MAP2 Assessment Item 3.

•November 2, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Telling a story in pictures. How do you communicate narrative, mood & setting without resorting to dialogue, sound or music? How, in short, do you communicate visually?

“The screen is a magic medium. It has such power that it can retain interest as it conveys emotions and moods that no other art form can hope to tackle.”
- Stanley Kubrick

Colour

By Tristan Schumacher

Any filmmaker will agree that there is a certain magic to the filmic medium. The way a film can act upon individuals, generating real empathy, emotion, and feeling is what keeps the medium alive and motivates a director to tell stories to responsive audiences. A challenge (and joy) of making films is experimentation; practicing new techniques which facilitate this all important emotionally, intellectually or visually stimulating resonance with theatre goers. Since the advent of colour into mainstreem cinema during the 1930s (The Wizard Of Oz being the first hollywood feature to be filmed in colour) the task of a director, production and costume designer and cinematographer has been to utelise this element of visual storytelling to its greatest advantage in emphasisting characterisation, plot, mood and style.

1.a

1.a

1.b

1.b

Manipulation of colour during both pre and post production stages of a film’s creation allows for audiences to more easily respond to a film, however Eisenstein raises an interesting debate about the use of colour in a film, noting that some filmmakers feel that, “in a good colour film you are not conscious of colour.” (Nichols, 1976, pp.381) Observe images 1.a and 1.b. According to the theory mentioned by Eisenstein, the first picture is the ideal. While it does contain symbolic red patches and photographs of tomb stones, the image, while evocative lacks a certain edge/mood, which the second image evokes. This image (1.b) has been edited during the post production stages, the blue filter and reduced exposure utelised to add depth and mood to the shot. A sinister sense of doom has been created, accented by the red, which, although present during the production stage, now works in a visual contrast with the blue, feeding upon the purple emphasis placed upon the gravestones in the photograph on the table. Colour has been used well in this instance to create a mood, Eisenstein maintaining that “the first condition for the use of colour in a film is that there must be, first and foremost, a dramatic factor” (Nichols, 1976, 383) Due to the highly stylised colour in the shot and audience would likely become consious of the use of colour in 1.b than in 1.a, yet this does not decessarily detract from the storytelling ability of the film (stylised colour used in films such as Amelie, Chicago, American Beauty, Tim Burton’s Sleepy Hollow etc), Eisenstein stating that “keeping film components ‘unnoticeable’… is a reflection of creative impotence, of inability to master the complex of cinematice expressive means needed to make an organic film.” (Nichels, 1976, pp.381-383). The shot takes on a quirky, whimsical quality of a dark fairytale. Audiences realise it may not be real, however a skilled directer is able to create a film which works cohesively in all elements of production, making the enhanced colour a seemless and organic aspect of a unified work.

2.a

2.a

2.b

2.b

Colour may also be manipulated to completely alter the meaning of a shot during the storytelling process. 2.a shows a pair of hands in a gaol cell, reaching for light, and freedom. The the colours in the shot are bland and dull, perhaps emphasising the need for the prisoner to escape into the wide world, yet manipulation of colour allows for 2.b to tell a very different story. The reduced exposure and reduced saturation not only create a more dark and desperate shot, but the arms reaching for the light are no longer just those of an imprisoned person, but those of acdark skinned person, symbolising racial discrimination and opression. The hands become a stronger focus, contrasted against the white wall, their desperation conveyed effectively to viewers, whilst a more muted colour spectrum further adds to the bleakness of the image. Clearly colour plays a substantial role in the creation and communication of meaning in a film.

3.a

3.a

Finally observe 3.a. Immediately glancing at the photo allows the use of colour to work as a tool of visual storytelling. Here emphasis is on characterisation, however dialogue and acting are not being embloyed here. The utelisation of colour here is through costume design; the adornments on the character’s bag. Bright pinks, yellows, greens and blues fill the frame, demonstrating the vanbrant nature of the character. This instance of utilisation of colour as a storytelling tool is in a the production stages, with little post production colour manipulation. This use of colour allows for the colourful, frivolous nature of the character to be conveyed to the audience in merely one shot, adhering to Eisenstein’s words, “Colour is good where it can most fully express or explain what must be conveyed, said, or elucidated at any given moment” (Nichols, 1976,pp.383)

Eisenstein presents a notion a ‘balance’ in the elements of visual story telling in film, “The mastery is ability to develop each element of the expressive meants to the utmost… preventing any particular element from undermining the unity of the ensemble.” (Nichols, 1976, pp.382) Essentially colour is a crucial element in visual storytelling as it opens a host of symbolic and visual opportunities for innovative filmmakers to explore.

Nichols. Bill, (ed) 1976, Movies and Methods; Volume 1, An Anthology,
University of California Press, California.

Art modelling.

•September 14, 2008 • Leave a Comment

here is is… The carnival of electric illisions..

By Brianna

By Brianna

For one of Brianna’s un assessments.

I think the blonde works.

Anto doesn’t.

But Anto also doesn’t believe eating seafood is wrong so we don’t listen to Anto…

Who knows what it’ll be like next week. Maybe purple… who knows anything about the future? And who cares to know? for now I’m happy taking it as it comes, just living in my Newtown sharehouse with my two best friends and enjoying the more alternative aspects of Sydney living. I’ve never been one to stay on the ‘normal’ course

Maybe that’s a curse.

Maybe it’s a blessing.

Either way it keeps things interesting, and that’s just how I like it.

- Kindred.

Me and the most beautiful man dead.

•September 14, 2008 • Leave a Comment

We caught the tread of dancing feet,
We loitered down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot’s house.
Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud musicians play
The “Treues Liebes Herz” of Strauss.
Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.
We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves wheeling in the wind.
Like wire-pulled automatons,
Slim silhouetted skeletons
Went sidling through the slow quadrille.
The took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.
Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
Sometimes a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.
Then, turning to my love, I said,
“The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is whirling with the dust.”
But she–she heard the violin,
And left my side, and entered in:
Love passed into the house of lust.
Then suddenly the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.

Just something I find beautiful.

- Kindred.

Blondes have more fun II.

•September 13, 2008 • Leave a Comment

It’s done!

I’m literally blonde right now as I type these words and it’s the weirdest feeling! Brianna took a snap of the two of is for the blog… what do you think?

I took this one a little later on….

Blondes have more fun.

•September 13, 2008 • Leave a Comment

I figure, with the change of season it’s time for a change of hair colour.

Yes, I am going blonde.

…as soon as Brianna gets back with the peroxide.

I’m a little nervous, but I think I can pull it off. As long as I don’t end up looking like a bimbo slut I should be fine… right?

- Kindred

Spring has sprung.

•September 12, 2008 • Leave a Comment

I love the changing seasons and how much difference a sunny day can make to my mood.

And now that it’s spring I feel like dancing. I left it the freezing cold winter and arrived home to the most beautiful day.

In recognition of this glorius season I headed into the garden to say hi to my gnome, Hubert and take a few snaps.

Home and hosed.

•September 10, 2008 • Leave a Comment
It's not overly neat, but it's so great to be back in it.

It's not exactly neat, but it's great to be back in it...

I’m home.

And hosed.

And it feels so good.

Fantabulous adventures are quite wonderful, if challenging, but it feels so good to have slept in my bed last night and to be back in my room

That’s enough of this for now. I’m going to bed.

..

Mulled wine

•September 9, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Yar.

Anto and I have finally reached the final destination of our intercultural, overtly expensive, frivolous travels.

It’s been quite the adventure.

We arrived at Stanstead airport (abut half hour out of london) and – i’m ashamed to use one of the most hackneyed phrases in the history of hackneyed phrases – hit the ground running. We’ve been to The Tower of London, HP, Westminster Abbey, Madame Taussaud’s and Buckingham Palace (which was closed because the queen is in residence).

I’m so pooped.

We are going to the sherlock holmes museum in Baker St tomorrow morning and then it’s home time.

We went to Harrods the other day. That place is the most ridiculously expensive, extravagant department store in the world, but I couldn’t help admire the institution that is Harrods.

It’s so iconic.

I’m ashamed to say I bought into the commercial arse kissing promoted there and bought a little souvenir bear for 10 pounds…

Sounds cheap; isn’t really.

Oh and we went to a music festival in a park in Chelsea. That was pretty awesome actually. We listened to musical all day, drank mulled wine and pretty much remained recumbent on the grass the whole time. It was great rest for the legs.

Yummo!

Yummo!

Mulled goodness. I think it looks like chai.

Mulled goodness. I think it looks like chai.

I’m tired.

Need to go to bed.

Home soon.

Brianna will be waiting back in Newtown with a bottle of red and a nut loaf in the oven!

I’m all wined out at the moment, though! Wined and dined.

- Whino.

London Calling.

•September 6, 2008 • Leave a Comment

The clash say it best…

Yep.

We are leaving tonight. Japan was awesome and the fashions were so kooky and strange (just the way I like it) but I’m looking forward to seeing the crown jewels…

London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared – and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard,you boys and girls
London calling, now don’t look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain’t got no swing
‘Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming, the sun’s zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I, live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go at it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out – and draw another breath
London calling – and I don’t wanna shout
But while we were talking I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain’t got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming, the sun’s zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear era, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I, I live by the river

Now get this
London calling, yes, I was there, too
An’ you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
And after all this, won’t you give me a smile?
London Calling

Konichiwa…

•September 4, 2008 • Leave a Comment

It's faux fur

Moshi, moshi.

After NY I felt like Japan would be a much slower paced sdvernture, however the chai was knocked out of my hands as soon as we set food in Tokyo city. The place is fraaantic! I’m not sure I could live here for too long as I require peace, quiet and solace if I want my brain to resemble something better than scrambled eggs. I found some of that (peace and quuiet, not scrambled eggs) in a park further out on the edge of the city early yesterday morning. I’m not really as pissed as I look in the photo. I was just deep in thought as I tend to be when i’m feeling spiritual, and all this travel has made me extremely reflective.

The food here has been pretty good. Except the freakin WHALE!! Ugh it’s so goddam disturbing. But a life is a life and anyone who thinks it’s okay to eat a cow or chicken is just as crazy as a whale eating jap. But now you’ve got me onto animal rights and if I don’t stop here I don’t know that I ever will. Just remember that it was Da Vinci who said men would look back on the practice of eating meat with horror and disgust in the future. Hopefully that future is not too far away.

Ohhh one cool thing that happened… some random

Japanese woman from a TV station came up and asked me what I thought of the city as a tourist destination and then asked me about my outfit. It was strange, and I suspect I’ll never see the show I’m now starring in, but Anto was so jealous! He didn’t let on, but they don’t call me perceptive polly for nothing. (actually they don’t at all…)

So yeah other than that we just went to the radest art gallery in the world today. It literally was radical. I was allowed to go stand in one of the rooms that was created by an apparently famous japanese artist…

This place was too rad.

This place was too rad.

 
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