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Friday, October 31, 2008
Narrative Strategies.427. 427. It's the hottest number right now. Or more specifically, Narrative Film and TV: Applications and Concepts. Yup, this is the module that is dictating my every mood. It drives me nuts- the grainy dots on black tramautise me everytime- and make me anal- each subtitle must fade in at the precise rhythm, and stay there for the precise length- and make me smile like a fool- when there's a certain shot that's almost perfect-and of course, makes me become a kan chiong spider or an ant on fire almost 24/7 when production starts. I can't believe it's the last film already. A two minute montage clip, a two minute neorealism clip and taa daa, our ten minute final assignment. And it's funny how things turn out. I wasn't even supposed to be doing this module because it clashed with Forensic Science. Well oh well, somehow I'm really quite glad that I gave up bloody Forensic Science for this. Pun intended. Because who would have known that I would end up with Melissa Foo as my groupmate? The "Foo" in her surname is short for "playing afool". She single-handedly ignited my "gaydar", as we would do weird, nonsensical stuff during production, such as drawing rock-a-bye babies which looked like Chicken Little, and suggesting we should make out. (Heaven forbid, if we really do make out, I'll die cringing) Apt to insert disclaimer at this point in time: We are both straight. We embody the "gay" spirit in terms of our immense level of happiness. Of course there are the bad times where production hit the low points. Like bad shots, bad locations, bad stories. Thankfully enough, in a magical sort of way, we never really quarrelled about anything. (I may jinx it now that I'm talking about it). The only qualms I have is that she is too weak to carry anything heavy, so she's no good for logistics and transportation. Which, to her, is no major issue because there's still me, strong, healthy and fit. And now there's an addition to our family. Mr Shannon Lim, who so happily decided to join us, unaware of the level of ki siao-ness we have in our blood. His role is usually of the awkward passer-by, who gawks at us and make us feel just a teeny weeny conscious of our surroundings when we start attempting to make out once again. (But then again, sometimes he would join in... hmm...) So now, I have dubbed us "Shameleanna", which sounds like some indian chant. Melissa said it sounded like a disease. Shannon said "Shamel" sounds so much better, but I insisted that Melissa and I came in a package, like "Meleanna", which was our profile name in Avid for our second project. (I realise I'm now part of the trend of being a pair, like Cafe and Roscol! But considering the timeline, I might have been the pioneer. ) And the three of us shall now do the opposite of fighting crime and saving the world, which is shooting a film about a bunch of vulgarities-spewing Ah Bengs with green and pink hair. Like a Royston Tan but without the too-close-to-reality-for-comfort. Like brotherhood and maybe on a deeper level, something more. Cheers, to tomorrow, our last shoot for this module. And hello to the Advanced Editing Suite as my bedroom on Monday night. (Melissa's and Shannon's too. Oooh, threesome!) Then on tuesday, I shall switch off my gaydar in a dramatic twist, never to dig it out again, right after our film is screened during lecture. And maybe try to plant a *flying kiss as a thank you to this partner of mine. For our 427. In film, we call this closure. *flying eh, no contact hor. Labels: someone got swashed
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