This is me, I know you won’t want to read this because it will make you sad but I can’t be a coward. And that doesn’t make you one. But it does make some. And I won’t be. I want to make you promises but the risks are huge, you know that and I know that. I have to raise Lazarus from the deep and when I do everyone will benefit from it and that makes me proud. I know you have said it before but I can’t lie to you. I
Hi, this is me. I’ll be home later tonight! Love, John
Scowls as I enter into the marble-decked hall I call my ‘second living room’. Jealousy maybe, or its more vicious brother Envy. As a man who has ever uttered the phrase, ‘I think I have too much money’, I have become used to the twisted faces of the people who were once humble. Strange to think, those in a less wealthy place would look at me with such demeaning distaste, fueled by the thought that chance (and not hard work) should have put them in the place of me. Well, I’m never inviting THESE people to my holiday mansion ever again.
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Under the scorching heat. Where to go, where to turn. The heat penetrates my very skin from every direction, the one layer I cannot shed. Where water has escaped into the sky, I cannot follow. As I walk the dry asphalt that seems to flake, thin crisps like feathers in convection dance around my red and blistering feet. Where am I trying to go? My clothes have long burned and my skin soon to follow as the first pop and smoke of my hair ignites in red flames. I turn to see my doom as the mushroom cloud rises.
A boy meets a girl. But the girl is a cat, a little feathery long light-grey haired critter. It looks at him with big jade green eyes and says, ‘dude, I thought you like bitches’. The boy looks at him, confused. Is love only reserved for humans? No, love is for everyone and everything! ‘I mean like bitches. Like. Dogs. Swag.’ The cat meows. ‘oh’, the boy says as he turns to see his dog beside him, keeping him company as always. ‘yeah what the hell man’ the dog barks.
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Here’s a really great video of cinematographer Wally Pfister talking about his work with Director/Writer Christopher Nolan.
It really shows that what interests us in movies are really stories and that cinematography is often simple and uncomplicated in order for the story to really shine. Pfister’s work on Memento, Inception, The Prestige and the Batman Trilogy have all contributed to the success of these films but none to the power of the stories within those films.
The amazing twist at the end of Memento? Haven’t seen it? WATCH IT
What kept you guessing at the mind blowing illusions in The Prestige? :O
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A lady sits in an armchair by the window of her living room. The fire is lit, its orange glow siting in the company of dark mahogany furniture. It is snowing outside, a window of pale grey touches her face and fills her with its lonely sorrow. She is isolated from the warmth of home, family. There is a knock on the door, things can change. It’s her daughter, filled with the life and colour of her home, none that she shared with her mother. Is there hope? No, for that grey has always been death.
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