Shot List from aimeelee12
Sunday, 29 January 2017
Saturday, 28 January 2017
Friday, 27 January 2017
Thursday, 26 January 2017
Wednesday, 25 January 2017
Wednesday, 18 January 2017
Thursday, 12 January 2017
Wednesday, 11 January 2017
Tuesday, 10 January 2017
Monday, 9 January 2017
Storyboard Draft One
For the initial draft of my storyboard, I began by following the structure of limiting each scene to one wide or establishing shot, one medium shot, and two close ups. This became increasingly difficult in the longer scenes, especially the ones that draw attention to lots of detail. Therefore, I either skipped out a shot that may have been effective, or stepped away from the structure. During this, I realised that my short film will include lots of close ups, as well as wide shots, in order to create contrast and raise the tension within the narrative. The following is what I came up with for a first draft:
Saturday, 7 January 2017
Further Poster Ideas
Since developing my script and synopsis, my first poster idea no longer made sense to the narrative as my main character no longer makes food for herself. The following images depict a few of my ideas based on the latest version of my script.
Friday, 6 January 2017
Thursday, 5 January 2017
Final Draft of Synopsis
Home
time at a local Surrey primary school on a bright, winter's day. Hannah bursts
out of the doors of her classroom clutching a sheet of paper with her
masterpiece on it. Her face drops as her eyes, unfocused, scan the crowd of
parent figures. After a short while, she ceases her search and fixes her gaze
onto her classroom door. She pulls out her phone, checking for battery and failing
in her aim. Still holding onto her picture, she heads back inside with
reluctance. As she enters the classroom, she immediately drops her things in
search for something else to preoccupy herself with. Striding over to the other
side of the room, she picks out a box from a cupboard, and pulls out a plethora
of fancy dress costumes. Out of the abundance of princess dresses and other
colourful outfits, she settles for a woollen jumper, a scarf, and a handbag.
Immersed in her own thoughts, she wonders the classroom looking at the walls
plastered in childish scrawl, and occasionally stops to admire her own. Still
carrying her hand bag, she proceeds on her journey through the school until she
ends up at the door of the caretaker’s cupboard. She opens it, receives a
fright from the falling rake, and closes it in order to run away. Meanwhile,
the form of a man is shadily going about his business, tracing Hannah’s
footsteps back to the cupboard.
Hannah
makes her way to the school’s workshops, scanning each computer screen along
the classroom, playing with the equipment and eyeing the large red emergency
stop button on the machines. Continuing to the workshop next door, she picks up
a tiny bottle of glue, squeezes it until she sees it rise out of the vessel,
and stops before it spills out. Tiring from the side, she pulls a file from its
hold, raising her arms up in the air, as if it were a sword and taking a swing.
Misjudging the metal mass, she watches it fly out of her hands. Leaving the
workshops, she steps out into the cold air of the school’s courtyard. Hannah
heads into the food technology classroom, scanning the cupboards for food. She
soon stops, unsuccessful, and progresses with her game of pretend, pulling utensils
out and cooking her imaginary meal. Not long after, she becomes bored, and sits
down, staring at the mess she has made. When Hannah arrives at the textiles
classroom, she gazes at the material, pulling a tiny piece out and sliding it
under the foot of the sewing machine, and watching the needle pulse up and down.
On her way out, she interacts with the mannequin, staring up towards its face. Making
her way into the drama classroom’s props cupboard, Hannah lethargically opens
the door. Staring in with several mask faces staring back, she pauses for a
moment, and then leaves.
Meanwhile,
ominous figure roams the school, locking up the classrooms as the light outside
is fading. Hannah steps outside on to the cold, hard concrete playground, and
heads towards the classroom in which she started her school day, and her
journey earlier on in the evening. Still in her grown up persona, she walks
with purpose until she spots the man locking the adjacent classroom to the one
she’s walking into. Frozen in her tracks, she hesitates, and breaks into a run,
she forgets her adult character and returns to her child self. Reaching the
classroom door whilst he is still around the other side, she hesitates once
more, and walks inside before being seen. Out of breath, Hannah hides from view
and listens for the lock of the door. Instead, from her corner, she hears the
door open. The caretaker strides across the room with heavy footsteps, and sits
down. She quivers in the corner. Pulling out a small parcel wrapped in brown
paper, the elderly man places it on the table and opens it up. From the paper he
pulls his sandwiches. He takes a bite, completely unaware that he is being
watched. Meanwhile, Hannah doubtfully moves out from her corner, making the man
twist round to see the source of rustling. Startled, the man's face quickly
changes from shocked to confused. Silently, he beckons she to sit with him,
using gentle hand movements. She walks over, gaining confidence in her walk,
and takes a seat opposite him. Holding one sandwich in one hand, and one in the
other, he reaches across the table and gestures towards Hannah to take it. She
takes his offer as they exchange smiles. He asks about her parents, and she
gives a blank expression. She pulls out her phone once more, revisiting the
empty battery screen. The caretaker sighs, and pulls out his own. He hands it
to Hannah and she dials a number. She places the phone to her ear, and greets
the call’s recipient.
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