Chronicles of an alleged director (Part I of III) "Hala," that it has hung filmography and everything? " Listen then yes, I have a short resume about painful amateur works are concerned. And why I put this? Mmm, m'aburro.
Lately I have a messiah in the realization of short ads and other concerns. This guy is Naxo Fiol. Proclaims the abolition of aesthetics, formalism, cleaning up the camera tripod. All this is bullshit. The bill removes product for your little movie in the background is a shit. So if there chicha to get a great story, there is nothing to lose. All to hell, the more cumbersome better. So at least your monster is cool, funny, original and above is endearing.
The use of digital video is at the expense of giving the look of wedding home recording so reviled by proponents of the dapper, cool, digital vacuum, it is precisely the use of video that gives soul to project. With a crappy video camera can do the same thing with a digital superpaquete supercarísimas of shit. What matters is the transmission of the message, not form.
More or less is what comes to say his great article "I am a filmmaker." His conception of film art seems really interesting and innovative, an oasis in time of mediocrity film with attractive packaging. A descent into the most primal of cinema, film terrorism without dogma or shit, what counts is the intention. (1)
I must say, although it shares this philosophy, I'm a fucking hypocrite and combine the two sides with spotty results: the aestheticism cutrismo and video. And there is nothing more that I fell to the image quality and especially photography. Without it, no film, directly.
But my inability and lack of means which prevents me from doing things as I would, so to not feeling very frustrated, I peered into the doctrines of Sr.Naxo.
After this long / unnecessary introduction, on to the perpetrators from 8 years old. So I will divide it into 3 stages
First Stage: A room and a camera
remember that I asked for Christmas a very expensive toy. A timazo worth 18,000 of the former pesetas. The Tyco VideoCam. Oh, the excitement of the early days or the first time I saw her in her box. Then I started to become aware of deception in which he was thrown to verify that it could not be put anywhere a tape, recorded in black and white focus, and ability to maneuver was exactly 8 feet, the length of cable that connected to the video, which made the recording. Poor naive, I thought that a video camera for children would have the same functions as a real ...
-Pst, if the ad hijodeputa recording your dog in the street and there were no cables or anything! - Was my reaction to the misleading advertising that had the product.
Exactly
those covering just 8 meters room and part of the hallway of my house. So, at the tender age of 9 / 10 years, I was forced to create a synthesis all its own film from a master, being reduced to its basic pillars: camera and what action? The austerity of the "set", gave rise to the most insane imagination, set short and forests, or delivery rooms, but there was not a fucking element to imply that was themed short in those places. Without imagination you could see sofas, tables and shelves, with decorations that you saw her laugh your art director of The Lord of the Rings "
I stand quite funny when Mr. Lars Von Trier's genius, thanks to its decision" supergenial "to dispense with decorations for" Dogville ", after I had used it at the time that he was a guy who froze the mucus in Denmark.
This stage was very prolific until I got bored. Gone are stories of ghosts, Barbies were going to trial on charges to their husbands, dolphins psychopaths, firetrucks accidents in mass, and the adventures of Pacorro alias "the doll was one move every second."
As the argument shows buttons and features short films of the era 9-12 years. Sorry I did not include any pictures, but surely the little movies are recorded on a tape missing, and you know the fear that makes me check the vhs.
The ice pick murders of
Plot: A stuffed dolphin waiting in the dentist's office. When you enter, expect a Greenpeace activist kooks, who murdered with an ice pick (screwdriver) and whose main interest is to transform the dolphins into killing machines. When he injected the drug to the dolphin, with the same ice pick, he goes crazy for human blood. The next patient in the consultation will face a terror never before known.
Comment: Totally unclassifiable Z Series escapes and needed further letters in the Western alphabet to be labeled. The film begins with a fixed camera soda for 2 minutes (okay, was not yet aware of the narrative tempo) that shows the waiting room of the query. I show my acting ability and no stuffed dolphin beside me steals the spotlight. A dry cutting insane predicts the arrival of the dolphin to the query (another sofa) where my sister, who played the killer. The camera takes a lighter shade run riot and moves a lot from side to side, aided by my nervous problems to the point of causing dizziness. The scene to take drugs to dolphin is a sign of anger at the time of filming. To make credible the brilliant interpretation of stuffed the camera moves while at the same dolphin hit a few times. The feeling was putting very well achieved, I swear. Right after I go into action as "the next patient" and the first thing I do is fight against high dolphin making a superhuman effort of interpretation and honoring way that fabulous scene in "Ed Wood" in which Bela Lugosi fighting an octopus rubber and acted as if his life depended on it.
After leaving the dolphin out of combat, I faced my histrionic sister / murderer, had just grabbing the screwdriver / icepick and stabbed in the neck. I must say that this final part is an exercise of "Cinema Verite" because I got so caught up in the role that ended up really nailed, I hit a wafer, and was crying to call my mother, all recorded in the film.
I was really stoked to see the results. It was great. Now I'm sure I would follow him looking. This film had a 2 nd hand rolled in 10 minutes after he adopted the dolphin, I'll take it home and ends up killing me when it invokes the ghost of Greenpeace activist psychopath.
Pacorro
Plot: Pacorro, a guy who lives in the street into a world situated between 93 and 95, look for ways to smoke 8 joints, to form a public altercation and that police dentenga. All because her mother said it was not a true punk.
Comment: First flirtations with Stop Motion. Well, just do not know whether to call it Slow Motion, because the doll is moved 1 time every second and not 24 times (the video only had the ability to record at intervals of 1 sec), giving a feeling of boredom and laziness incredible while 4 of the 5 minutes that lasted a short I had no choice but to move it with my own hands, resulting in visibility of my hands, to pace. The doll of clay was curradísimo, while today it would surely figure collector, and was afraid of how ugly it was.
The story was very confused and do not think anyone found out anything. What's the joke of "world located between 93 and 95" is because bottom left box of the soundtrack cd "Reality Bites" the movie of the Generation X, jojo.
A neighbor once came on TV and saw a moving Pacorro 1 time every second and really excited.
-Halaaaaaa
if mueveeeeeee. How did you do that!
After that comment I knew the satisfaction of good criticism is what counts.
(1) The website of the type that is this:
http://suburbio.cjb.net/ NOTE: this post was going to do a flip, but it's late and I have a dream, so the idea of splitting the post into 3 parts which will be published at intervals rather unlikely. I go to sleep. Goodnight
