how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Le movie next.
Since even after Opie gets me the raw footage for "Patty Gets a Haircut" -- thanks, Op -- I still need to convert it before I can edit it, the next film I'm worrying about is this sucker. I as believe I mentioned before, my idea is to shoot this silent 3m20s film in a series of about 40 to 50 short shots, each preceeded by a fade-in and followed by a fade-out. (All filming must be done indoors, thus; I'm going to buy a dimmer switch to use for the fade-ins and outs, as I have to do them on the fly.) I am also going to try to follow David Mamet's advice to tell the story in the cut rather than in the shot, as in the below:
[Fade in on a basketball.]
[Fade out.]
[Fade in on a pistol.]
[Fade out.]
[Fade in on a deflated basketball.]
[Fade out.]
Et al. There is never an action shot of the basketball being deflated by the shooting of the gun, but enough information is given that the audience can make a reasonable inference.
Anyway. The problem is that I do not know what story I would like to tell, because it is difficult to have a story trees that live indoors. Although. Hmm.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.