Advanced Storytelling

Process Book

Morgan Krepky

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The Conjured
01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 hot chocolate small children, bad drawings, greesy fingers old wood furniture Mom cooking, turkey, pudding, snow olive garden woods, moss lotion, softness Nana, green tea swimming pool, summer, painful eyes sterile room watermelon candy summer, garden, Italy formaldehyde, mosquito bites soap, cleanliness mold, cave, fall favorite candy an-tome nail-polish not yet dry herbal bath, pine trees moss meat cookies and hot tea peace salami hospital room, headache my godmother Christmas cookies 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 Play-doh crayons Nag Champa cinnamon mushroom dirt Chanel #5 green tea bleach Pine-sol cucumber decaying foliage pipe tobacco/fireplace lavendar cigar tobacco basil Febreeze Shalimar hay beer campfire pumpkin pie rose patchouli cedar seashore / salt water

Smells
The Reality

christmas - egg nog / chestnuts

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Senses
Playing with playdough & Pipe cleaner

Mosquito Bite (Later: Andy Poodle)

Chlorine in Eyes (Later: Tobias Hines)

Peace (Later: Jacinta Bee)

Andy Poodle
Full Name: Born: Age: Parents: Work life: Andrew Percy Poodle December 8th, Dogwood, Pennsylvania, a small religious town. 17 Middle class single mother, Rosemary Poodle. Andys mother works three jobs in town: an early morning shift at the local QFC, an 11-3:00pm shift at the trying-but-failing-tobe-classy boutique, Sandras, that her old friend from high school owns, and a night shift as a janitor at the Dogwood junior high. Andy also works at the QFC as a cashier after school on Mondays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. White hick. The Child. Introvert. Andy has trouble making eye contact with anyone and never speaks above a whisper. He walks home alone everyday and prefers to spend a great deal of time reading old fairy tales and rhyming. 6 Andy tries to stay as low-key and invisible as possible. He does what people tell him. He wants to please, but he also just wants to be left alone and always chooses the easy way out of any social interaction. Andy can be viscously violent if pushed too far. He has a strong drive to smush anyone that hurts him. He has developed a very strong will and a high tolerance level as a result. Andy is a quiet person. He is a little gullible and is therefore easily taken advantage of and can be easily influenced. He is also self aware of his gullibility. His Lycanthropy made him more easily agitated and irritable. His first episode ended the life of his neighbors cat, Sucker, after the feline had tried to chase him down the road like it had for the past five years of their lives. His condition allows him an excuse to be violent and vengeful.

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Andy becomes afraid of himself and grows steadily more depressed and neurotic. He changes from looking relatively normal to, not washing often, deep circles form around his sunken eyes, and he starts talking, loudly, and often to himself. He looses his job and he settles into the woods of his back yard, never going inside the house. Andy loves his mother, knowing at an early age that she was young to have a kid already and that it was hard for her to care for him by herself. Andy never complained about chores and grew up early in many ways, but remained a child inside. His mothers family never called or visited, which made Andy more attached to his mom as she is his only family. He never asked about his father; he never cared to know about him. Andy loves to read old fairy tales and poems and he loves to write. Andy wanted to go to college to study folklore history. He secretly wants to meet his father, and wished that his mom didnt have to work so many jobs. He isnt into sports, but he likes to watch tennis. Help his mom, but more recently, he wants to get back to normal. Being alone, becoming a monstrous neon pink werewolf dog bowl and hurting someone, and cats (hates cats). He didnt graduate highschool as a result of his condition. History of his town. Needs to undersatand that he isnt just a victim, hurting the people who hurt him wont solve anything.. Single.

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Family:

Dreams/Activities:

Goals: Fears:

Education: Interests: Needs to overcome: Lovelife/relationships: Interior emotional landscape: Interior mental landscape: Colour palette: Aware/unaware of condition:

It is a very dark place. He is constantly afraid and depressed. As it stands, very white, pale blue and yellow. The pink and yellow is his anxiety. The white is fear. Yes, in a way, but his reality is skewed by the hallucinations.

Jacinta Bee
Full Name: Born: Age: Parents: Work life: Stereotype: Archetype: I or E: Personality: Jacinta Tasha Bee August 21st, Kana, Florida 27 Middle calss, teen parents. She grew up with her Catholic foster parents who were upper class. Jac was a part time student and worked at a resaraunt. Overachiever Woman Ideal Definitly an extrovert, she loves people and going to parties with loud music. She is a pleaser, but she is very nice and understanding, and she has a great love of life. Shadow: Jac is an overeater of sweats and icecream when depressed or unhappy, and no matter how angry she is, she never takes it out on other people, just herself. Persona: Sweet and gentle. Having Cotard Disease makes her withdrawn, her friends stopped seeing her when she started sleeping in the school morge. Family: Jac loves her family and is on good terms with her adoptive parents. She also deeply loves her 3 younger sisters (triplets). Dreams/Activities: Goals: Fears: Education: Interests: Needs to overcome: Anatomy, genetics, and math, modern dance, swimming, understanding anatomy from corpses. Wants to be a geneticist. Afraid of zombies, and afraid that she is a zombie. Colege interupted. An BS degree. Genetics. Not blaming herself for everything that goes wrong.

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Lovelife/relationships: Interior emotional landscape: Interior mental landscape:

She had a boyfriend, but he left when she prefered the company of the morge over him.

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Alone in the woods. Clean, steel, cold, slightly smelly... the raucus sound of laughter, gentle gold light,warm coffee, and rain.

Colour palette:

Erth colors show the calm gentleness in her heart and that follows her around like a halo.

Aware/unaware of condition:

Jac is aware, but cant help herself.

Tobias Hines
Full Name: Born: Age: Parents: Work life: Stereotype: Archetype: I or E: Personality: Shadow: Persona: Tobias Lawrence Hines September 8th, Taylor, Kansas. 25 Pour artist family that are the outcasts of the town, and are not religious He is a black and white photographer and an assistant at a hospital in Pensylvania. Goth Outcast Extroverted introvert. He likes people, but he gets tired from being around them for too long. Super perceptive and calm with hyper outbursts. Vicious when he has been wronged, and prone to bouts of depression. Positive attitude with a sharp sarcastic twist. Does well with authority, although he might test whether you are worth listening to. Handles a crisis calmly and without much hesitation. His relationship with his parents are good, they support his decisions. All things art and gothic grunge, and reading in cemeteries (because its quiet). Wants to have his own gallery. Running out of film. (Not much bothers him.) GED, never went to college. Light and shadow, watching people, capturing beauty. Needs to know that he doesnt need to fake a smile, that being honest about himself is ok, and that he doesnt need to worry about fitting in. Single. On a lily pad, out in the middle of a lake.

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Family: Dreams/Activities: Goals: Fears: Education: Interests: Needs to overcome:

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Soft gold light, blue, rolls of camera film scattered about a shoreline with a clear blue sky. Blue and black. Blue representing calm and complicated, black representing another state of mind, the Shadow. Yes, which is why he went to b&w film, because rich painted colour sets off his disease.

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Character Diseases

Characters
Playing with Playdough Again

Cotard Disease (Later: Jacinta Bee)

Lycanthropy (Later: Andy Poodle)

Stendhal Syndrome (Later: Tobias Hines)

Caracters
Diseases

Jacinta Bee
Cotard Disease

Andy Poodle
Lycanthropy

Tobias Hines
Stendhal Syndrome

Character Opposites

Michaela Tiny
Full Name: Born: Age: Parents: Work life: Archetype: I or E: Personality: Shadow: Persona: Family: Dreams/Activities: Michaela Gemma Tiny January, 10th, Kinna, Alaska. 20 Michaelas mom is a stay at home mom, and her father is a fisherman. Waitress, bar-tender, house keeper, math tutor. The Peacemaker Wishes to be an introvert. She wants to do nothing more than to write all day and be alone, but she puts on a pleasant mask. She has no talent for art, and she often lives in the clouds wishing for her dreams to come true. Rude and abrupt to people when she is in the mood. She puts on a happy-go-lucky front and could charm the pants off of anyone. She likes her mother, but she does not get on well with her father who is a drunk and thinks very poorly of women. Writing her novel and making it big, knitting, composing haikus, and playing with math problems. Also makes algorithms of the forces and chances behind doing chores instead of actually doing them. Getting a teaching degree. Drowning and not being able to keep her family together. GED, sort of. Needs to stand up for herself, and address the real reason why she takes her anger out on other people. Was married at 17, but is now divorced with her new baby, Lola. Stuck in the ice. Cluttered, warm, but cold is seeping in from the outside, wood walls, claustrophobic. Warm colous that bely the ice she feels underneath.

Goals: Fears: Education: Needs to overcome: Lovelife/relationships: Interior emotional landscape: Interior mental landscape: Colour palette:

Collin Crow
Full Name: Born: Age: Parents: Work life: Collin Rubin Crow August 12th, Portland, Oregon. 22 The only child of a middle class family with a lax relationship with the Lord (Catholic). Worked part time at his mothers flower shop and for his dads landscaping company. Did some volunteer work for the wildlife society. Thug Outcast Cocky extrovert. The ultimate bar fly with a temper. He is easy to talk to and he is discretly manipulative. Kinda a criminal ass. He is a bit of a gossiper, can be chatty and never shuts up when he gets going. Feels jaded about life. A very nice, soft fellow, who cuddles kittens on his days off of being an overbearing, intollerable, drunken ass. He is unhappy with his family and feels trapped by them. Gardening, attempting to learn the guitar, drinking copious amouts of alchohol, hustling pool, ignoring his emotional and mental scarring (Thank you, Andy). Getting drunk, but nothing long term. Afraid of water and rain and afraid of failure. High school drop out. Wants to go to college and make something of himself. Not being an insufferable jerk and to find something/one to live for. Single, but has had a string on one-night stands. Being burried alive by earth in the woods. An attic that is b&w, grey with heavy water damage and mold. Monochrome fits him because he seems shashed out and false.

Stereotype: Archetype: I or E: Personality: Shadow: Family: Dreams/Activities:

Goals: Fears: Education: Needs to overcome: Lovelife/relationships: Interior emotional landscape: Interior mental landscape: Colour palett:

Zack Ryker
Full Name: Born: Age: Parents: Zackariah Paul Ryker July 17th, Los Angeles, California 33 The upper class of the upper class, with Irish and Scandinavian roots. A very powerful, wealthy family of doctors, lawers, and businessmen/women. Never had to work, but he payed his own way through college, working as an intern and at bars and resaraunts. To thumb his nose at his dad, Zack took a job as a janitor, but he couldnt stay away from medicine entirely, so he picked the mental hospital in Pensylvania on the other side of the country from his family. Rich Boy Hero Zack in an extrovert, who likes to spend his time off of work chatting up people at a bar or sitting in his favorite chair with a beer, watching Doctor Who re-runs with his cat, Pam, the maincoon. Zack is incredibly stubborn, but he can usually weazel his way in or out of anything. He is nice to most everyone, but, he can be a prankster if you get on his bad side. Pranks, brawls, an elevated sense of right and wrong and arrogance. Zack has a very practicle aproach to life. He is a little self richeous, but is generally a good guy. He is not on good terms with his parents and even less with his perfect older brother. He gets along with his older sister and her family; he likes being the Favorite Uncle to her kids, Jim and Sandy. Having never had his parents around growing up, Anne (older sister) was the one who got him to school on time, made sure he did his homework and played nice with the other kids. She did her best. He sees her as his only real family. His parents expected nothing short of perfect from him (He did place in the top 5% of his medical class) and they fought often. It never came to blows, but you could hear the yelling clear to the other

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side of the very large, empty house. Zack is the black sheep of the family and his brother (Christoffer [Kit]) refuses to talk to him, but he secretly admires his younger brothers strength in resisting their parents plans for his life. Sports, mariene biology, watching stars and veterinary science Always wanted to be a professional surfboarder or veterinarian. Help as many people as he can. Afraid of being useless. Has 2 BSs and a PhD., at the top of his graduating class. Still plays backyard football with his colegues, watches at least a movie a night before going to bed, and wont touch a book unless its for educational purposes. That his jokes can be creulty, that he has no right to pass judgement on other people . He would bennefit from making up with his family. Engaged once, but she killed herself on a drug overdose. Zack lives alone with his cat, his only girlfriend at the moment. He is frustrated, causing and inner tention. Piano wire straining. Black bookshelf stuffed full with medical texts. Black, because he has a darkness lurking in him, red, because he is a passionate sort, and green, because it is a calming and wise colour.

Character Lineup

Andy Poodle Michaela Tiny

Zack Ryker Jacinta Bee

Tobias Hines

Collin Crow

F I LM DI SC US SI ON

Film Discussion
There Will Be Blood & Breaking Bad

In both the movies and the article I chose, the subjects, conflicts and actions that the characters go through specifically, money, family and consequently death. I was drawing a lot of correlations between the main characters of There Will Be Blood and Breaking Bad. One of the most prominent conflicts that arises for the characters is money. In There WiIl Be Blood, the first scene sets up the whole movie, showing you that this character is a miner hunting for oil. It shows to what lengths he will go to gain wealth no matter what happens to himself. In Breaking Bad the main character seems equally driven to make money the best and easiest way he knows how: making chemically perfect meth. Both of these men are experts in their field. But there is a key difference. One has no qualm about killing and violence. It became a kind of defensive mechanism, while the other is conflicted. He logically knows what needs to be done but his morals are at stake. Not only are these characters driven by money, but there is another reason or factor for their actions: Family. In Breaking Bad, Walter is trying to leave his family money. Him making money in a very illegal way is the only way he can GIVE his family something, so they are not burdened after his determinedly imminent death. Daniel in There Will Be Blood has a quite different view of family and how it effects him. He takes in a boy that is not his, meets who he thinks is his half brother after being a loner for a long time. Through the movie he reacts violently to certain situations: when he thinks someone is taking advantage of him, telling him what to do, challenging him, and or turning into the competition. From what I gathered, family to him is all about loyalty. If you betray that loyalty in his eyes, you are as good as dead to him or will be shortly. To Daniel family is

all about what THEY can GIVE HIM. After I took a step back from these stories, I applied what the article, Stories and Storytelling, was saying about them. That [stories] give expression to our outward feelings and help us to record the deepest of our inner monologues. These movies show the deep madness and kindness that runs in all of humanity. That may be a little extreme way of putting it, but thats what I was thinking as I reconsidered the movies. Madness. Kindness. There Will Be Blood was very aptly named. Daniel never changed his violent habits, not inwardly. He kept building his empire until it could run on its own and clean up all of the bloody mess that he left behind in addition to ostracizing what little family he had left at that point. He got his money and he got his power and all I could think was, What a miserable existence. But money and power are ingrained desires in our societyI didnt know what to think at the end of it. Satisfaction and utter disgust was what I settled on. He finally killed the idiot, but Jesus. Similarly, Walter was hanging on the edge of morals, responsibility and reason at the end of the second episode. I felt myself in a similar conflict of feelings as when I had seen the end of There Will Be Blood. He has to kill the guy, but what will it do to him? Will he be a killer now? Can he deal with it? Can I? What would I do? I couldnt answer the question. All of this reminded me of human duality. The face we give the public and the one that we recognize in the mirror. Do we really have to choose as society suggests? We battle ourselves everyday with usually smaller things than killing a man who lied to you about being your brother. These films and stories in a way help us deal with our own conflicts, they make us think. What kind of person are you really?

Film Discussion
Fearless & Girl With the Dragon Tattoo

I had a lot of fun with comparing the movies, Fearless and Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and the article, Personality Types. There was an exercise in the article about finding your personality type and I did it with myself at first, to test it out. Then I thought how cool it would be if I did that with the main characters from the two movies They both have PTSD, which changes their behavior, making then test almost as different people in the personality test, than if they had not been traumatized. This made me wonder what they would be like without PTSD, but then, we wouldnt have a story in the first place, the characters would be totally different. I couldnt quite figure out how to get the letters to designate the 4 letter personality type, but it was a very interesting exercise that forced me to look at the characters, not as I saw them, but to see them as they view themselves. Some things were pretty easy to figure out, like how Lisabeth is a serious introvert with some extroverted tendencies, for instance, her confidence around people at work when she is handing a client information and her Wasp pen name reveal her ease around people, but so long as there is a barrier, like the internet or her status at work (This is what I am, this is the way we can talk to each other). She is very sure of what she does, but refuses to get close to people. The man in Fearless is also an introvert, but seemed more like an extroverted introvert, for instance, he has no trouble talking about something he feels strongly about, like in his relationship with Carla, he is very comfortable around her and feels like he can do something for her. Lisabeth and Max handle their PTSD in similar ways, but their experiences have caused them to react more dramatically. Lisabeth with the psycho father, Max and the plane crash. Lisabeth, who is highly

intelligent with perfect recall, turns into a shut-in hacker with severe anger problems that is helped with kick-boxing lessons after she was finally released from the psych ward, but she is still struggling to find her freedom. She handles things better when she can take things by force, but not without being certain that in doing so wont go against her honor code. She acts or reacts similarly to Max in that when confronted with things that scare her, she tries to find the third way out rather than confronting it or hiding from it (which she does to a point, but it is physical, not mental) or she reacts with violence. Max is not exactly violent, but he refuses to confront his fear, and in a very mental and emotional way. It is very interesting from an outside point of view to see these characters adjust their personality to deal with their trauma, especially when you can catch glimpses of what they might have been like before the damage was done. For Max we are able to see that he may have been more outwardly expressive or easy going from what we can glean from characters reacting to the new him. Lisabeth on the other hand was suggested to always have been strong and clever, but she reached a point early on where she decided that violence was the only option left to her to end what was causing her and her mother pain. This happened over the course of years, Maxs happened in a few hours. Lisabeth grew and molded herself with the damage, using it rather than being used by it. Max was definitely used.

Film Discussion
Descendants & Apocalypse Now

Something that struck me in both Descendants and Apocalypse Now and after reading the article, This is Your Brain on Music, was the music and how it interacted with the visuals of the film and how it affected the viewer/me as I watched the movies. Descendants was primarily Hawaiian music. I have an association and familiarity with Hawaiian music, and hearing it in the movie brought different emotions to the scenes when it was playing. My godfather and godmother go to the Hawaiian Islands regularly every year for as long as I can remember. As a result, I have grown up with Hawaiian music and it always conjures the smell of cigars and barbecue and wine and family. As this movie was about family, I felt closer to the characters just because of the choice in music and also because George Clooney reminds me of my Dad. The use of the music was also interesting, in that it comes on loud. Even though all the songs were familiar for me and drenched in personal memory, it felt a little jarring every time Clooneys character was in a car. That got me thinking that the loud volume was on purpose because it added a feeling of unease, anxiety and anger. There were no other use of music really, only a complete lack of it when the characters were talking or yelling at each other. I felt this lack of sound made for even more powerful, personal and real scenes, because thats how things are. We dont go walking around with a personal soundtrack. In contrast to Descendants, Apocalypse Nows music felt like it gripped you by the hair and shoved you into the surreal, horrific, generational trip that was the Vietnam War. I spent most of the movie being confused and disgusted and ashamed. The

only part of the movie that I could really connect with was the music. I knew most of the songs because Rock and Roll was my childhood lullaby. My dad would vacuum to AC/DCs Hells Bells. One of my earliest memories of my dad was him teaching me how to do house chores. He told me, Morgan, when you clean the house, you clean to AC/DC. Like Hawaiian music, classic rock is my happy place, but this movie showed me a very angry side of that eras music, an era in which my dad was a young man. I still count my lucky stars that he was in the National Guard or Coast Guard (I cant really remember, he told me once), and did not go to Vietnam. Going back to Apocalypse Now, the way that the rock and roll music interacted with the overlays of images and the collage effect that was created by the many overlays of memory and a way of showing time passing was very effective. The entire movie felt like a really bad drug trip and the music helped that by being ambient, fading in and out and at a loud volume, but not blowing-your-socks-off, loud, just drifting there on the periphery of radio-across-the-street, loud and a memory. I also found it interesting that some classic orchestra songs were used, like Flight of the Valkyries. It made sense, as the American soldiers were the good guys (I use that term loosely), but it felt like the use of that song was used to conjure the opposite reaction of what it usually does because of the context. I found myself wrinkling my nose in a sneer.

Film Discussion
The Shining & Moonrise Kingdom

After watching The Shining and Moonrise Kingdom, I couldnt get literary concepts out of my head. Like lenses and themes. In my Gothic Literature class, we just discussed Edgar Allen Poes, Tell Tale Heart, using a psychoanalysis lens. All I was thinking of when watching The Shining, other than how creepy it was, was the concept of madness. I mean, come on, the guy was totally crazy. It was just my luck to find an article, Writing and Madness (Literature/Philosophy/Psychoanalysis) by Shoshana Felman, all about madness and concepts of madness. It was a really dense piece of writing, but it did alter my perception of what madness is, or how it is perceived. According to Hegel, quoted in the article, The capacity for self-reflection is given to man alone, that is why he has, so to speak, the privilege of madness, (pg 36). Along those lines, I was noting the heavy use of foreshadowing. Another thing that was interesting was the environment and color acting as an external representation of abstract internal conditions of the characters. Particularly the wife and Jack. The foreshadowing was at the very beginning when Jack hears about the man that killed his whole family with an ax. I remembered that conversation when Jack was running around the hotel with one. The environment was the most interesting part of the movie, besides the whole insanity thing. In the beginning of

the movie, we are watching a car travel on a road out in the country. Water, mountains, cliffs and vegetation. That was the calm before the storm. Even so, there is a sense of unease. Any wrong move, or lack of care could send the car crashing over the side of the road to the bottom of the lake. This sense of danger never wears off. When Jack is in the hotel, I noticed the vastness of the main lobby. The decorations are sparse, mostly old photos. As the movie progresses and the mental state of the characters change, so do the colors and the amount of decoration. The settings swap between vacant and large to high claustrophobia. In the beginning, there are a lot of browns, yellows and dull grays and rust reds. The wife in the beginning is the only one with strong color. Her deep blue dress and red tights. By the end, the environment is primarily white and blood red. There is a high sense of stress and severe anxiety. There emotions of the characters and the audience gradually escalates throughout the movie, further displayed in the white and red walls. Overwhelming dread created by those two colors. Near the end of the movie, the wife went from colorful to dull browns maybe implying that she was still living with the principles of society? Where red and white could also imply insanity or the lack of those principles. White: the lack. Red: the overpowering drive of many (emotional?) motivations. In Moonrise Kingdom, there is also an implication of an escape from reality, but in a far more subtle display. The boy, for example was escaping from reality, but in a social way. One could say that the hunt for him was spurred by the adults to understand why and a need to conform to societys right and wrongness of certain behaviors. Running away, defying the return to society, making your own rules as to

how one should behave, unnecessary cruel judgement in the case of the social services lady with the drive to lock the runaway up as a mental case. I decided that the colors of the people could correspond with their mental or emotional conditions or their moral standing or view of their place in society. The military like mindset of the scouts, the adventure loving girl with the binoculars, the desire for freedom in the runaway boy. The environment of the island feels almost claustrophobic or close knit like that of interlacing tree roots. There is also a sense of seclusion and close kept privacy, although this is primarily seen through the interactions between the characters. As far as madness goes, I found that there could be an implication of it that began when the boy first runs away. Discord appears between the people when the girl also goes missing and escalates as more people join the hunt and more children disappear. People become more hostile near the end of the movie. In a way, the spread of this anxiety is what I started calling contagious madness. More people depart from the social norm until the end where things become quiet and the norm returns.

Film Discussion
The Parkinglot & Queen of Versailles

Both the parking lot documentary and the Queen of Versailles Siegel documentary were incredible for very different reasons. I found myself thinking of the difference and the concept of wealth. It was obvious who were more wealthy. The difference in wealth or the concept of it was interesting. What do we consider wealth to be? I believe it to be family, people who support you, love you and having dreams or a goal for your life. Without a goal, you lack direction. The Siegel family accept for the father, lacked direction. I think that their lives really lacked meaning. I was cheering when the kids went to public school. I thought that they might grow a little more and find a path for themselves rather than becoming these wild things that they were. Since I had no idea really what to talk about for these documentaries, I chose an article at random, The Brain of Einstein by Roland Barthes. It talks about the myth of Einstein. I made the comparison of myth in general. I compared my understanding of the myth of the parking lot and of the billionaire. Almost a nothing vs. an everything, but after watching the documentaries, I found this generalized idea to be false. It seemed almost the exact opposite. I found the sheer amount of meaning that came out of a meaningless job absolutely amazing. The philosophy and profoundness of the people who worked at the parking lot blew my mind. Being a parking lot attendant is one of those jobs that our society views as lower and low. Its something thats worse than working at a drive through, worse than any other job. The amount of thinking the attendants all did to find meaning, it was very surprising. In addition to this, there is the idea of power that came up. The power the attendants had over the people that parked

there and the power in searching for themselves. I also found it interesting that people would disrespect their power or authority even though it was their job to charge them for the time they parked their car. I found this ludicrous. As for the documentary about the Siegel family my mind was blown. In the bad sort of way. Their lives seemed so meaningless, especially after watching the parking lot where all these people found meaning for themselves. The myth of a billionaire family held up in some places, like the private jets and the limos and the gigantic houses, but it completely fell to pieces in my eyes. I dislike money, but after watching that? I view money as a curse of unhappiness. If you have more money than you know what to do with, then you are lacking something profound in your life. Where people disregarded the parking lot people, everyone fears and goes out of their way to suck up to the Siegel family. Clearly we regard money with power and money a lot of times is power. The ultimate American goal it to be rich. Such a shallow goal. There is more to life than money, that is clearly shown in the film when the stock market crashes. Jackie knows more about life than her husband. I really appreciated the end where she says that she doesnt care about the money. She is all about family. And with that, I find that I have more respect for her. Family is its own power. When money fails, there is family.

Film Discussion
The Social Network & The Laramie Project

What struck me most about these two films is the heavy interaction with the media. Be it a website or the press. This got me thinking about social networks as in the social groups we create and interact with as humans in an anthropological sense. I found the article, Foundations of Human Sociality: Economic Experiments and Ethnographic Evidence from Fifteen Small-Scale Societies. Everyone is connected in this modern era. The internet is the biggest cause of this, but also before that, reporters and the news was how we connected. In The Social Network, it is very clear what this movie is about. Its about life, interacting with one another, and the effect we all have on each other. The article I chose talks briefly about how case studies of societies show that there are similar structures in everyday life. All I can say is, duh, but there is something to be said about remembering that we all come from the same basic stuff, socially. This movie was centered around the very basic human need to interact and to have friends and to pursue a better life for ourselves. This main character was more about self. Bettering himself, being recognized in his social group, but also being apart of the campus and even being apart of the world. There was also a strong corporate dynamic. Corporations function like families, but are more rigid and effect more than one set of people. They have a chain of command. All social groups have a chain of command, but it was interesting as a viewer to see a corporation being born, to see it as a family dynamic first. In The Laramie Project, it was very much a small town telling their story about a social tragedy that effected all the towns people. And then the media arrived. The introduction of such an influx

of foreigners into this town that also was invading their privacy as a society was an interesting thing. The press is very invasive and viewed as a negative thing. But what I realized when the doctor was talking to the press and the moment he cried, as I watched the photographers and film crews, it was that they were effected by this event too. That with the media, as much as we love to hate them, they can connect us as one gigantic social group. We are human. We are all connected through things that we go through in life, this is how we make and choose our smaller social groups. Everything that goes on in a small scale in some way goes on in the larger scheme of things. In this way there is a spooky connectedness that we can all feel and relate to. We have all experienced loss, love, anger, violence, acceptance and achievement and failure to some extent. Both these films felt like a refreshing of my understanding of what it is to be human as oddly philosophical and esoteric as that sounds

Film Discussion
Bob Roberts & Catfish

What a tricky world we live in. Both in Bob Roberts and Catfish, I couldnt help but think about the goals and aspirations that inspired these characters to do what they did. I knew I wanted to look at Carl Jungs theory of personality, so I found The Psychology of Personality: Viewpoints, Research, and Applications, By Bernardo J. Carducci. While reading some of Jungs theories again, I was reminded that one of his core ideas was that the mind sought balance. In Bob Roberts, I was impressed with the real quality of the documentary. It would have fooled me if I hadnt recognized the actors. What I found most compelling about the movie was the message of corruption, a message I have heard all my life in all the songs, ballads and movies of my early childhood and from my activist mother, but it was so artfully shown in this movie, especially at the end with the documenter standing in front of a statue of one of our nations forefathers. The message of rejection of all kinds of tyranny scrawled above their heads Its times like those that I cant help but to feel that we are beyond hope, as a nation and as individuals. We are bred too compliant and too stupid. We do not question our leaders as much as we should. This movie inspired rebellious thoughts in me. I have always hated the persona of the sheep that we wear so often. Anyway, in this movie, I was analyzing what made Bob Roberts such an attractive man to the public. Obviously, it is the face he puts on for the public, his charm, his supposed determination to help the public rid itself of drugs. All these things are just the mask that he puts on for the people so that he can get elected. Because of his charm, a great many people agree with him, the sheep, even when some of the things he stands for clearly betray the original spirit of our country.

The article I read applied more easily to the second movie, Catfish. In this homemade movie, there are no actors per say because this tim is a true documentary about this photographer and this relationship with this family over Facebook. I am forever suspicious of people over the internet. In the beginning of the movie, all I could think was, If it looks too good to be true, then it probably is. When they finally meet Angela, I was fascinated by her, because I understood why she lied to him from a look at her home life and personality. She was searching for a better life, and she was able to have it on the internet. I was not surprised by the outcome of this movie. There were so many Jungian things going on, like the Ego and Angelas personas and her motives for seeking personal happiness and balance in her life. I really like the soft of rough honesty with the film, the way it was shot and the parts where the filmmakers brother was saying that he didnt want him to film because it was his life and it was private. I think most film makers would have cut that, but keeping it only added to the realness of the film.

Film Discussion
Pulp Fiction & We Need to Talk About Kevin

In both Pulp Fiction and We Need to Talk About Kevin, there was a very clear breaking of the traditional rules of storytelling in the Heros Journey. I read part of The Hero with a Thousand Faces By Joseph Campbell that talked about very distinct people or events that happen to the protagonist as they go about their journey. I really enjoyed both movies because of this break with the boring, predictable way of following a character arch. These movies forced you to do a lot of thinking and speculation on your own on how the characters got to where they were in the beginning, since they both start more or less at the end/after the climax of their story. Pulp Fiction starts more in the middle, but it still has the same effect. The only problem I ran into with We Need to Talk About Kevin, was that I couldnt connect with the characters at all. It felt very cerebral in the way the story was told. There was no high charged emotion, only cause and effect and a gut-clenching feeling of anxiety. Nothing happy happened in this movie, and if it did, it only lasted a moment before it was crushed or twisted. Because of this, I found that I removed myself emotionally altogether and studied the film and characters rather than get attached to them or relate to them. I didnt like this film because it triggered something that kicked me out. And as heros go, there was none. Not in the typical manner anyway. Kevins mother was the protagonist and the only one left standing in the end. I kept trying to figure out why Kevin didnt kill her, but I dont think even he knew or it was because he didnt get an opening to end her, or I dont know. The only one who can answer that is a psychologist and the man himself.

Pulp Fiction was fabulous. The language and the long cuts made this movie feel very natural even though it was ridiculous. It also helped that it had some of my favorite actors. The language in this movie is what stands out the most for me. It was very well written. I liked this film also because the characters change noticeably. Something happens that causes them to change direction. This was very satisfying as a viewer, possibly because of the figures from the Heros Journey that popped into this movie every so often. For example, Robert DiNero as the wise old man figure that arrives to guide Samuel L. Jackson and John Travoltas characters to help solve their headless man problem. There was also the very subtle unsaid part of the movie with Bruce Williss character that talks about morals. He couldnt leave the shop because his morals told him to go save Marsellus Wallace from the rapist even though Wallace wanted Williss character dead. In that way, this movie also satisfied a need for a purpose in storytelling. Jacksons character says it quite plainly at the end of the movie when he lets the robbers go, See, now Im thinking, maybe it means youre the evil man, and Im the righteous man, and Mr. 9 millimeter here, hes the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean youre the righteous man and Im the shepherd and its the world thats evil and selfish. Id like that. But that shit aint the truth. The truth is, youre the weak, and Im the tyranny of evil men. But Im trying, Ringo. Im trying real hard to be the shepherd.

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This Must be the Place & Requim for a Dream

This Must Be the Place and Requiem for a Dream are both different and intense films. They both talk about family and fears and end at polar opposites of each other. One was really hard to watch. I had tried to watch it before but stopped less than half way through. I just couldnt handle what was going to happen. Give you three guesses as to which one that was. I chose The Psychological Power of Storytelling as my article since the way the stories were told is what most moved me about the films beside the actual film techniques that were used, like the split screen in Requiem for a Dream. That was something I hadnt seen used very often, or effectively. This Must Be the Place had a very odd but definitive Heros journey. The arc of the story was easy to predict, but exactly how the character would change was totally unpredictable for me. I liked that. I like being surprised and not being able to predict how the character will respond to a situation. I also liked that this story was rewarding when you finally got to the end. You didnt exactly know what was going to happen after, but you had feeling that things would be alright. Things would change, but it would be alright. Things were most definitely not alright at the end of Requiem for a Dream. I was not alright. Lots of crying, snot bubbles and tissues and this all enveloping black hole of hopelessness. Awesome. Emotions were not my friend that day. Anyway, the story arch was predictable, I knew what was going to happen, which is why I stopped watching the first time, and yet, I still hoped. At the end, I was still hoping that everything would be ok. And the characters were easy enough to connect with, and the way they are presented, you still see them as people. You dont see that very often in most films that

I watch that have drug addicted people in them. They become evil or bad, but in this movie, you are still connected to them and they are still people. They have dreams. It makes you want to help, but there is no way that you can. Again, hopeless, and helpless. I guess, after reading the article, it is the fact that I couldnt process how to help or what to do after watching Requiem for a Dream that that is why I was so miserable at the end of it. I didnt learn anything new, other than that people are people and no one is really evil, everybody has reasons. I felt drained and useless. Yay emotions. Woo. The intensity of the music didnt help. I was wound up for the entire film, and when it finally let me breath, all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball. With This Must Be the Place, when I thought about the film again, I realized that why I was probably satisfied with it was because it ended on a high note or at least a manageable one. I was comfortable with the format as it was a traditional heros journey. I felt hope and maybe forgiveness. Forgiving ones self and maybe being forgiven. The main character grew up. It was a sort of odd coming of age film as well with the constant references that Penns character was still a child. In the end, he smoked a cigarette, cut his hair, upheld his fathers honor, and was able to move on with life and to stop (literally and figuratively) carrying his baggage around him like a noose.

Film Discussion
In Bruges & The Tree of Life

In Bruges and The Tree of Life are two very different movies that have ties in the human condition and religion. I chose a part from the book, Four Phases of Morals: Socrates, Aristotle, Christianity, Utilitarianism, by John Stuart Blackie to further my exploration of religion and how it effects these movies characters. My initial thoughts Bruges was about purgatory, a killer, guilt, love, hope, death, god (negative), man, morals, fast. The Tree of life was about life and death and the circle, loss, love, living, god (positive), grace, nature, slow. The movie, In Bruges, is one of my favorite movies. I have only seen it twice, but its very hard to forget. It is very fast paced and it brings up a lot of questions about death and morals since the two main characters are hit men, a morally and emotionally complicated job. Morals based in Christian belief and human instinct. Collin Ferrells character is struggling with a huge moral issue when he accidentally kills a kid and tries to live with it. At a point he decides he cant and his boss has the same opinion, if I had killed a little kid, accidentally or otherwise, I wouldnt have thought twice. Id killed myself on the fucking spot. On the fucking spot. I wouldve stuck the gun in me mouth. On the fucking spot! In the end, Harry sticks to his word when he kills the midget thinking it was a kid. The other thing about this movie that I found interesting was Bruges being Purgatory for Ray. It was interesting to see the use of Christian belief in this way for this character. Its such a beautiful place, but hes a fast paced, bright lights city guy, so Bruges could definitely be his hell. In contrast to In Bruges, The Tree of Life was very slow and very beautiful with letting you experience the big picture of the

world on life on Earth when you go through life, happiness and tragedy with this family. There was very little dialog, this movie really let you experience the moment. There was also a very strong religious element to this movie and Grace, that I found intriguing. In the beginning the parents experience a loss and they use religion as their rationale for that loss. A gift given, and the gift taken back. This movie was very different from the fast paced hit men in Bruges and I found it very hard to watch. I lean more towards nature than religion, so I had a lot of trouble connecting with the family. This was also set in a very different time than what I am accustomed to or understand. I have a hard time connecting in general with this time period. I also felt that the parts I liked the most were the nature shots, I didnt like the combo even though they relate to each other a lot. I just made me want to watch a nature video rather than to continue watching this film.

Film Discussion
The Road & Enter the Void

The Road and Enter the Void were two very emotional and spiritual films. They are also very dark hopeless until the very end, where the question of, What happens after? is answered. I compared these films with the article, Longing for an Afterlife: Is there life after death? Of course not! by Steve Stewart-Williams. In both films, after reading the article about the likelihood of an afterlife, all I can say is that the idea of life after death is a comfort. Who the hell cares if its true or not, I personally believe in reincarnation, but the point of it all is to not fear death. Death is the absolute period on the end of the sentence that is our life. In The Road, the father struggles the most with the idea of dearth, because it is creeping up on him mightily fast and he would have to leave his young son behind in a world that was growing increasingly more hopeless for survival. He has to struggle with morals and social standards that the boy did not grow up with, since the world had gone to hell in a hand basket when he was born. The emotional and mental struggle of the father trying to prepare his son and debating wether to just end it all carries on for the whole of the movie. He also had the hardest time dealing with the death of his wife. Without the thought of an afterlife and being reunited with her, I think he would have killed himself a long while ago. But we give ourselves hope, false hope according to science, which is fine, I suppose. We delude ourselves with anything to survive. We will think anything if it will give us an edge to survive. Now, as for Enter the Void, this entire film is about reincarnation, in a rather psychedelic way, so according to the article, its a fantasy. I thought that it was fascinating

and that it made a lot of sense for an interpretation of this version of an afterlife. I thought that it was really well done. The disconnected feeling that I had for the whole movie was interesting. It allowed you to think and to experience things that I think that you would miss if you were really emotionally connected with the characters. The behind the head shots and not seeing the face of the character allowed a nice level of disconnection and yet of connection. Like you were the one experiencing it I just contradicted myself. Anyway, it made ya think! Another way that how the death and death itself was handled, was I had never seen a visual interpretation of it. Ive done a lot of reading and have listened to a lot of stories, and I could only imagine what it would be like to have an out of body experience or what it would be like to be on the hunt for another beginning as it were, but the way that the soul traveled and what it seemed to seek and why it sought was pretty much on the dot of how I imagined. Hope, was certainly lacking in parts, in a similar way to the lack of hope in The Road. And denial. Denial was big. I kept thinking, Well help him! There is still time! and, His soul is still around, you could revive the idiot! (Because only an idiot would tell the police through a bathroom door that he had a gun when he really didnt. Have you never watched a cop flick? What always happens when you say you have a gun? You get shot! Duh!) I dont really know what I think It was a really well done, fascinating movie.

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9/3 After school: I have a face full of shamies. ...finger condom, if you ever need any, just ask, I have a ton. random thought Do not underestimate the power of the shamie. 9/4 In school: I have a monotone... Um, thats nice... After school: Its begging to get dirty. Oh, I know. So is everything that is soft and white and fluffy. No, I am not prepared. Im going to throw up on myself and go cry in the bathroom. Ill support you in theory... Itll be easier... I vicariously hate you... because I need to have this guy naked on stage. The nuts and bolts actually start happening at 5:00am. Around Seattle: Im the fucking blister queen. FUCKING FUCK! 9/5 At school: I need you to roll your eyeballs over this page. Im a little duckling: Cheep, cheep! 9/7 At the dorm: Who smeared cocaine on my drawing? 9/8 Around Seattle: Hahaha! You guys fucked up the whole thing! 9/9 At school: ...if they have psychological problems, then theyre looking for you. ...maybe the fruit of his loins... Spinny mechanism. You know, fan. A fan. Words. At the dorm: Like, you know, the things you need to

know: Peanut allergies, and, oh, your father died. 9/10 At school: ...wake up naked in the forest the next day, What the hell happened? Why do you have that thing in your nose?! They love to rip out your soul and shit on it. I can only open one eye underwater. At the dorms: ...watched a woman take off her coat. The only word for it was, violently disrobed. 9/11 At school: ...damnation, we are uncomfortably hot. Much like outside right now... 9/12 At school: Standing in the cafeteria, hearing something like thunder, Wait, is that tap-dancing? Walk by room: Loud, heavy bass, rap/r&b/pop song with 20+ tap-dancers. Yep, tap-dancing. 9/19 A school I just felt my brain devolving. Teacher starts fussing with technology, the entire class goes dead quiet, holding their breath. At the dorm: Why do we have a scary, slasher bathroom? I like pie... What? Thats so random! (starts laughing) I was afraid that I would make it and it wouldnt break. What is happening?! You must be tired at laughing at all my jokes. Speaking of Hannibal, have you seen that show? Hm. Hellooo! Huh? I dont know what it is about their

spoons, but the way that they glide in and out of your mouth is pleasant. I just got chills... from my yogurt... Chicken hunting is a test from the Gods: The test of strength, will and intelligence. 10/24 Maybe I could go to the park and hack off a tree branch. But I dont think theyd let me do that. Ha! Not if I distracted them by running nude across the street. Oh, Jesus! Hahahahaha! 11/5 At dorm: Titties Tuesday. Roommate on solvent: Walks in to take a shower, pokes head out unexpectedly, cant see her. In sing-sing voice, Guess what happens Thursday? I stare dumbly, What? Still sing-song, I get to wash my clothes! I can wear pants and clean underwear! Im dying with laughter. She pokes her head out again, and says more things that put me into a state of hysterics and I end up paralyzed on the room floor. Solvent is fun. Pokes her head out again, We are such a pair. I am slamming my hand against the floor, lying flat on my stomach. Gods, I wonder what the neighbors thought? 12/9 At school: Porn in the print lab, vagina sculpture in the cafeteria, very unfortunate foundation on a girl in the elevator that looked like white kabuki makeup, and my only thought was, Yep, finals week at Cornish.

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Storyboard Exercise
25 minutes to music

Jacinta walked through the apartment building door that a young tenant, Paul, held open for her as she rushed up the cement steps. Thanks, Paul! she said, out of breath, as she passed him. He smiled and waved as the door shut. Jacinta walked up the ugly mauve carpeted steps, taking her time. She scrunched her nose in disgust as tacky sweat dripped down her back beneath her thick, soft, brown sweater. The stairs creaked and squeaked beneath her feet as old wood is prone to do. The air was musty and stale. The old plaster walls absorbed every scent that passed through the rundown florescent lit halls, trapping them in a suspended state, never diminishing, no matter how often the place was Fabreezed. Tonight, amongst the familiar smells of old shoes, pizza, and bleach was that of cigarettes. Smoke still floated lazily about the ceiling and light fixtures. The smell: sharp and dull, thick was mixed faintly with potato chips. Barbecue flavored. Her breath was back by the time she made it up to her floor (the apartment has no elevator, like many others that were built in 20s). Jac took from her knitted pocket the infamous key ring. It jangled with many gold, silver and bronze colored keys. It sparkled with the purple glitter of a bell and the slick flash of a glazed fish, its body wiggled with every slight movement. The hollow sections were held together by steel rings, making the charm appear to flop and flip with a mind of its own. Jac hunted for the key to her door. Finding it, she let herself in. Turning on the main hallway light, she let the heavy, solid, green painted door slam close on its own behind her. she absently locked it and walked

down the tiny, narrow hall into the main room. She flipped on a light. The room was littered with books and magazines that she will never likely get to read until winter break. Then she could take them with her back home to see her family in Florida. School papers all but hid a table from view, its soft yellow wood legs gleamed happily in the light from the floor lamp. Jac walked over to the old bronze lamp and set he backpack down next to it. She looked around the cluttered room for a long while, organizing in her head what she needed to get done. She sighed deeply and looked at the floor boards under her feet. The heavily polished wood glittered a deep red under her quiet blue shoes.

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Demons Part 1
Prologue: ANDY POODLE (Age 15): Town of Dogwood: Bell rings. Hand picks up navy-blue backpack and stands up out of a plastic seat with the rest of the class. // Walking down hall backpack over one shoulder POV of someone stalking ANDY from behind. // Andy falls to the gravel under the other kids kicks and punches. // He stares at his bloody hand on the wet gravel. (Red and Blue) // COLLINs face stares down at Andy in a sneer. He says things, but its silent. // Woods: Dead leaves all around, empty branches. // Sun => White. // City of Trenton Mental Institute, 17 miles from Dogwood: White walls. // Haunted brown eyes. Neon pink hair/bangs and eyebrows in view. // Blink. // Blink, Andy opens his eyes. White light, piercing. (Still no sound) // Profile of Andy sitting on a white bunk (Sound has returned: a dull buzzing), there came a whining rake of a metal door (Camera: rolls past into the wall => Black). // COLLIN CROW (Age 17): Black => (Camera: rolls out of wall into shot) Holding cell in downtown Coopersville 10 miles from Dogwood: Collin walking out of jail cell, (The sound of the raking door opening carrying over from Andys cell) the barred door jerks to a halt, fully open. // Mid shot of Collin, you can make out in the harsh low light bruises that covered half his face, circles under his eyes, his blond hair sticking out in all directions. // His parents home in Dogwood (Night): Falls onto bed, face up, dressed in a grey T-shirt. Puts his hand over his face. // Blood spurting. // Fists. // Off kilter yelling. // Pulls his hand down his face. // Blurred motion. Ringing noise. // Rolls over, yells at his mom that hes not hungry. // Pulls comforter over his head. // Close up of his eyes (dull blue). // Eyes squeeze shut. // JACINTA BEE (Age 23): City of Willerford Mental Institute: Eyes open (piercing blue). Camera: orients up, eyes staring straight ahead. Ringing noise continues, fading in and out now with muted voices. Violent, headache inducing white light illumi-

nates the whole room. // Smile. // Disembodied laughter. // Indiscernible talking. // Dull, thudding music. // Insert shot of JACINTAs hand with elegant nails painted in a clear gloss coat, holding a half empty beer bottle lightly. (Browns) // Books. // Pages. Papers. // Jacintas hand writing. // Long, glossy brown hair, hovering above the paper. // A gaggle of friends, laughing and talking. // Sunlight. // Crying, bent around a toilet. // Silent screaming. The ringing noise increases. // Fisted hands in hair, brown, a complete mess. // A womans lips move, smile, speaks in a mans voice, Shes dead, honey. // Jarring overlay of mouth. // The lips turn blue and purple. Yellowed teeth are exposed in the beautiful mouth of the corpse, I love you, sweety. (said in a womans voice) // Jacinta staring at nothing in a white room, sitting on a cot. She smiles, closed mouthed. Her voice in the otherwise empty room replied in a soft, hoarse tone, I love you too, Mom. Part 1: COLLIN (Age 22): City of Willerford, 50 miles from the town of Dogwood: Establishing shot: Walking down street in the early, foggy morning. // Establishing shot: City scape/skyline. // Telephone wires. Crows landing on them. // Wet, wood sided houses. // Glistening sidewalk reflecting back the many coloured lights. (Blue overtones) // Blurred out of focus lights of cars and street lights. // Sky begins to lighten, turning yellow-pink behind the tall buildings. // Mid shot of Collin walking, (side view) traffic passing him by. // Close up of his face, lost in thought. // Checking in on a sheet in a cement building. Close up of his hand and face in profile. // Greets fellow workers and goes about his day. // Close ups of hands, dirt and plants. // After work, he bumps around town. // Goes into a bar in the early evening/comes out long after dark. // Gets knocked around. // A lull in the pacing as he lies on the street, trying to find the will to go home. // Colling enters his apartment building. A car drives by the wood framed glass door, the headlights are dimly seen going by. // Collin opens his mailbox. // Closes mailbox. // Door to apartment closes. // He walks inside the main room, dropping his keys on a side table and sifts through the mail. Most of them are bills, junk mail. Pauses on a letter addressed to the previous tenant. // View from behind letter,

Key: // Cut to reality // Cut to memory => Fade to Italics Place Age 17 Past Words Memory Words Dream or hallucination Words Sing-song/ign

looking over it to focus on Collins face. He frowns, Jacinta Bee... // Tosses mail on the coffee table in front of his couch. // Falls onto the couch, putting his dirty shoes up on the table. Says, Change your damn address. through a heavy sigh as he leans his head back and closes his eyes. // JACINTA (Age 27) : City of Willerford Mental Institute: Voices outside the walls floated to Jacintas ears, muddled and unclear, NURSE 1: I dont know what to do. Ive never seen a case like this before. NURSE 2: She needs a specialist. The doctor doesnt know what to do; I dont care what he says. The only reason they moved her here is because Thomas was boasting that he could help the hardest case they had at the clinic. NURSE 1: What a load of crap. NURSE 2: Hmh. The jerk didnt have the courage to tell them that he had no idea what to do when he was shone her case. Shes been here for eight months and shes just gotten worse. The voices fade out completely as they walk away. Silence. // Close up of Jacintas eyes, tangled brown hair on either side of her worn face. She stares blankly down at the scuffed floor. She heard them, but she didnt care; she thought she was already dead. // Time has passed, she still stares blankly at the floor, eyes half closed and weary. The was a growing sound of squealing wheels and the slap of something wet and heavy smacking against the hallway floor. Jacinta tilted her head, eyes slowly turning towards her door reacting belatedly to the sound. Her eyes focused as a whistled tune reached her ears, her mind catching up to her bodys reaction. She knew that song. It was her mothers favorite. // Her mother would hum it while she did the dishes. // While she gardened in their small town house in Florida. // It reminded her of the warm sun, // and heavy humidity // and of the warm blue ocean that would gently hold her in its comforting arms, // and lap at her golden-brown skin. // A light smile lit her face. She began to hum, her voice rough at first from disuse. // Images of her mother back-lit by sun (no corpses = important). // Back to back/split screen, Jac and her mother sing, Cant take my eyes off you... // Close up of her mouth. // Cut to outside cell door, looking at it dead center, her voice can be heard through it.

...Youre just too good to be true... // ZACK RYKER (Age 33): Zack stops mopping the floor, his whistling pauses. Jacinta continues to sing, ...Cant take my eyes off you... she stops, faltering, like she had forgotten the rest of the song. Zack leans his mop against the wall, curious. He walks slowly over to her door. She repeats the song line distractedly. He pauses, pressing his shoulder to the white wall beside her door. He hesitates and then begins to hum and she grows quiet, listening. He continues the song quietly, testing the waters, Youre just too good to be true, cant take my eyes off you... She is still quiet. He continues, growing more curious, his voice growing slightly louder as he did. Youd be like heaven to touch, I want to hold you so much... // JACINTA: Close up of Jacs hair-shadowed face, her chapped lips parted and trembled slightly. Slowly, Jacs mouth formed the next verse as Zack kept singing. At long last love has arrived... and I thank God Im alive... Tears fall down her cheeks, the small drops ran down her paling skin, evaporating into the corner of her mouth and falling off her chin. // She rises like a sleep walker, (view only of her left hand and her white clothing). // (the camera doesnt move) She walks slowly to the door, growing out of focus as she moves away from her cot. Her voice a soft whisper uttering the words of the song, ... Youre just too good to be true... // (Close up profile view of her face and the door on our left, only the lower half of her face is seen) Her mouth close to the white metal door. // (Close up of Zacks mouth front view door on our right) Still singing, now quiet, sung more from his chest (lower = counter to Jacintas voice), Pardon the way that I stare, theres nothing else to compare... // Jacintas voice grows and Zack turned to face the door (full profile). He now listens to her sing through the cold metal. ... The sight of you leaves me weak... There are no words left to speak... // Zacks face in profile (split screen), unruly red hair, aristocratic nose and stubborn mouth; Jacintas worn face in profile (Only lower half of both faces in profile. Zack on the left Jacinta on the right.) her unkempt brown hair, elegant nose, and full, cracked lips sing the song together, ...but if you feel like I feel, please let me know that its real...

Youre just too good to be true, cant take my eyes off you... // ZACK: Close up of Zacks curious and serious brown eyes. // Close up of Jacintas brilliant blue and haunted, sleepless eyes. // The music in their heads fade to a memory like metal echo. // Back to profile split screen. Zack says, Hello, in a calm, quiet voice. Jacinta, mouth parted, says nothing for a breath of a moment, and then she responds quietly in a slightly dreamy tone of voice, Hello. (Her mouth almost wants to form the greeting as a question, like she isnt sure that the voice on the other side of the door is real.) // Part 2: COLLIN: Collins apartment: (Insert shot, low side view) A dark, tired blue eye opens. Collin wakes up on his couch, (low shot from end of couch, looking slightly up at it and Colling sprawled on it) his alarm turning on the radio, (Close up) the song, Cant Take My Eyes Off You blares from the small speakers. (Focus on beer cans on coffee table, Collin out of focus) Colling groans and slowly sits up, knocking over beer cans, wearing nothing but his navy blue boxers and white socks. // (Camera focuses past scattered cans)Putting his head in his hands, he moaned softly. // (Side view) Reaching for his sweatpants automatically, he slowly puts them on. // Bruises cover his arms, shoulders, face and sides. Another rough night, but hes used to it. // (Focus on the radio) The radio spewed Frankie Vally and The Four Seasons, grating on Collins nerves. He walks (out of focus to camera) unsteadily to the radio and roughly punches a button, changing the channel. Shut up, He growls at the little machine, still in a haze of discomfort and sleep. A grinding, abrasive, metal screamo band flares to life after an ear-shredding gasp of static. Collin cranks the volume as he walked by to the bathroom. // Still sleepy, he stepped into the old shower. // Scrubbing hair roughly, soap running down his scarred (heavy scarring along his ribs, side and stomach), light tan skin. // (Camera outside bathroom aimed at the door from the side) The sound of a heavy sigh from the shower is heard outside the bathroom.// Collins work: (No music, just the raw sound of planting and shoveling) (Time is a little slow and clam) Dirt. // Sweat. //

Smoking and coarse jokes. // Heavy tan work gloves twisted between rough hands and then slapped against dirt streaked blue jeans. // Check out. (Fade to black). // At a bar in downtown at night: (Time is fast, hectic feeling and uncomfortable) Walks into a bar overflowing with noise (side shot of him walking up the old steps) (Mid shot of his back as he opens the door). // Laughing. // Shot, after shot, after shot, after shot. // Spilled liqueur. // Glass. // Pale straight teeth in a sneering smile. // Flash of dull blue eyes. // Hands curling around glass. // Hands curling around and arm that pulls free (Slow down). // A fist slamming into a face. // (Speed up) Shattered glass. // Thudding beat of the music makes your head pound (deep and soft like from underwater). // Splattered blood from a broken nose. // Shouting mouth. // Blurred movement. // Blurred lights. // Covered in his own blood, Collin stumbles around in the street, cars zooming by, honking at him, squealing tires. // Rain. // Foot slipping on a broken sidewalk. // (Slow down) Lying on the sidewalk (Close up of his hand and face), his expression was spaced out and distant. Collin was soaking wet, blood on his face mixed with the rain. // (ECU of his hand) His hand, bloody, split knuckles curled slowly on the rough, broken cement. Red and blue. // Andy stares at his bloody hand on the wet gravel. (Red and Blue) // Collins face stares down at Andy in a sneer. // Jerky walking. // Doors slamming closed (Sound overlay) as Collin falls onto his couch (Double image overlay). Fade to black. // Dogwood High school: (Close up full front shot) Collin (current age) stares ahead slightly confused. // Andy is standing far ahead of him. // (Mid-shot) Band-aids cover his scrawny cheeks and arms, a gauze bandage was wrapped around his head, making his straight hair puff out in odd directions. He is not looking at Collin, his expression worried and afraid and self conscious (People suddenly appear, the noise deafening). He stood in the crowded lunchroom with a plastic, navy blue tray in his pale hands. Andy scanned the room for a place to sit. // Hey, Poodle! Hows the head?! Collin (now age 17) yells at him across the building. // (Mid-shot) Andy turns. // (ECU) His brown-amber eyes turn to Collin. // (Head shot) A haunted, beaten expression crinkled beneath his soft, straight

brown hair. // (Abrupt cut) Suddenly standing in the woods, the sky is grey and dead. It is late fall, all the leaves have fallen to the ground and turned a dark brown, only skeletons of what they once were. // (Mid-shot) Andy has turned fully towards Collin (current age), (Cross dissolve to another Andy) Andy now looked older, more serious, more angry. // Andys sharp, bony features set in a stiff, unshakable stare. His soft brown hair turned neon pink, wild and uncared for like the rest of him. // (POV Andy fills the right side of the screen at a low angle, Collin on the far left looking small) His clothes filthy and torn. // (Side shot) Collin felt a stab of fear... terror... The kind that paralyzes you, refusing to let you move while your mind tries to run away. Collins vision and hearing narrowed to one specific, fixed point, his brain blotting out his surroundings in a barely noticed haze of greywhite. Oh, God. His eyes, Jesus, his eyes... // (Zoom in on Andys face, ECU continue to zoom into his eyes) Taking in the deep circles that surrounded the sharply bright amber orbs, Collin took in every detail of the other boys face, the haunted violence that was nearly visible beneath this pale taut skin. Andys cheek bones, sharp and hollow, cast dark shadows, making his thin face look like a grim skull. // (Head shot) Collin could barely breath. // (Mid-shot) Collin was utterly still, his face drained of blood. // (Zooming into Andys intense, wolflike eyes to focus on the reflection of Collin, now same age as Andy. Move through the (his left) right eye like going through tinted glass, now zooming into Collin, standing stock still in the woods. // (Side shot) Abruptly, Andy is nose to nose with Collin. Collin swallows and whispers, Andy? Dead silence. Andy takes a breath (All you can hear is him in the stark quiet), and leans in closer. He whispers, Woof. An animal snarl, (from Andy, his mouth closed. His face stone still.) accompanies the tail end of the word, dragging on for much longer. // The image jumps slightly like old film. // Cut to black at the sound of tearing flesh and a nearly inhuman scream of fear and pain. // Collins apartment: Collins eyes jerk open, sweat covered his skin. // Its sunset, the light through his apartment window does not reach him, but it lights up the dark, wine red floor. // (Low angle) His hands are fisted in his stomach, his breath gasping and

shaky (His body language says hes in pain, but his expression says hes terrified). // The phone rings, making Collin jump. He shuts his eyes, holding his breath, still as a corpse. He lets the breath slowly out, forcing his body to relax as he did. // (overhead shot) He reached for the old, black corded phone behind his head on the side table. Yeah? he answers in a neutral, hoarse tone, still lying on his back on the couch. JOE: Collin? Hey, man, why werent you at work this week? Collin rubbed his free hand over his face and sighed. What day is it? // (Low side shot) A small silence. Joe: Dude... Its Friday. I haven;t seen you since Tuesday. // (overhead shot) Shit. Collin had his hand over his eyes. Joe: Hey, are you ok? Collin didnt answer. Joe: The boss is pissed, you cant keep doing this man. What happened? Collin moved his hand over his head, resting it on the couchs armrest. Im fine, Joe Joe: No, youre not. Youre a hard worker, but you wont have a job if this keeps happening... Collin moves the phone to his stomach (Joe continues to rant but now unintelligible and distant). // (Overhead shot close up and zoom out) His face blank and grim and stares up at the ceiling. // Absently turning his head to stare at the coffee table, the light from the window lit up a perfect section of the mail pile. A new letter adressed to the same woman with the same return to sender stamp. // Collin picked it up and held it over his head. After thinking for a few seconds, he turned it over to open it. // He unfolded the handwritten letter and began to read. // (Cut to black). // ANDY: The woods by Andys old home: Still, silent and cold, Andy sat in the woods, ass wet from the dew on the leaf covered grass. He had his arms wrapped around his knees, hugging them to his thin chest. He liked the outdoors; life was simple here. The smell of the dead leaves and the coming rain was like the sweetest of all perfumes. It was so dark, the kind of dark that lets your imagination run away with itself. Andy felt safe here. No one could hurt him here. // You, cant hurt anyone here, you mean. Andy jumped and looked around, straining his eyes as he peered into he endless darkness that now seemed all too unfriendly. // WhoWhos there? he called out, his voice an

octave higher than normal and thin. (Camera circles Andy, midshot) Singing occurs from everywhere at once. // Andy (Close up), his hair, a soft brown mess, eyes, brown and wide with fear. Little rabbit. The voice, a sudden whisper behind him. // Andy bolts to his feet, white hospital clothes sticking to his skin. // He whirled around. Nothing but the dark. // Rabbit in the Woods, Ball of White, All Alone... (The voice behind him again, moving away) Andy stood stone still. (The voice echoed as it reached the darkness of the inner woods) All Alone, All Alone... Whos there?! Andy spinned around again, shouting into the darkness. Wolf, Black as Night, Smell the Rabbit... (The voice echoed again, filling the haunting woods) All Alone, All Alone... // Andy took a few steps back, trying to track the voice as it circled him. // (Close up) Andy squinted when he thought he saw movement, a flash of pink. // Andy jumped as the voice sounded suddenly close, Here Rabbit, Here Rabbit... (The voice was creepy and coaxing, like it was actually talking to a rabbit). // Without thought, just pure instinct as the fight or flight mechanism was flipped in his brain, Andy ran. // (Side shot) A white streak, Andy ran through the woods, hopping over fallen logs. // (POV of something running behind him) He ran pel-mel down a hill. // Watch him Run... // (ECU of Andys ear) (Voice close by as if whispered into his ear) What good fun. // Andy jerked forward, adrenaline hitting him hard, making him less careful. // Wolf chase the Rabbit... Close up of Andys face as he runs. On the edge of the frame, something big and loping ran behind him, Run rabbit, Run... // (POV behind Andy) Andy whipped around a tree, // (Close up) cutting open his hand on a short

broken branch as he grabbed the trunk, not slowing down. // (Establishing shot) The forest was endless. // Andy jumped, // fell, // and slid down another hill, // crashing into a large stream. // Lying on his stomach, the ice cold water ran over him, a large, flat rock propped up his chest and shoulder out of the stream. // (Mid-shot, level with the stream) Andy turned, gripping the big rock with one hand, the other pushed into the gritty silt of the stream, and looked back up the hill. // The voice was soft and dulled by the mound of earth and trees that Andy had fallen down, Faster, Faster... // Andy, never taking his eyes from the hill, rose to all fours. Here I Come. // He took a breath and then turned. // Hot breath hit his face, the thick stench of old, raw meat filled his mouth and nose. // (Side shot/Close up) Nose to nose with pink-haired Andy, (Side shot/mid-shot) kneeling lazily on a rock in the stream, one arm rested over his raised knee. Andy froze. // (Side shot/Close up) Woof. // Cut to black. // Part 3: ZACK: City Mental Institute: High pitched screaming, // a man and women shouting. // NURSE 1 (man): Hold him! NURSE 2 (woman): Keep him still! NURSE 3 (woman): Im trying! // Zack came running down the hall, Whats going on?! // The three nurses struggled to hold down a pink haired boy (Andy), // (Close up) his eyes squeezed shut, // (Close up) his hands bloody and clawing at the air and the nurses, // his screams sounded like an animal. // Nurse 3: We need to sedate him! // Nurse 1: Get the damn syringe! (directed at Zack with a look over his shoulder) // Zack picked up the already prepped syringe. // Moving in close, he stops as he was about to knock the boy out. Nurse 1: What the hell are you waiting for?! // (Andy) arched off the bed. Nurse 3 lost hold of his arm. // (Close up) Eyes wide, the thin young man lashed out and caught Zacks arm in a vise-like grip, his thin fingers like steel wire. // His wild eyes locked onto Zacks face, his screams becoming unintelligible sounds of distress and garbled words. // (ECU) His pale skin was white at his knuckles, the deep red of his bloody fingers stained Zacks green olive uniform. Zack still held the syringe in his free hand. // (Close up) Zacks

angular face was tense with concern, his dark brown eyes, puzzled. // (ECU) Zack put the syringe down on the trolley. // Let go, he ordered to the nurses. No one moved, casting You cant be serious, glances at one another. // Let go! // They jerked their hands away from (Andy)s thin frame. // After a few seconds, (Andy)s distressed sounds quited further, his breath gasping lungfuls of air, // his grip tightened on Zacks arm, he seemed caught between holding Zack in place and pushing him away. The older man winced slightly in pain. // It was then, that Zack noticed the wall, streaks of blood coated the far corner of the room, where (Andy) must have tried to claw his way out of the white-painted cell. // Zack, voice quiet and calm, ordered the nurses out of the room. // (Andy) continued to stare at Zack, like he expected the janitor to attack him. // Zack caught the arm of Nurse 1 as he started to leave. Whats his name? // The older, heavier man glared at him, Andrew Poodle. // Zack raised his eyebrows, looking at the man fully for the first time. // Seriously, Nurse 1 said. // Zack looked back at Andy. Alright, he said, still not really believing him. Nurse 1: I hope you know what youre doing. // Zack smiled grimly. Probably more than you do. // Nurse 1 sneered and left the room. Not able to call Andy, Mr. Poodle, Zack gently spoke to the pink haired boy, Andrew (Andy), its alright, Im not going to hurt you. // Andy stared, rigid, from his prone position on the cot. // Slowly, giving Andy plenty of time to protest, // (Close up of his hand as it moved) Zack used his free hand to cover Andys clutching fist. // The thin boy flinched, but didnt resist as Zack turned his arm to look at Andys fingers. He slowly pried off his fingers as gently as possible, Zack spoke to him the entire time, Lets take a look at those hands, Andrew. Its ok, its ok. Thats it, just relax, I wont make you do anything you dont want to. // With the last finger removed, Andy watching the janitor like a hawk, Zack grabbed some tape, anti-bacterial slave, and bandages from the trolley. He then shoved the trolley out the open doorway. The three nurses stared at his back, stunned. // Zack walked closer to Andy, exuding calm and friendliness. // Andy continued to watch him from the cot. // Zack smiled and said, You can sit up, Andrew. I want to heal your hands, would you like that? //

Andy blinked and said nothing. Zack waited patiently. He sat up cautiously. // Slowly, the mass of pink hair bobbed in a slow nod. His amber gaze falls on his bloody hands. His worn face goes blank, distant. // Zack kneels in front of him. // He takes his hands and starts treating them. // Staring down at him, wild pink hair hiding most of his face, Andy asks, Who are you? // Zack continues to treat his hands, his expression one of calm and concentration. My names Zack Ryker, Im a janitor here. // The nurses stare at each other. // Why are you here? he asked. Zack wrapped Andys hands with the bandages. Because I want to be, he answered. // Andy frowned. Why? // Zack looked up at him. Its complicated. He smiled suddenly. They couldnt keep me away if they tried. His smile faltered and he looked back down at Andys hands. Why are you here? He glanced up at Andy. // His thin face collapsed in despair. Zack let go of his hands, finished. You dont have to answer that, Andrew, he said, looking back up at the young mans face. // Andy shook his head, biting violently down on his lower lip. He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose. // Nurse 2: What the hell are you doing?! Don // Shut up, Zack snapped with undeniable authority. // Andy shut his eyes tightly, his hands curling into fists. Andrew, Zack said softly, gently touching his clenched fists. Andy shook his head, and then sobbed in a breath, eyes open and locked on Zack. // I hurt him...I didnt mean to, I justI dont know. HeAndand then... I was so angry. He stared down at his hands, shutting his eyes again, beginning to rock back and forth. // (Close up of his hands and Zacks) I think I killed him. (sob) God, I killed him. // Andy tried to raise his hands to cover his ears, but Zack, gently and firmly keeps them in his lap. Andrew. Andy shook his head, his face draining of what little colour he had. Andrew, Zack said again, more insistently. Andys mouth quivered and then he cried. His sobs shaking his thin shoulders. Zack sighed with a gentle smile and drew the young man against his shoulder, where he continued to cry. // Its ok... Youre ok. Andy hid his face in the janitors shoulder. I didnt mean to. (sob) Im sorry, Im sorry...(continues). Zack brushed a hand over the back of Andys head, his wild hair refusing to submit to the gesture. A growing, white-hot anger developed in the pit of his

stomach. // Andy slowly got a hold of himself and leaned away from Zack. // Amber eyes set in heavily sunken cheeks, with wisps of pink hair sticking to the fringes of Andys wet face, stabbed at Zacks heart. // Zack set his shoulders, decided. // (Side shot) Andrew, he began, //(Head shot) but the young man cut him off. Andy... // (Head shot) Zack smiled slightly, surprised. // (Side shot) Andy, Zack amended. I have to leave for just a few minutes, but I promise, Andys shoulders sank. I promise, Ill be right back. // Ok? Andy nodded. // Zack stood and walked over to the nurses. // Do not close this door, I need someone watch him. The nurses scoffed. Nurse 2: We cant keep that door open! // Nurse 3: Hes in there for a reason. // Nurse 1: We have other patients to check on, we cant stay here! // Then get someone who can! We shut that door and we loose all the progress we just made, hell go right back to shredding his hands against that wall, Zack hissed at them in the same hushed tone they were using. They glared at him, but he would not be budged. // Nurse 1: Fine. He grabbed the walkie-talkie at his belt and spoke into it ordering another nurse to guard Andys door. Happy? he asked. // Dont leave until he gets here, Zack said. He starts to leave and then stops abruptly. How long has he been in there? // Nurse 1: A year, I think. He upsets the other patients, so hes kept in here. // Zacks face went dead still. Hes been in a solitary cell for over a year. // Nurse 1 shrugged uncomfortably: His condition has only gotten worse since he got here, DR. GRAY said hed never improve... he trailed off as Zacks expression looked downright murderous. He pointed a viscous finger at the nurse. Dont. Move. Until I get back. Zack turned sharply and walked off, digging out his cell phone as he went. // Dr. Grays office: Zack stormed through the open door. We need to talk, he all but yelled at the older man. // Excuse me, what the hell do you Dr. Gray sputtered at Zack. Get out, Zack snapped at the other person in the room. He wisely left. Zack shut the door behind him. // Who the hell do you think you are?! the old man demanded. // Zack walked up and stood toe to toe with the man. You are going to hand over your patient, Andrew Poodle, to me for special care, and you are going to do it right now. // What?! Ill be damned if // A man opened

the door, phone in hand. Sorry, Doctor, but theres // Not now, HINES! Dr. Grays attention returned to Zack. Who the hell do you think you are?! You Im sorry, Doctor, but its really urgent. // Hines! // Dr. Gray, Zack said sharply. The man on the other end of that line is the largest shareholder in this company and he is going to tell you that if you do not let me have unlimited access and charge of this, and another patient that I see fit, you will be fired immediately. I guarantee you, Dr. Gray, that you will not practice in a medical profession ever again if you fight me. Is that clear? // Dr. Gray flushed red with fury and demanded the phone. His face effectively drained of blood by the end of the very short unintelligible conversation. He handed back the phone to TOBIAS HINES. He looked on the verge of a stroke. Mr. Ryker, had I known // Just Ryker, Dr. Gray, Zack stated. // The older man nodded weakly, Of course. What was the name of the patient that you wanted? // Zack opened his mouth and then paused. Andrew Poodle... and Jacinta Bee. I want them both moved to rooms with lots of light and access to the outdoors. Zack turned to leave and then turned back. Ill also need my own staff. Id like access to your personnel files. Ill tell you tomorrow who Ive picked and Id like them to be re-asigned that day. // Dr. Gray blinked. Anything else? // Zack knew he didnt actually mean it, but he made a show of thinking about it. Mmm, not at the moment, no. He turned and left. // TOBIAS: Who was that? Toby asked as Zack vanished out of the office. // That, Dr. Gray said feebly, was one of the most powerful men in the United States: Johnathan Rykers son. // Toby glanced sharply up at the doctor, pierced blue eyebrows raised. Youre joking. The Emyrise Corporation? That Ryker? // Dr. Gray gave a defeated sigh. Apparently. Now if you will excuse me, Hines, Im going to breath out of a bag, now. The old doctor shut the door to his office, leaving Toby to stare at the vacant doorway. // (Close up) Toby blinked and nodded. Right. He took a sharp breath and snapped himself out of his daze, walking back to his desk. Less coffee, more sleep.

End of Part 1 Demons