Jason Sanders
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Nicely done Lawrie. It was odd in a good way and I enjoyed watchin it.
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These are distinctive choices on your part and, as far as I'm concerned, the reasons for your choices aren't as important to me as the effect they have on the film. Bottom line, they make the film good! I'm also just happy that choices were made. I get the impression from a lot of films in these fests that many of the necessary components of film making are overlooked or left at the whim of what was available to filmmaker. This includes casting "actors" who are friends, using one's home as a "location," etc. Everything in your film helps to provide an authenticity to the film that's unseen in most of the other films in this fest. Bravo!
Well, I think it was actually - I believe only the first few words came from the book, the rest was pure Lawriejaffa, am I right Lawrie? I'm hoping it was, because it's a beautiful piece of writing: I'd prefer to call it a poetic accompaniment to the film rather than a voice over. You really put yourself on the line doing that but I think it came off very well really (and it fit in very well with Sarah's beautiful, and very varied, score). A sort of cinematographic version of Nick Caves "Murder Ballads". It also brought to mind Terence Davies' poetic commentary to his documentary on Liverpool "Of time and the City" which we watched recently (a truly beautiful film). Those are two really big compliments so maybe I'd better add that you are not quite there yet :evil: but if you did write it you're not so far off.
I think your actor's performance was probably better than in any of your previous films. He really did look like a cat as he comes across the garden in that opening scene, but not in too exaggerated a fashion. As I said the score was great - especially Sarah's (?) voice unaccompanied while the actor is dressing and the "church choir' music in the red street scene, but the unnerving sound effects were good too. The ending was satisfactorily ambiguous and confusing for a Lawrie Jaffa film, but I don't think that mattered, probably helped make it creepier actually. Obviously there's some sort of Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde thing going on: "In the heart of every child lies a frightened mortal trying to escape".
Great entry.
Cheers Susanne and Sebastion![]()
Here is the end monologue (posting it for a bit of well girm fun! X) Also if folks would like i could post a link to the full version of Sarah's song.
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]In the heart of every child lies a frightened mortal dying to escape. In their timid utterances I taste their confessions, those sweet indiscretions that so frighten old mothers. There whispered to me, young secrets, from trembling lips. Our intimate prelude to final embrace. Frantic epitaphs are scratched across my brow by outstretched fingers. Our flesh and memory mingling into one. [/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]We predators speed the unpreventable decay, rescuing those enslaved upon the slow march to oblivion. The goose is spared thus by the fox.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Never have I felt more pathetic than when they called me human. I won't hear it said again, for I shall tear the throat of every infant, and bask in the setting sun of that contemptible race. [/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Extinction is beautiful. [/FONT]
That's a real privilage Mike, and likewise - I've been an admire of your work for sometime and have A Work of Art on me ol' desktop folder of films i like to play. Fact I played it at a short film training workshop i did with the community - showing them various ways of expressing ideas (as part of a film festival i was organising) Thanks man![]()
Here's a link to Sarah's full song 'So Brightly in the Dark'http://exposureroom.com/1296ca206f624fbdbc713c55ebf04e6e/
Checked in with Noel first
My shirt is crisp, my collar sharp,
I see by glasses fixed with tape
And wear a pen in my pocket
That spells your name.
Well, crimson is hard to brush...
In fitted suits, metal tins and skin
I hide the loved ones binned.
They cower in my silent room,
As I watch with eyes unblinking,
You all shine so brightly in the dark.
Alone, your babies shall sleep tonight
As soft fodder for claws snapped tight.
When they cry, watch me fly
Up... up... up into the moon lit sky,
To where I extinguish young lives.
Nightshirt folded, creases pressed,
I wipe my glasses, cleaned to rest,
And wear my conscience in a pocket
Filled with milk teeth.
Well, crimson is hard to brush...
In fitted suits, metal tins and skin
I hide the loved ones binned.
They cower in my silent room,
As I watch with eyes unblinking,
You all shine so brightly in the dark.
Alone, your babies shall sleep tonight
As soft fodder for claws snapped tight.
When they cry, watch me fly
Up... up... up into the moon lit sky,
To where I extinguish young lives.
When they cry, watch me fly
Up... up... up into the moon lit sky,
Up... up... up...