This is the first draft of the script and we will adjust it and cut or edit parts as we go along.Short film script:SCENE 1:Screen starts of black with title and credits and cuts to man sitting at gravestone. Man sitting down on grass leaning against head stone, quite relaxed and looking confident. He is average height, average build, average age with average hair and an average stare. The only thing slightly odd about the Man is a slight vagueness to his features. Camera starts with close up of mans face.

(Camera zooms out as a passer by walks in front of the camera and is tracked)Man: Hello

Passer by: *Coughs* (walks on, taking no notice)

 (Man looks straight at the camera and begins to divulge his story non-diajetically)

Man: Don’t you hate it when people look right through you? (Nods head towards that passer by) I seem to get it all the time. I swear no one even knows I exist. I know I am great lookin’ and all but Jesus is it too much to ask for a little attention!

 (Camera fades to flashback of the man walking down the street alone)

 Man: I walk the streets that I once bounded down but now, no matter what, even if I back flip the full length of the town no one takes a second glance.(Camera fades back to man, with a high angle shot looking down at him as he looks up.)Man:  I feel like I have done some unthinkable crime that everyone knows I have committed, but are too scared to mention it. But no it’s not even like that; I look in these peoples eyes and I see nothing.   (The man stares at camera for a few seconds then looks down and the camera begins 360 pan around man, as he continues to mentally tell us his tale)Man: Surely if I had murdered a mother and her 2.4 children or blown up some bus I would strike fear into these people but they just look blankly at me. It’s like those guys you see from time to time that just have something about them; they have an innate power surrounding them that just tells you they have shot a guy.(Camera flashes to the man’s thought of him shooting someone)Man in thought: I am going to kill you! Get down of your fucking knees and beg!(Scene only lasts few seconds and flashes back to graveyard, with a medium close up shot of the man smirking)Man: However, I talk now about killing but I could never go through with it. Don’t have any guts you see. I could never be one of those guys. I wouldn’t even know which way to hold a gun let alone take someone’s life. (Smirks again) And if I’m honest I can’t back flip down the street; my arms don’t seem to work like they used too.(Camera follows the Mans gaze down to his lap as he tries to grasp the cigarette but cannot, and the man looks back up to the camera, and speaks out loud.)Man: I can’t even hold a cigarette anymore. In fact I find it hard to do anything with my fingers now since that black out I had a few weeks ago. I’ve just sat around on this grave for days on end, doing nothing and…(The man looks away from camera, trying to think. Screen goes black for a second then comes back with him shaking his head still trying to think. The entrance music begins again getting sharply louder as the man searches his thoughts and the screen slowly fade to black as the music reaches its peak.)

 

SCENE 2:The scene fades from black to a medium close up of the mans face again. He rubs his face on his shoulder, faces back at the camera and blinks, seeming to wake himself up. He starts to speak, non diajetically again.

 Man: Anyway every human needs companionship don’t they. I wish some one would acknowledge me in some way. Heck, I’d even take a smack in the mouth above this ignorance people show towards me. ( Smirks to himself) I’ve got a lot to give, you see. Even though my accent is, as my Father would put it, common I am a well educated man and have a degree in art under my belt. (Pfft) What fucking good that ever did.I should be flying high, going to parties, getting wasted, fucking celebrities…(Scene flashes to party quickly, like before and then back to man. The camera begins to circle the grave stone again and after one pan the camera settles on a medium close up..)Man: But I seem to have been dealt a bad hand. I have worked hard all my life at school, in Uni, at work but still people haven’t noticed my potential. My Dad had a good name for the youth of today when I was young; wasted potential. And I had become the very thing I swore I would rise above. Ah well who cares.(Shot fades away again for a brief moment with just sounds of graveyard, then fades back into previous shot of the man.)Man: You may be thinking I have always been lonely and always been an old windbag, whinging about his life but I was once happy (slight smile in corner of mouth) I met this woman. She was young and beautiful. We fell in love.(Scene flashes to couple walking along street holding hands then flashes back)Man: We went out. We got married. We had a child. We were happy. We were average…(Expression changes to look of despair)Man: We were bored. I had the ‘perfect’ life and then I went and fucked it up.(He bangs his head on the gravestone and the scene cuts to image of a girl at a work desk, the music begins t get more dramatic.)In hindsight sleeping with my secretary was not the best of ideas but at the time I needed something exciting, to make me feel alive.(Scene then flashes to the man holding a box leaving an office block, the cuts to a long sceene of a woman and child walking away from him. this all coincides with the dialogue.)Man: However that one night of passion followed by awkward day at the office led to a sexual harassment charge, me being sacked from the museum and my wife subsequently taking her perfect self and our Jeremy away with her. That bitch took him away from me, my own son, just because I hand a fling with the office whore.(The shot fades from the mother and child walking away back to the graveyard with the man Looking away, suddenly thinking).Man: Saying that if I knew the consequences would I still have done it? …(Out loud)  Probably.

 SCENE 3:(Over shoulder shot looking at the graveyard, as we see what the man is looking at. There is a person walking around reading a gravestone, not even noticing the man.)man: When I was growing up I had a pressure placed on me to succeed. It was my dad. He was always pushing me to do well ever since I did my first Jackson Pollock at the age of four. He forced me into art school and then of too Slade, in London, which led to my degree. (flash of graduation day) After that however I became THE disappointment.(He lets out an ironic chuckle.)man; I guess I just wanted a bit of love but I left behind my art and went to work in the History Museum.(Camera fades back to medium close up of man)Man: This shocked him and I was forever labelled as the black mark in the family. Now you may say the history museum curator of fossils is a respectable job but when you have a sibling in government and the female Einstein (Flash picture of Einstein) for a sister then you can see why I am seen as the weak link. But I was always told I would be special. (Out loud) And I became ‘the wasted potential.(Shrugs shoulders and slouches, losing confidence and screen fades black and back again)Man: Naturally when I settled into my mediocre job (Flash wedding photo) and my mediocre wife and acquired my mediocre child I became very, very, very bored. The love died and Jayne became one of those ‘soccer mums’ you hear about complaining to head teachers about a staff member telling of her precious child because he just threw a ball at another kids head. (scene fades to family room, with man over top) I began to look on my family with distain and this led to the affair, my family leaving me and then the drinking. (This family scene fades to man in house alone drinking and watching horror film) One day I just went down to the local Co-op, bought a bottle of vodka and a remake of some 80’s horror film, went home and drank the whole bottle. (Scene fades back to grave yard this time the man talks out loud)Man: Now I didn’t get addicted; I’m not going to whine about how I crave liqueur like those people you see on daytime TV shows, crying how they have destroyed their family and then blaming it on alcohol. I just chose to drink. That simple. It gave me something to look forward too and to take my mind of stuff. It made me happy.(Scene fades to black with man giving slight smirk again)

Scene 4:(Scene opens with close up of man)Man: Anyway back to my point, I wonder why people ignore me. These past two weeks have been hard, with her leaving me and now I can’t seem to connect with people. It’s like my chord with reality has been cut; I’m watching my life through a plastic screen. ( Out loud)Why is that? When she left did she take more then my car?(Leaning forward, resting head on his hands)I don’t know. it’s all a blur really.(Shaking head in a confused manner)Maybe the drink is blurring my memory. Actually what have I been doing this past fortnight? It’s all jumbled.(Sitting bolt up)Graveyard?( Fade to long establishing shot of grave yard then back to close up with man Looking around him)I’ve been hanging around this graveyard? Yes. I remember, yes, I have been spending a lot of time here at the local graveyard. Don’t ask me why, I just have been drawn to it, in my alcohol ridden state I ‘spose. I always sit by this new headstone too…(Points over his shoulder)…only been here two weeks I think. I just sit here, thinking drunken thoughts, having these nightmarish flashbacks to memories I haven’t lived through. ( cuts to scene of man in toilet) There’s always this man in my dreams, a downtrodden man who’d been dealt a bad hand. I see him sat in the bathroom, empty bottles surrounding him. He is sat propped up by the bath, sat in a pool of red liquid. There are slashes on his wrists.(Fades to extreme close up) It’s Blood…(Stares forward)… His blood!?(Turns around and reads the headstone. His face suddenly takes on a transparent look and he slowly fades into the damp earth.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

audience research:questionairre and evaluation

EVALUATION

This is a questionnaire I gave out to research what people like in films, especially thrillers and films with monologues. I gave them to 7 males and 6 females. This would have only slightly biased the result in favor of the male point of view.

It is not surprising that all of the males said they like thrillers, as there are many mainstream male thriller films. However only 3 of the females said they liked thrillers maybe hinting my audience should be slightly more male based. Both sexes said there had to be 'a lot of action' in the thrillers and 'interesting stories'. The fact that they see action as important pushes me away from mainstream fillers, and I will aim to make more of a psychological thriller mixed with drama. This I feel my monologue already has which is positive. Another positive almost all but two said they like to see a murder or death in a film and all said they like to be shocked. A surprising aspect was that more females said they like to have least a certain element of comedy in films than the males. This could be down to an anomaly, as I would have assumed the males are generally more into comedy then females. Obviously not! However this does help me as I will try and incorporate some of the comedy elements of the monologue script to target a wider audience. A final interesting and helpful idea I got from this research was that 'eerie' and somber' and 'exciting' music is associated with Thrillers. This research has shown me how to make a film suitable for a real audience and what the general feeling is towards plot based films and thrillers. I think the film will be more of a drama with a bit of comedy and a thriller-istic end!

Questionnaire
My name is Charlie Quainton and I am studying A level media at Sheldon School. This is a questionnaire to do initial research into what people want to see out of short film. Thank you for your time and circle appropriate.

1) Male / Female
2) Do you like Thrillers? Yes No
3) What would you say defines a thriller? ___________________________________________________________
4) Do you like thrillers have to involve a death/murder of some kind? Yes No
5) Do you like a lot of action in your films? Yes No
6) If no what films do you prefer? ________________________________
7) Do you like there to be a strong plot in a film? Yes No
8) Do you like being shocked when you see a film? Yes No
9) Do you like monologues in films? Yes No
10) Do you think all films need elements of comedy? Yes No
11) What kind of music do you associate with Thrillers? ____________________________
Thankyou for your time x

RESEARCH INTO FILMS INTO SIMILAR GENRE

   The 6th Sense. The film was made in 1999 and is a psychological thriller. I am reviewing this film because our film is based on the same genre. Other similarities included are the use of ghosts and a strange twist at the end, which the audience does not realize has been hinted out throughout the film. M.Night Shyamalan who is renowned for twist endings directed the 6th sense. He directed latter films like Signs and The Happening, which both are in the same genre and have an unexpected twist. The film was nominated for 6 Academy Awards. 

The film tells the story of a small boy named Coal Sear, an isolated boy that has the ability to see dead people; the sixth sense. A child psychologist played by Bruce Willis who also has troubles helps him. He tries to help the boy in tackling the ghosts and helps out the ghosts. When the boy seems to have resolve his problems Willis is still troubled and finds out that he himself died. I like how the film creates mystery around Willis' character, as you never know what his problem is. He also has flashbacks but never lies his thoughts upon the issue that he is dead, a factor we will try to include in our film. It turns out that he was killed in the first scene of the film yet the audience has no idea till the end. This mystery creates the suspense at the end of the film, an aspect that I would also like to draw into our film.  

monologue that the film is based on

Monologue.

(Man sitting down on grass leaning against head stone, quite relaxed and looking confident. He is average height, average build, average age with average hair and an average stare. The only thing slightly odd about the Man is a slight vagueness to his features. )

 Don’t you hate it when people look right through you? I seem to get it all the time. I swear no one even knows I exist. I know I am great lookin’ and all but `Jesus is it too much to ask for a little attention! I walk the streets that I once bounded down tall and proud but now, no matter what, even if I back flip the full length of the town no one takes a second glance. I feel like I have done some unthinkable crime that everyone knows I have committed but am too scared to mention it. But no it’s not even like that; I look in these peoples eyes and I see nothing. Surely if I had murdered a mother and her 2.4 children or blown up some bus I would strike fear into these people, they just look blankly at me. It’s like those guys you see from time to time that just have something about them; they have an innate power surrounding them that just tells you they have shot a guy. Obviously I do not possess this aura. In fact I am the complete juxtaposition of power. I talk now about killing but I could never go through with it. Don’t have any guts you see. I could never be one of those guys. I wouldn’t even know which way to hold a gun let alone take someone’s life. And if I’m honest I can’t back flip down the street; my arms don’t seem to work like they used too, I can’t even hold a cigarette anymore.(Looks at wrists)

In fact I find it hard to do anything with my hands now since that black out I had a few weeks ago? I’ve just sat around lump in the ground for days on end, doing nothing and…(Shakes head, rubs his eyes and then looks back)

Anyway every human needs companionship don’t they. I wish some one would acknowledge me in some way. Heck, I’d even take a smack in the mouth above this ignorance people show towards me(Smirks slightly).

I’ve got a lot to give, you see. Even though my accent is, as my Father would put it, common I am a well educated man and have a degree in art under my belt. (Pfft) What fucking good that ever did. I should be flying high, going to artsy fartsy parties, getting wasted, fucking celebrities but I seem to have been dealt a bad hand. I have worked hard all my life at school, in Uni, at work but still people haven’t noticed my potential. My Dad had a good name for the youth of today when I was young; wasted potential. And I had become the very thing I swore I would rise above. Ah well who cares, in the end we are all the same. Then again if we were all the same then I could at least get some action(Smirking again).So that’s a loada twaddle.

 You may be thinking I have always been lonely and always been an old windbag, whinging about his life but I was once happy. I met this woman. She was young and beautiful. We fell in love. We went out. We got married. We had a child. We were happy. We were average… We were bored. I had the ‘perfect’ life and then I went and fucked it up.(Bangs back of head on the cold stone behind.)

In hindsight sleeping with my secretary was not the best of ideas but at the time I needed something exciting, to make me feel alive. However that one night of passion followed by awkward day at the office led to a sexual harassment charge, me being sacked from the museum and my wife subsequently taking her perfect self and our Jeremy away with her. That bitch took him away from me, my own son, just because I hand a fling with the office whore.(Looking away, suddenly thinking).Saying that if I knew the consequences would I still have done it? …Probably.

 When I was growing up I had a pressure placed on me to succeed. It was my dad. He was always pushing me to do well ever since I did my first Jackson Pollock at the age of four. He forced me into art school and then of too Slade, in London, which led to my degree. After that however I became THE disappointment.(He lets out an ironic chuckle.)

 I guess I just wanted a bit of love but I left behind my art and went to work in the Natural History Museum, where I had spent most of my weekends and by then had acquired a great passion for the subject. This shocked him and I was forever labelled as the black mark in the family. Now you may say the Natural history museum curator of fossils is a respectable job but when you have a sibling in government and the female Einstein for a sister then you can see why I am seen as the weak link. But I was always told I would be special. And I became ‘the wasted potential.’(Shrugs shoulders and slouches, losing confidence)

                      

Naturally when I settled into my mediocre job and my mediocre wife and acquired my mediocre child I became very, very, very bored. The love died and Jayne became one of those ‘soccer mums’ you hear about complaining to head teachers about a staff member telling of her precious child because he just threw a ball at another kids head. I began to look on my family with distain and this led to the affair, my family leaving me and then the drinking. One day I just went down to the local Co-op, bought a bottle of Famous Grouse and a remake of some 80’s horror film, went home and drank the whole bottle. (Sitting up)

Now I didn’t get addicted; I’m not going to whine about how I crave liqueur like those people you see on daytime TV shows, crying how they have destroyed their family and then blaming it on alcohol. I just chose to drink. That simple. It gave me something to look forward too and to take my mind of stuff. It made me happy.

 Anyway back to my point, I wonder why people ignore me. These past two weeks have been hard, with her leaving me and now I can’t seem to connect with people. It’s like my chord with reality has been cut; I’m watching my life through a plastic screen. Why is that? When she left did she take more then my car?(Leaning forward, resting head on his hands)I don’t know. it’s all a blur really.(Shaking head in a confused manner)Maybe the drink is blurring my memory. Actually what have I been doing this past fortnight? It’s all jumbled.(Sitting bolt up)Graveyard?(Looking around him)I’ve been hanging around this graveyard? Yes. I remember, yes, I have been spending a lot of time here at the local graveyard. Don’t ask me why, I just have been drawn to it, in my alcohol ridden state I ‘spose. I always sit by this new headstone too…(Points over his shoulder)…only been here two weeks I think. I just sit here, thinking drunken thoughts, having these nightmarish flashbacks to memories I haven’t lived through. There’s always this man in my dreams, a downtrodden man who’d been dealt a bad hand. I see him sat in the bathroom, empty bottles surrounding him. He is sat propped up by the bath, sat in a pool of vermillion liquid. There are slashes on his wrists. It’s Blood…(Stares forward)… His blood!?(Turns around and reads the headstone. His face suddenly takes on a transparent look and he slowly fades into the damp earth.)

Charlie Quainton

 

Film plan

The film needs one man for the ghost and a woman for his ex-wife. The film won’t just be of the man sitting by his grave talking but will flash back to brief glimpses of the events, like a flashback to the bathroom where he killed himself. This is to create a sense of confusion bringing the viewer into the feelings of this man. We will need to shoot in a graveyard and a bathroom and an office like room.

Media A2 Production Proposal October 09

Name(s):     Charlie Quainton and Michael Wallingto

Current outline of plot and ideas:  Based on a monologue I wrote last year about a man sitting by a gravestone talking about the state of his life. He begins with how lately he feels no one notices him and he feels alone and goes on to reveal the dramatic events surrounding his life from alcoholism to divorce from his wife and losing his child. He then becomes delirious and sees flashes of events eventually realizing he had in fact committed suicide in his bathroom and was sitting on his grave. He gradually fades away for good. We will use lots of fast cutting and flashbacks to create the confusion. Practicalities: Own camera(s) or school’s? Schools Where will you be filming?  Does this involve permissions – whose?Filming in a graveyard mainly which may need permission.  Also need a bathroom and office building. How many people and who, including the named above “team”, will be involved e.g. actors?We need one man and a woman. We will be filming. When will you be filming? Can all the team manage this arrangement?After half term. We will schedule a date when everyone is available.

Outline your three major expected problems on planning / shooting.Timing, location and arrangements will be the hardest aspects to manage on the project; getting everything together at one time to film.

 

 

The Ungrateful Son-rewrite of Grimm tale

The Ungrateful Son-rewrite of Grimm tale

Gerald and Susan were perched about a small garden table at the front of their house. The house was a typical terrace abode with little space, enough only for a couple and child. Gerald and Susan had no children, so the small terrace and cheap rent kept them fine. The table around which they sat was cheap plastic mould of a table, costing them no more than ten pounds, including two garish chairs, which now matched the beige colour of the plastic table. And there they were sat, eating a pizza.
Now a pizza may not sounds very special but this pizza was designed with the intention of clogging arteries, so naturally had every specimen of meat on top melded together with twelve types of cheese. Gerald loved pizza. He could have eaten the whole oily mess for himself, which explains the forthcoming events.
In the middle of a great bite of the greasy monster, Gerald spied his elderly father arriving for his weekly chat. His father was just heaving his arthritis ridden body from the car, when Gerald jumped up and rushed inside with the pizza, away from his father who was at best malnourished. Gerald made a hasty return, bringing a tumbler of water for his exasperated father but with no pizza insight for the old man, apart from one of the twelve cheeses that stained his lips. Gerald said ‘Hello Dad,’ and sat down.
His father stayed for an hour than left, looking ever so pale leaving Gerald and Susan alone with the pizza. However Susan only had a bite whilst Gerald devoured the entire confection. Down it went and that was that…or so Gerald thought…
The next day, on the way to work Gerald’s heart, put under pressure from the fat that now clogging his vena cava, exploded resulting in Gerald’s car crashing into an oncoming lorry, which in turn sent the car tumbling from the road in a ball of fire.
When the coroners report revealed the precise cause of Gerald’s death no one was surprised; Gerald’s greed was endless, and one two many pizza’s pushed his heart to exploding point; if only he shared with his aged father maybe greedy Gerald would still be around. Poor Gerald, rest in peace.

Bonjour. This is my A2 Media blog on the production and creation of my short film. Thats all for now. xx