll meet them again in the championship and beat them.
Obviously there will be many a montage and a resounding message of being ok with your body, however first everyone on the team will try the speed, no eating, smoking diet with one or two of them trading not eating with bulimea.
It will be the most contriversial film since that gay cowboy one.
Break You Open (airplay)
Jonathan vanAtomI love this song. :D
Found it on dA and might as well use it for something. Put film ideas in my ask.
Oh my gosh I came up with some original film ideas?!
Yes, that’s right. Alongside filming a short 10 minute comedy with Lucy Smith-Jones and Co. I’ve actually come up with some half decent ideas for films that might happen somewhere in the near future.
Plot twist: They’re not going to have much to do with Trichromatix’ work!!
The ideas:
- Almost lovers - based on the idea of that ‘mathmatical romance’. I forget the name of the actual equation, but the graph of the lines that curve towards each other but never meet. It’s a story of two people as they attempt to get closer to each other, but in the end their paths inevitably move away from one another. Bittersweet Romance.
- Assassin’s Creed Original Short #1 - I’ve been wanting to do an original modern day assassin’s short for a while and I’ve finally come up with two story lines to choose from. #1 is the story of a Female secretary for a British Politician, she is a member of the Assassin’s brotherhood, and is trying to push the cause of said politician forward against others who away from the light of the media support the templar cause. However, whilst in the middle of her work she is caught by her boss (the politician) and being in the wrong place at the wrong time, she is now put into a bad light, but was it worth it for the Assassin’s cause?
- Assassin’s Creed Original Short #2 - An older middle age(?) single father is a retired Assassin, living on benefits and in a council flat he’s haunted by the work he once used to do, but unable to live on normally. Whilst he tries (and fails) to raise his young, teenage daughter will he ever be able to escape the nightmares of his past? Or will he have to give up his cowardice in order to protect his way of life?
Out-foxed
I had an idea for a film/short today.
It starts with a guy, Henry, running through a forest, running from something. We don’t see what is chasing him, but we hear crashing and rending of trees, and the occasional scream as some other poor sod is caught. Henry hides beneath a fallen tree, and thinks
“How did this happen?”
It had been such a good day, full of pomp and joy. Everyone in their bests, tricked out for this show. Crowds gathered, and there was a tingle in the air. The dogs picked up on this, barking excitedly, which only added to the atmosphere. There was a conspicuous absence of people from ethnic minorities, except for the odd bartender in the tents.
In what seemed like no time they were on their way, trotting out to fanfares, the horses enjoying the exercise. It looked like a good day.
Henry froze. He held his breath, then slowly and quietly exhaled. He closed his eyes, and prayed he imagined the footfalls. The slight mechanical whirl near stopped his heart. He damned his colours just then, fully appreciating the irony of being hunted down whilst wearing red.
The hounds had caught the scent! The speed picked up, the huntsman’s horn blaring out. The horses and riders reacted almost by instinct, following the ones in front obediently. The hounds were getting louder, firing the blood. The air lit with excitement at the prospect of what was to come.
Henry was silently crying now, struggling to keep from sobbing loudly. He could hear it moving closer, but was too afraid to move. If he stayed still and low then maybe it wouldn’t find him.
It had gone to ground. The dogs crowded round the foxhole, and the call went up for the terriers to flush the fox out. As they were brought forward, a low rumbling started. Quizzical looks were exchanged, and shrugged off. The terriers were set in, and everyone sat back in anticipation of the kill. A pained whimper shot through the crowd. It set teeth on edge. Then that rumbling again.
The huntsman leaned forward, as the terrier man peered into the hole calling for his dogs. He staggered back with a cry, as the mangled body of his dog hit him in the face, leaking blood and brain. Silence held for a few seconds, before an orange-red blur exploded from the hole, and split the terrier man almost in two.
Pandemonium set in, with horses shrieking and flailing, kicking hounds. Men fell and were trampled to death before the thing could reach them. Henry fell off his horse when it reared, and watched it gallop away. He turned to see the thing.
Metallic fur, bright eyes; it seemed vaguely fox-like still, a part of his brain realised. The rest watched in horror as it tore through the remaining hunters, yet leaving the hounds and horses to flee. It released a manufactured scream that galvanised Henry into running for his life.
The brush in front of Henry trembled and he squeezed his eyes closed even more as he felt the spreading warm in trousers. Something touched his leg and he squealed and flailed wildly. Nothing. He looked around, to see one of the hounds, whimpering beside him, its ears and tail lowered with fear. He paused, then reached to gently pat it.
It landed. Not a metre from him, and now as tall as a man. The fox head remained on top of something that had stepped straight from a sci-fi film. Henry was exhausted with fear, but still had a mind to ask
“Why are you doing this?”
The eyes whirred brighter, and what looked like a smile spread across the shining mouth. The maw opened to reveal rows of razor teeth like a shark, and a dry echo-y voice issued:
“Happy hunting.”
