Sunday, November 21, 2010
When Raymond Babbitt (Dustin Hoffman) leaned across to his brother, Charles Babbitt (Tom Cruise), his brother's forehead meeting his. Raymond had autism, and didn't enjoy body contact with people, and had difficulty expressing his feelings. This were one of the rare moments. And I thought it was a really sweet brotherly moment.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Jay's entry always inspires my entries. So, I am gonna post a video too!
A good soundtrack definitely add more quality to a film. It helps push the emotions out of the scenes. One of my favorite soundtrack of all time comes from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind or In the Mood for Love. The works of the primary composers, Jon Brion and Shigeru Umebayashi (ESSM & IML, respectively), has always been in my dream list of tunes for my film soundtrack.
Each time I listen to their tunes, it inspires me to dream up my own scenes. I hope, one day I might even be able to contribute to someone else's film with a soundtrack as sensitive as theirs. :)
Posted by Nasrul。物の哀れ at 6:02 AM
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Reading Jay's latest entry (below), I remember that one time I had to do a 36 hour shift at Tuas South Avenue 1. I was a 19 year old security guard who was earning easy money playing Scarecrow to my wildest imagination. There were a total of four posts at the work-site. There was the North Gate, East Gate, West Gate and Headquarters. With East Gate as an exception, the rest of the posts were ideal for one to imagine and get lost in his own ridiculous tales and fantasies.
My head spun thousands of stories in that 36 hour shift. I wrote all of em' on paper. There was the ghost story: the spirit of a slain security guard haunting on his colleagues . Then a comedy documenting a day in a life of five security guards at work (Clerks-esque). A suspense/thriller which involves a security guard/terrorist trying to bomb the American plant. Even, an erotic piece of being stuck in the post with a female colleague which ended up being a porno flick (this came up when the guy that should come after my shift did not turn up and I manned the post for 5 hours). And etc, etc.
The whole point of reminiscing this is realizing how much I miss being confined to a space that holds the conditions of the stories that I imagine & write. The senses work better, I suppose.
Note: So Jay, y'know, we should really find a place that we can confine ourselves to and attempt to draft the complete script based on the restricted conditions. What do you think?
Posted by Nasrul。物の哀れ at 6:32 AM