Reflection V!!!

We started the lesson by trying to connect the two of our characters together with a story and some conflict had to take place and something like that. I did it.. no problem.. I like to write stories.. I always start by writing random stuff, stuff that doesn’t make any sense. But as i keep writing, i actually have a wave of inspiration and i can actually continue into a story… that’s a good thing right? I mean, whatever works right? This week I was involved in a fight with my friend. A fight as in like, physical fight.. kicks and punches and kung fu shit. we were flying all over the place.. rolling more like.. it had just rained and the ground was all muddy and stuff.. my friend got in some good punches.. my face still hurts.. but that doesn’t mean i didn’t do any damage.. i got in some good jabs and hooks.. the good ol’ ‘one two’ came in handy.. My friend is probably in hospital now.. i just left him lying in the rain..

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PSYCHE!!!

HAHAHA!!

I didn’t have any fight! I wouldn’t hurt a fly.. well.. a cockroach maybe, or an ant.. but yeah.. i was just lying.. i had nothing to write.. so i wrote a some rubbish story…

anyway, notes…

Hello! This is Storytelling Lesson 5.I am going to take some notes.  

I am so tired and it’s just the start of the lesson. 

We are waiting for everyone to arrive.  

Once upon a time there lived a monkey who had the gift of speech. He talks to trees, plants, insects and everything he can see. But nothing ever replies. He was so bored of talking to something that never talked back. One day he was running freely through the jungle. Suddenly he got lifted into the air. It was a hunter’s trap. He was going to die! He didn’t even bother to struggle because he was too smart. 

OK…Lesson’s started. 

The meeting of Veeramuthu and Tran 

The last light of the sun leaves the sky as Anthony Veeramuthu exits the car. He walks towards the only door in sight for about 20 miles. The door swings ajar just as he steps within 2 meters of it. A faint silver light leaks out onto the dirt track upon which Veeramuthu stands. Veeramuthu takes a puff on his cigarette. He takes a step forward. Nothing happens. He walks all the way to the door. He places his right hand onto the handle. It is cold as ice. He draws his hand away. He pushes the door wide open. A fire is burning in the fireplace. He enters the house and closes the door behind him. A couch is set facing the fire. Someone is behind the couch. Anthony Veeramuthu drops his cigarette on the floor and steps on it. He walks towards the couch. ‘I know for what you have come’ said the person on the couch. Veeramuthu stops walking. The person behind the couch gets up, wheels around and faces Veeramuthu.  

‘Hanh Phu’c Tran,’ says Veeramuthu ‘you know why i came?’ 

‘Yes! Everyone knows why Anthony Veeramuthu visits you’ replies Tran. 

‘Hahaha! You are not as stupid as i thought you would be.’ 

‘Just hurry up and do it.’ 

‘You are brave! And I like bravery. Reminds me of me.’  

‘You are still going to kill me?’ 

‘No. I wasn’t going to kill you.’ 

Tran stares at Veeramuthu in surprise. From everything she has ever heard of this man, she made him out to be a real murderer. A cold-hearted, unforgiving murderer. But there he was standing in her house, tall as death himself, talking.  

‘Why did you come here then?’ asked Tran. 

‘Wrong house,’ murmured Veeramuthu, ‘wrong address.’ 

Veeramuthu turns to leave the house. He walks towards the door. Suddenly a knife plunges into his back. He gasps in surprise and moments later, he falls to the floor, dead.  

‘That was for my brother, you bastard!.’ 

Character Analysis 

A story starts with character. Stronger characters can make up for weaker plot.Character is the heart, the soul and the nervous system.Its through characters that viewer experience emotions. Connection to Audience.No character, No action.No Action, No conflict.No conflict, no story.No story, no screenplay. 

What a character needs. 

Who is my character?What does he want?What is her quest?What drives him to the resolution to the story? 

What he wants and why he wants it.- the difference. 

Interior not in the film and exterior is in the film. 

Interaction with themselves mean interacting with their emotion. 

Taxi Driver, 1976 

Involvement of memory in storytellingArchive of incidents.Points of reference. 

WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW. 

You can also write what you don’t know. 

Les Mistons (The Brats), 1957

Francois Truffaut