Time flies, or something like that. It was a fairly hectic semester, let me tell you. Anyway, a new year, a new decade, and hopefully a few new shorts from Film Group this time around.
Between Physical Science, US History, Intro to Philosophy, Creative Writing, and, well, WORK, I am finding myself to be rather busy as hell. Even as I type, I am listening to a lecture from my Philosophy instructor, which makes typing kind of tricky, ironically enough. We’ve had a few film group meetings so far this semester, and it seems as though everyone will be working on some rather interesting projects. My own project, “The Wynter Project”, is currently on the back burner, but we will get to it as other films are completed, so that’s cool. Goodness knows I could use the time to finish up the script.
Just a quick update on my landlady: she’s still a bitch.
There is a small possibility of an experimental fake news podcast, depending on whether or not my employers(the college) approve of it or not. I honestly don’t know what to think about this. Working for the college has proven to me, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that I HATE Bureaucracy and Political Correctness. These elements of our fucked up society are both dehumanizing and decidedly bland, and when I found my studio for real, these will have no place in my business. I would very much like to follow the early Atari methodology, in that the employees work hard because they love the work, not because they’re being forced to do it. Fuck 9-5, fuck suits and ties, as long as you make multimedia magic, as long as you maintain respect for the studio and for the contracts, you are your own boss.
Well, anyway, it’s a nice dream, a nice change from the sterility of my current phase of life.
Description: The Carl Jr. features bumbling pitchmen in an infomercial trying to sell a “terra-freakin-tastic” GPS device called the Carl Jr., named by one of the pitchmen, Carl Carlson, after himself in one of his many fits of pretention. His unwilling partner, John Smith, has a knack for consistently failing miserably to keep Carl’s exaggerations and exclamations in check. Do ‘you’ know the running man?
Backstory: I’ve typed this up once before, to no avail, so forgive me if the quality suffers this time around. It’s 2 in the morning and I just couldn’t be bothered, so that’s that. The Carl Jr. is a project created during my 2009 Spring Video Production II class at National Park Community College. During our brainstorming sessions at the beginning of the semester, this was the only consistent idea to come about, but not due to any particular drive or effort.
The Carl Jr. had no single director. Presumably, this is obvious. It did end up having some writers, though the writing came in late to the game, as it were, and were the result of a quick rapid-fire back and forth between Phillip Ruff and myself, Ricky Coulter. We projected this new script onto the wall for use as a teleprompter, set up a green screen and a desk, and started reading.
The initial concept behind the Carl Jr. was that it was to be a relatively short commercial selling an as-yet unnamed GPS device that was supposed to stereotypically match it’s user’s personality type; that is to say, it was supposed to exaggerate these stereotypical qualities to ludicrous levels. If the user is black, the GPS personality would become a gangsta rapper-type. If the user was a dim-witted blonde with an insatiable urge to shop and little else rattling around in her brain, the GPS personality became, oh, I don’t know, an effeminate gay man with a taste for fabrics.
See, the biggest problem with this project was a serious lack of direction. Not even the idea’s originator wanted anything to do with the decision making process, and half of the group, myself included, was much more interested in working on “To Each Their Own Ending”, an ultimately unfinish-able Phillip Ruff masterpiece. So by the middle of the semester, we had a few particularly unfunny testimonials and little else. The idea was then for moi, the volunteer for any voice acting or narration that goes on at that school, to write up some dialogue to tie everything together into a commercial and, oh yeah, make these unfunny clips funny. Oi.
Phillip and I became quickly determined to salvage this project, and so the decision came to make the commercial into an infomercial, and, well, the rest is in the video. I would argue that the majority of the editing and post-production was done by myself, though I’m not trying to puff up my ego: merely that I did plenty of work to save the project. I’ll say this, everyone that ‘worked’ on the project ‘worked’ on it, if you know what I mean.
Credits: Woohoo, this time, the video features actual credits, so that’s a nifty bonus.
Be sure to wait until the end for my VG Theory Productions(www.vgtheory.com) splash(or ‘that piece of vanity’ as Juan Balderas calls it).
As you can no doubt tell, I’ve had a slow night and, thus, have been sprucing up the place a bit, though not with 100 percent success. This new theme(Pixel) is pretty nifty, although I think it needs a few tweaks. I also went through and pruned all the spambots from the forum, updated the forum software, and am in the process of installing new themes.
Well, no new content to post, as of yet, but we’ll see what happens on that front…
Tangled Threads is a work-in-progress short film I am directing. It’s about the chance encounter of an almost lifeless Croatian exchange student named Zvonimir and a borderline manic-depressive-suicidal American student named Gwen. It’s been in production since some time in January, I think, and it was supposed to be finished in time for our film festival this year. That didn’t happen, so work continues on the film.
Zvonimir, played by Ricky Coulter
Gwen, played by Cassie Henderson
The script was written in a hurry, under the assumption that the movie would be completed in time for the festival. Casablanca it ain’t, as you can probably imagine. It’s not exactly a bad script, but I think there are some pacing issues, which I am attempting to rectify somewhat with my latest updates to the script. As of right now, all of the dialogue scenes(i/e: essential shots) are basically taken care of. What’s left are some establishing shots, as well as a montage of some sort. I’m anxious to try a particular shot where we see a flurry of Gwens on the screen at the same time(without using a green screen). Well, it’s artsy in my head, at least.
Oh, we’re also currently lacking voice overs and music composition, but I do have an ending theme secured, and possibly an intro as well. Many, many thanks go to Stemage for letting me use this great music.
Unfortunately, it seems like it’s impossible for me to write stuff that isn’t inherently sappy or cheesy, but hey, at least I coupled it with implications of violence and destruction! More to come…hopefully…
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