Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Treatment

Ok, what we’re dealing with here is a twenty-first century treatment of the zombie ‘genre’. On a particularly insightful day in the woods many years ago, I came to the conclusion that life is a great cosmic joke and was not meant to be taken seriously. However, this conclusion has not led me to letting everything fall at the wayside, I have no plans of becoming a hermit or bum. In fact, because of this, I am only more impassioned with life and my goals. I just take them less seriously, as I think most people should.

This film is not meant to be taken seriously. And yet, for its absolutely absurd content, it should be taken deadly serious (pun intended). Zombies, as a motif or ‘genre’, have meant many different things throughout many generations. I find it fascinating that they have risen into such particular popularity in the last few years, despite being around as subject material for over four decades. Just like skinny ties, zombies will go in and out of popularity over the course of our lifetime. So, if there was ever a time to broach the subject, as a mindless youth observing his world from an idealistic stance, now is the time.

What I present here is a zombie tale unlike most I have encountered. Although there have been zombie comedies, there are seldom to none where you root for a zombie protagonist, in a world that has been taken over by zombies. In fact, you would prefer that the humans get eaten. It’s a piece that shows there is even life after the zombie apocalypse, albeit technically it’s a dead one. Then again, the humor comes from the fact that despite having gone through an apocalypse, life resumes to normal: people go back to work, they ride buses, they ascend in elevators. They fall in love. The crux, the turning point in this whole project, however, is the musical number at the end. Not unlike many people I’ve met, zombies are technically dead on the outside, they are rotting flesh that walks (*cough* just like CELLS *cough*) but we are all so ALIVE on the inside. So by having zombies singing and dancing in the end of my film, maybe we can get a glimpse of the curious and unusual singers, dancers and lovers inside ourselves.


Biblio-Filmography


The Latest: The weekend has been a productive one. I composed the song which is used at the end, where the zombies sing and dance and it is FANTASTIC. Better than I could have expected. But we'll get to that on the sound day... It's been a better week for shaping my vision, not simply aesthetically, but in a sort of deeper understanding. However, I've been having some trouble with some flaky actors, so we'll see what happens with that.

Bibliography/Filmography

Dawn of the Dead. Dir. Zach Snyder. Perf. Sarah Polley, Ving Rhames and Mekhi Phifer. Strike Entertainment, 2004. DVD.

Shaun of the Dead. Dir. Edgar Wright. Perf. Simon Pegg, Nick Frost. Universal Pictures UK, 2004. DVD.

Zombieland. Dir. Ruben Fleischer. Perf. Jesse Eisenberg, Emma Stone and Woody Harrelson. Columbia Pictures, 2009. DVD.

Brooks, Max. World War Z: an Oral History of the Zombie War. Detroit: Thorndike, 2007. Print.

Kirkman, Robert, Charles Adlard, and Cliff Rathburn. The Walking Dead. Berkeley, CA: Image Comics, 2009. Print.


Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Reesurch n' Stuff

 The latest addition to the rom-zom-com:

How to make fake (and edible!) intestines...


Profile for my make-up artist, to get a feel for her work:

https://www.facebook.com/My.Manyck.Makeup

Working titles:
Hearts and Brains
Beauty and the Brains
Undying Love
Entrails and Ecstasy
Other Suggestions?!?!?!?!

Monday, September 5, 2011

On Bresson

Looking through Bresson's thoughts, I could not choose just one lone aphorism, but found rather three which struck me most. However, in essence, these three passages are different ways of saying the same thing, or expansions on one another. They are:

"Who said: 'A singe look let's loose a passion, a murder, a war?'"

"The ejaculatory force of the eye"

"Expressive face of the actor on which the slightest crease, controlled by him and magnified by the lens, suggests the exaggerations of the kabuki."

These struck me in particular because I've recently made the transition in the past few years from stage acting to film acting, which aren't only different ballparks but rather entirely different games. From many of the other aphorisms, it seems that Bresson is not a fan of theatre (or is at least strongly divided on the matter) and doesn't give a lot of credit to his film actors, referring to them often as 'models'. However, these three passages show another side, which is his vast appreciation for both good actors and the power of good cinematography.
Having been a stage actor most of my life, I come from a place where big, bold gestures are essential; how are the people in the back row going to see your emotion unless you don't? But it makes for a strange transition to film, of which I had difficulty at first because I was acting for the stage still and not the camera. Unlike the audience member in the back row, the camera picks up every little nuance. Some of the most powerful performances in film are not performances at all, but rather presences. This is what I've learned over the past few years, perfectly entwined in the act of shaping an identity as I move into adulthood. I've always been an actor, on stage and often in real life; we all act certain ways according to norms and mores and wanting people to like us and accept us. But here's the rub I've simultaneously come across in film acting: the more I rehearse for film acting, the less authentic it appears to the camera. The camera doesn't lie. So, I've had to shape myself to simply be in the moment, to actually be involved in the thought process simultaneously with the character, to listen instead of waiting to deliver a line. When you exist in a moment, the camera sees it, sees every little furrow of the brow and twitch of the mouth and the audience therefore will believe it. And it translates perfectly to real life, to simply be in the moment instead of worrying if someone like you or accept  you.
Knowing this, I know exactly the power Bresson is referring to with subtle performances. All three of these aphorisms did not strike me in the mind but rather in the gut, because I understand perfectly. There are moments in a movie, such subtle and simple moments that strike in the gut the sort of emotion that would make a man capable of murder, of war. There is a raw, guttural quality to the notion the way an eye can cause an ejaculatory response, can make you squirm or laugh or cry, but strike you in the gut. It is the way that kabuki theatre, or any theatre for that matter, must exaggerate actions and emotions for the person in the back row, but a cinema screen, projecting a face that is 40 feet high will allow any viewer to literally see a sparkle in an eye without moving a muscle on a face. This is the sort of power Bresson views in cinematography and I can't say I disagree.