The Camera Stops

The camera snaps a shot
The bodies rise up from the floor
Like fireflies in an open jar
The bones start dancing
Rusted jewlery clanging in perfect harmony
Old trumpets and whiskey
Stained wooden floors now crisply cleaned
The smell of pine-sol
The air cool to their cheeks
The song picks up
Gruesome feet shuffling in rhythm
Faster
Faster
Faster
And....
The camera snaps another....
No more music
No more dancing
They lay on the floor
Motionless
The camera will snap no more

Inkblot

This is Tommy Mouldune. Tommy lives in a highrise, studio apartment in 1950's Los Angeles. He is an interesting type of person. He keeps to himself mostly, and lives a fast paced, caffeine filled life. However, the interesting part is Tommy has no family. Why? Tommy does not believe in true love. He thinks love is something that only exists in songs and movies. With no family in the way, he has become independantly wealthy. His life is perfect...or so he thinks. One day he wakes up in a different bed. "That was some sorta' party last night" he thinks to himself. "Must be in some broad's bed." He hears something from outside the bedroom. Cooking perhaps? Then a voice, "you're going to be late for work, Derek!" Then two small children come barreling into the bed, "mommy told us to come wake you up, daddy!" Tommy goes into the kitchen and tells the woman this is a funny joke, but he really must be going now. "Yes, you do need to be going, dear. You're late, but here, eat up first." Tommy tries to get to the bottom of what's going on...
- Could this be Tommy's real life, and the other face paced one was all in his head?
- Has Tommy been living two lives?
- Will Tommy accept his new life now that he has supposedly found his 'true love'? Or will he fight to get back to his old life?

HERE IT COMES!

DIALOGUE

1- ...and that's why I came home without any clothes on.
2- ...So uh, wait a sec. You said the guy was Finnish?
1- No no, Irish.
2- Oh yeah, right...
1- ...Hey, the guy was tough, alright? AND he had a gun.
2- I don't doubt he was...Hey, did this Irishman happen to have a golden tooth?
1- Well yeah. How the f-
2- And did he have a finely groomed mustache?
1- How do you know this?
2- Because he's uh, he's standin' right outside your door.
1- Holy JES- *gets pulled out of car*
3- Alright, lad. Out ya' come. *screws on silencer* Ye' thought ya' could just skip on outta' town and I wouldn't find ya', eh?
1- No, please! I won't tell anyone, I SWEAR.
3- That's right, boyo, ye' won't be tellin' anyone...*cocks pistol*
2- What are you doing? Stop!
3- You. Get back in the car, NOW.
2- Alright, alright! I ain't the guy with the gun.
3- Any last words, sonny?
1- Yeah, look behind you...
3- Those are awful queer last wo-
2- Ya' shouldn't have told me to get back in the car you filthy Irishman!
3- NNNO *gets ran over*
2- Get in, hurry!
1- Drive, DRIVE!
2- WOOOHAHAH! Yeah!
1- That was insane! Do you think he's *BAM*
2- Holy, what the?! He's shooting at us!
1- He's not dead?! *BAM BAM*
2- Ahh sh*t! This guy IS tough!
1- I told you!
2- I'm sorry I *BAM* doubted you!
1- JUST DRIVE!

Manajè twa

Manajè twa

"Oh no, no!"

"Oh yes, yes!"

blubbered

Lawrence I

whipped this thing

I'm cockeyed as hell

I'm

silk

crouched

to give you

five hundred bucks

I guess

I'll be

oily

shying away

the blur of traffic

This Rat-Face

is rotten

and

's going to burn

That smell, that smelly smell that smells....smelly.

My hands smell like dog vomit. That is all.

B L A D E R U N N E R

B L A D E  R U N N E R

   Let me start off by saying this was EXTREMELY difficult for me. Movies are my life. I'm going into film in college, it means everything to me. It's an understatement to say I've seen a shat-load of movies. My list of favorite films generally stays the same, though my numero uno favorite film changes from day to day based on my mood.
   Now with that out of the way, let's get on with it, shall we? Blade Runner. Ridley Scott gave us a film ahead of it's time in 1982, heck, it's ahead of it's time for 2012. If you haven't seen it, stop reading RIGHT NOW and go fricking rent it-no-BUY IT. It's too good a film to be merely rented then stored back on the shelves of oppression. Go buy it and watch it, then watch it again. Why are you still reading? Stop. I'm about to spoil the whole thing for you. Sorry to those of you who have seen it, they just wouldn't flippin' leave. Phew, okay.

   This movie really resonates with one of the topics we've discussed in this class; what does it mean to be human? That's the underlying message of this film. Set in a dystopian, future Los Angeles, Deckard (played by the brilliant, subtle Harrison Ford) is an ex-Blade Runner, or in other words, a killer of replicants. He's brought back into the business however, when four replicants escape from an off-world colony and come back to Earth.
   Behind all of the futuristic cityscapes lies a deeply articulated story and many philosophical themes. Among these themes are the following: - The dehumanization of people through a society shaped by technological excess. - The roles of creator and creation, their mutual enslavement, and their role reversal, i.e., the creation's triumph over its creator. - The nature of humanity itself: emotions, memory, purpose, desire, cruelty, technological mastery of environment and universe, mortality, death, and more. - Personal identity and self-awareness. - And the meaning of existence.
   If you're a person who loves mindless action, hot girls-a-plenty, and explosions, this film most likely will not be for you. However, if you're a person who really loves to think, and to be puzzled, Blade Runner is the film for you. Once you reach the climax you'll be going "Holy nards!" and by the time the credits roll you'll be like "Oh. My. Goodness..." Or maybe you'll just hate it and hate me for telling you to watch it. Whatever.