I have decided...

That I will post the names of films that I have watched recentally. I may or may not write a review about them. That depends on what I thought of the film.
I'll try to do this when every I watch a film, and I'll try to update at least once a week.
Much love.
Caroline
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Update on the Fan monologue.

This is just a quick update to show where I am at with the "Talking Heads" inspired monologue. It's still in it's pre-draft stage. I haven't even completed the skeleton, yet alone added the flesh. :)


Fan can be a male or a female, young or old, fat or thin. This choice is up to the director.

FAN

Please allow me to introduce myself. I am a rock and roll fan. Always have been, always will be. Rolling Stones, Kinks, maybe The Beatles. Defiantly The Beatles.

Holds up ticket.

I've got my ticket to see my all time favorite band in two weeks times. The gig's in London. London! The land of hope and dreams. Or is that New York? Or Paris? Never mind.
I'm getting the band shirt. It costs £35, but it will be totally worth it. Darren says I should get the hoodie and buttons as well. Depends on how much it costs.

Smiles

"Please allow me to introduce myself." Funny. Rock and roll is in my blood. My old man was the drummer in a band called Wednesday. Not very big, but the fans were loyal, almost to a point of obsessive.

Glances to the side, where it is presumed there is a photo.

My mum met my dad at a gig. There was love at first sight. She had just kicked some pervert in the balls for grabbing her bum. The funny thing was that the perv was my dads best mate, Trev.

Looks into the camera.

I'm so excited.

So, yeah, as always: if you like it, comment. If you hate it, comment. Thanks.

Caroline

P.S: I'm going to be trying my best to update at least once a week. Can't make any promises, but I'll do my darned best.

Review for “Des hommes et des dieux ” - Of Gods and Men

“Of Gods and Men” is a true story based on a group of Trappist monks living in Algeria. Islamic rebels threat their lives and the monks must decide what to do: safely escape the country, or stay in the heart of danger.

This film is not action packed. It is not fast paced or full of sex and scandal. Instead it is slow, calm and filmed in such a beautiful manner it may reduce you to tears. The camera silently pans across the landscape, which reflects the monastic vow of silence, which presumably all of the men would have taken. Writers Xavier Beauvois and Etienne Comar daringly use minimal dialogue to emphasis this. The film could have been half an hour shorter, and a smidgen faster.

The actors playing the roles of the monks (led by Lambert Wilson and Michael Lonsdale) showed respect for each of their characters, who had clearly been researched thoroughly before filming started. The decisions that the men had to make were emotional, both for the character and the audience. The group of actors managed to portray their complex emotions with just the slightest movement. This in itself is something to be applauded, as many Hollywood films need characters to spell out their emotions.

Overall, “Of Gods and Men” is very much worth the two hours that it takes to watch from start to finish. It is inspiring to see how humble and brave humans can be, especially in times of great danger and uncertainty.  

Excerpt from a script called "Lord of the Flies"

The layout looks odd. I don't know what's going on with it. :/

JACK                                                             
This is for you, beast. Stay away from us, or we shall      
attack and kill you. Understood? Great.                     
                                                                           
He thrusts the head down onto the stake and blood      
splats onto the boys.                                  
                                                                           
JACK                                                             
Hunters! Back to Castle Rock.                               
                                                                           
They runs, dragging the body along behind them.        
                                                                           
Flies buzz around the head as blood drips from it.     
The sun has set and it is dark. Simon walks up to      
it.                                                    
                                                                           
SIMON                                                            
Hello? Is anybody here? Jack? Hello?                        
                                                                           
A spotlight on the head.                               
                                                                           
LORD OF THE FLIES                                                
Welcome Simon.                                              
                                                                               

SIMON                                                            
Who was that? Come out. I’m not frighted.                   
                                                                           
LORD OF THE FLIES                                                
I am here, Simon. Right in front of you.                    
                                                                           
SIMON                                                            
But. But you’re-?                                           
                                                                           
LORD OF THE FLIES                                                
What am I?                                                  
                                                                           
SIMON                                                            
You’re the lord of the flies. What do you want with me?     
Leave me alone!                                             
                                                                           
LORD OF THE FLIES                                                
No. You will never get away from me, Simon. You will be     
here forever.                                               
                                                                           
SIMON                                                            
You’re lying!                                               
                                                                           
LORD OF THE FLIES                                                
Oh, I’m not. Sorry to disappoint you. I exist within        
all men. All you little boys on the island. You can         
never leave me.                                             
                                                                           
SIMON                                                            
I feel sick.                                                
                                                                           
LORD OF THE FLIES                                                
Goodbye, Simon.                                             
                                                                           
SIMON                                                            
I feel...                                                   
                                                                           
He faints. 

Inspired by his "Talking Heads".

That is to say, "Talking Heads" by Alan Bennett.

I have started work on a monologue about a person (not specified if male or female, young or old) who is going to a rock show.

It has strong influences from "Talking Heads" and when it is done and typed up (it's only at the written on a piece of paper stage) I'll upload some of it here.

That reminds me, I need to finish the finial draft of Lord of the Flies and upload some of it here.

Hmmmm. I'm lagging behind.

Caroline

It seems to me now that Fanshawe was always there.

"He is the place where everything begins for me, and without him I would hardly know who I am. We met before we could talk, babies crawling through the grass in diapers, and by the time we were seven we had pricked our fingers with pins and made ourselves blood brothers for life. Whenever I think of my childhood now, I see Fanshawe. He was the one who was with me, the one who shared my thoughts, the one I saw whenever I looked up from myself.

But that was a long time ago. We grew up, went off to different places, drifted apart. None of that is very strange, I think. Our lives carry us along in ways we cannot control, and almost nothing stays with us. It dies when we do, and death is something that happens to us every day."

-New York Trilogy: The Locked Room, by Paul Auster.

I really do not enjoy reading Paul Auster's books. I feel that he is very self centred and just writes about himself. But, this extract that I am studying at the moment in class shows pure beauty. I adore this (rather long) quote and hope that what I have gained from analysing it will change my writing technique for the better.

Caroline

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And now for something completely different.

Yet another long over due update. Sorry :(. School work has become more intense now I'm in my second year, so I have barely even written one line for a script. As always, I do have trillions of ideas floating around my head, but none of paper.

Anyway, my art teacher (Huw? Who?) has told me I could apply for art college is I wanted to. Seeing as I don't even know if I want to go to uni, this seems like a good idea.

Caroline
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Canterbury

Still haven't got my writing organised yet! I've been doing some revision and work for college. I've also been going to the gym (haha) and listening to music. Talking of music, here is a great band called Canterbury and their new song "More Than Know".

I saw these guys live at The Joiners, which was one of the best evenings out that I have had for a long time.

I need to tidy and organise my wardrobe for the new college year as well. Fun.

Caroline

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Gosh!

It has been too long since an update. I've been in Tanzania for the past month with my college and with my mum. That was fantastic! I also got my top-ear pieced, which I adore.
I promise that I have been working on scripts and ideas and such. I WILL put the up once they are all organised. :)
Caroline x

p.s

I forgot to add: While in Tanzania I helped to make the video to advertise the college and the trip to people. Sadly, the teacher who was in charge of filming didn't actually let me hold the camera and didn't listen to many of my ideas. Shame. Maybe I'll put the video up sometime in the future.

Lord of the Flies.

First draft is all finished.
It's 30 pages long, so that would make it about half and hour long.
Obviously I will have to bulk it up and add more detail, so I will update that next time!
I can't pick a section to post, so if you want to read it, leave a comment and I'll get back to you.

Caroline

Excerpt from a short script called "The Walk Home".

This is a very basic script where the only spoken words are from the narrator. My English teacher told my to write about what I know. Therefore, I wrote about walking home from college. "TWH" is short and sweet. Maybe about 5, 6 minutes long.

People with dogs, people playing, people walking, people on

bikes, people sitting talking, people sunbathing.

NARRATOR

(cont.)

Walking their yappy dogs, chucking

an old red Frisbee around, playing

a game that seems to have no rules

or winners. I wanted to join in, but I had to

get home. My parents would worry if

I wasn’t back soon.

A ball is booted over towards GIRL by a mixed group of

youngish people playing football. One of them jogs over to

GIRL, to get the ball.

NARRATOR

(cont.)

Sometimes, a ball would come

heading my way. I would kick it

back, not looking at the person

running towards me. Maybe to thank

me. To smile at me. To ask me my

name.

GIRL looks away. Not in an unkind way, just the way you

would with anybody.

NARRATOR

(cont.)

I would avoid all eye contact. I

didn’t want to look like a

desperate-freak.

An old couple is sitting on a bench with their legs wrapped

in a blanket and a sandwich each. They are chatting to each

other and smiling.

NARRATOR

(cont.)

Old couples sitting on a bench,

talking to each other. Do they have

children? Grandchildren? A pet?

The layout is (I believe) different from how it usually it, but that's how life is. Leave a comment if you want to read more, etc, etc.
Caroline
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Lord of the Flies.

Hey there!

I am currently writing a stage play of Lord of the Flies. I've nearly finished the rough draft, and it's a total of 23 pages long. Woo!

It is a surprisingly intense piece of writing as the story is so dramatic. I've just completed the scene where Simon dies.

It's basically about a group of boys getting stranded on an island and how they survive...or not.

I'll update when I've finished the first draft.

Bye-bye.

Caroline

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(picture by TheGregCapullo/http://thegregcapullo.deviantart.com/)

Excerpt from a short script called "Stories at Midnight".

This is a short screenplay and would be approx 10 minutes long. It is a conversation between a tramp and a drag-queen.

A Tramp sits at the bus shelter. He is dirty and his clothes are

stained with dirt and other such materials. He has two full

black bin bags at his feet and a small duffel-bag on his

lap. He is clutching the duffel-bag to his chest and appears

to be asleep.

TRAMP

(V.O)

My name is Noah L. Osborne. I am

42, even though I appear much

older. I am a tramp. A down and

out. Some would even call me a bum.

A Drag-queen quietly sits down next to the tramp. He sniffs

and pulls a tissue out of his clutch bag. He blows his nose

and drops the tissue onto the floor.

The drag-queen sighs and looks at the Tramp, who is looking

at him.

DRAG-QUEEN

Sorry, hunny. Did I wake you?

TRAMP

No. I was already awake.

DRAG-QUEEN

I’m Sugar-Snatch.

TRAMP

Noah.

They both sit in silence. The Drag-Queen sniffs again.

TRAMP

Do you have a cold?

DRAG-QUEEN

No. Not really.

TRAMP

Then what’s wrong?

DRAG-QUEEN

Nothing. I’m just having a

conversation with a smelly tramp.

TRAMP

Thanks.

DRAG-QUEEN

I’m sorry. I’ve had a rough night.

There is a twist at the end of the story, that I hope nobody would guess. :)

If you want to find out more about this script you can leave a comment and I'll get back to you ASAP.

Caroline x

Plastic Bag

I didn't make this short film, but how I wish I had. It's fantastic.

I have never sympathised for a plastic bag before.

So, yeah, this is "Plastic Bag by Ramin Bahrani"

Caroline x

Wishlist

For my birthday/Christmas/when ever my mum is feeling generous I would like:

• A good camera with super cool recording facilities.
• Some extra cash to help pay for ink cartridges.
• More time (this one may be a bit difficult.)

Caroline x

Excerpt from a short script called "Craving".

This is a short screenplay and would be approx 10 minutes long. It's about a woman called Kelly who gets major chocolate cravings. Here it is.

Kelly walks into the kitchen and goes to a cupboard with a

piece of paper stuck to it. "Chocolate". She open the

cupboard door, but there is no chocolate in the cupboard.

She stands on tiptoe and sees a small bar of chocolate at

the very back. She tries to grab it but can’t quite reach

it.

KELLY

Shit.

She grabs a chair and stands on it. She grabs the chocolate

bar and leaps off the chair.

KELLY

Sweet, sweet chocolate. How I have

missed your soft and luxurious

taste. How I have missed your

beautiful creaminess. How I have

missed your - for Christs sake!

As she was saying those words she opens the chocolate bar,

only to discover it was just a wrapper.

KELLY

Oh, chocolate god! Stop taking the

piss.

She walks out of the kitchen.

If you are interested in the outcome of Kelly's story or if you want to see the rest of the script, you could leave a comment! If you ask nicely I might e-mail the completed version to you.

Caroline x

My first stop-motion film.

This is called, "The Elephant." I put this together in about half an hour. I got angry at my laptop as it crashed as I was uploading the pictures >:( . But, for a first attempt, I think it's alright. I might try it again for the fun of it.

Caroline x

(Note to self: don't lean on the bed in between pictures. It make a dent in the duvet.)

Hey there.

My name's Caroline and I'm currently studying IB at college. When that is all over I want to get into the film industry as a screenwriter or director.

This blog is to just show my work, my ideas and also to show how I have (hopefully!) improved.

Anyway, I hope you like this blog.

Peace and love,

Caroline x