Christmas Work

During the holidays I finished the majority of my filming, using long shots and close ups. I did this in an old fashioned house on Westbourne Avenue, with darkened lighting to set the tone of the Neo-Noir style I am using. I took influences from the starts of L.A Confidential and Blade runner for the lighting tones, in post production I am planning to add blue tones.

I chose to shoot in the shot in the style of a high angle, the style of a high angle makes the character feel small and pressured which is the underlying issue that my character will come up.





Also during the Christmas holidays I drafted a first script for the monologue of my character; Guy McKenzie. My original idea of filming him with a body, when researched seemed almost swaying to much towards the theme of horror, and therefore I changed it to a monologue. Usually in Noir films the monologue is shown over the images, however, I have changed it to a monologue were we can see the character speaking after the result of torture. 

My character will look like Woody Allen in Annie Hall. Although this is not the same genre as what I intended to do, it will be the same camera angle. 

When watching this sequence with Woody Allen, I instantly fell in love with the way we become to the character as we begin to like the character that we see, and this is what I would like to achieve when filming mine.

The first draft of the Monologue I wrote over the Christmas holidays:

*Lights come up*

Steve: Is it on, is it on?

*Camera comes into focus*

Steve: Right, you’re probably wondering why someone like me, would make a film admitting to killing. Well it’s not quite like that, y’see not everything is like in the movies. When I was younger I grew a flower, pretty it was, white with a bright yellow middle, I picked it for my mum, she loved it, how she cried when she saw it, but after a day it died. It turned into a pettleless flower, nothing interesting, something you step on in the street, in the movies the flowers lives for days, who was I to know it would just die. Anyway, that was I suppose the first time I felt like I had killed someone, someone? I mean something, flowers aren’t people HAHA, how could I get that mixed up.

The newspapers don’t know nothing about me, making out I’m a big hotshot detective who just threw his life away by killing a woman who “led him on”. She did nothing of the sort, we were lovers, torn over lies and money, my job as detective meant she could never be honest about her real life in case I told people. She was protecting me in her own sort of way, not in the normal way I agree, but in some way, she hid me from the life that she was ashamed of.

*Door Slams, look to the right*

Steve: Well, I think my time is nearly over with this statement, but I just want to say that killing Stella was not my intention, if anything I wanted to save her, but the drugs, the drinking, the lies, the cheating, it all just became too much and well… I just couldn’t…. I didn’t….

I am sorry Stella, I am.

*Hands reaches over to stop the recording*