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term='antagonism'/><title type='text'>My First Farce</title><subtitle type='html'>About writing my first screenplay, and about the things that distract me from writing my first screenplay</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-6547633237022221653</id><published>2010-02-20T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:26:40.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam Mendes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jay Duplass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='away we go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The puffy chair'/><title type='text'>That je ne sais quoi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S4BWL43lxkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9sVmWCZ2VcA/s1600-h/away-we-go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S4BWL43lxkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9sVmWCZ2VcA/s400/away-we-go.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440443112107656770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious to see "Away we go" (Sam Mendes, 2009) because it deals with some of the materials my story deals with, mainly with the "young couple vs. everyone else" theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the film boring, the characters dull, and the overall story problematic, but it took me some time to figure out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thesis was that the movie suffers from genre confusion. To me, it seemed like the two main characters live in a drama, while many of the supporting characters (especially the guy's parents, and Maggie Gyllenhaal's character) live in a comedy. It could be funny if it was intentional, but it seems to be accidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S4BVzgqg-sI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ZDJwHVtjTYY/s1600-h/away-we-go5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S4BVzgqg-sI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ZDJwHVtjTYY/s400/away-we-go5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440442693293505218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S4BVzc9mUxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iM07Wv62kOc/s1600-h/46944272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S4BVzc9mUxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iM07Wv62kOc/s400/46944272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440442692299805458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I watched "The puffy chair", and it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Away we go" is about a couple expecting its first baby. They decide to move to a new city and build a home for their future family. So they go on a trip to decide where they want to move to, checking out different locations, different lifestyles, and at the end of the movie they choose their new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S4BZAK_g4_I/AAAAAAAAAb4/DST6A6wXDRI/s1600-h/chair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S4BZAK_g4_I/AAAAAAAAAb4/DST6A6wXDRI/s400/chair1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440446209349182450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The puffy chair" (Jay Duplass, 2005) is a road trip movie. It's about a guy who was planning to buy a puffy chair he found on EBAY, and drive it to his parents' house as a present for his dad's birthday. He was planning to go on his trip alone, but his girlfriend and later his brother both join him. Change of plans: instead of the trip being about him getting a present for his dad, it becomes about his relationship with his girlfriend and with his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's missing on "Away we go". So trivial, yet it makes all the difference - going on a trip, not knowing what its outcome will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S4BY_jxQoBI/AAAAAAAAAbo/AyJ4YZItLfI/s1600-h/B000IMVE1Y.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V34601927_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S4BY_jxQoBI/AAAAAAAAAbo/AyJ4YZItLfI/s400/B000IMVE1Y.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V34601927_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440446198820413458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-6547633237022221653?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/6547633237022221653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=6547633237022221653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/6547633237022221653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/6547633237022221653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2010/02/that-je-ne-sais-quoi.html' title='That je ne sais quoi'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S4BWL43lxkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9sVmWCZ2VcA/s72-c/away-we-go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-3991742169957061513</id><published>2009-12-12T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T03:07:15.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katharine Hepburn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Howard Hawks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his girl friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='characters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cary grant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bringing up baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Latest developments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Syi5p_5xLYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/WXUnLamw9r0/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Syi5p_5xLYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/WXUnLamw9r0/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415782683092528514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing. I find out that when I have a scene where I know exactly what I want, where I feel I have all the essentials ingredients, it's really fun to write it. But I also realized that there is still something big I have to solve if I want to go on writing. I tried to understand what it was that was missing, or unclear. Most of all I felt like I have a bunch of strong main scenes, but nothing strong enough yet to connect them. The main story is very tight, but there is still something loose hovering above it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I first realized was that the supporting characters are clearer to me than the two main characters. This led me to a more important realization: my two main characters (a couple) share the same dramatic need. The reason they are weak is that they are not distinct and separated enough. So I decided this dramatic need, which is actually the heart of the story, will belong only to the woman, and that I will find a different need for the man. He will still take part in whatever she's up to (because the story is basically them vs. everybody else), but this won't be the thing that defines him. He will have his own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have two heroes with two different dramatic needs. I already know what the guy's thing is, but I do have a little more work on his character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about male characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Syi9OexYY9I/AAAAAAAAAY0/mx9gtMPcI-8/s1600-h/friday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Syi9OexYY9I/AAAAAAAAAY0/mx9gtMPcI-8/s400/friday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415786608389022674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talking about female characters:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SyN_zRLQsKI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/73reShzUM8M/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SyN_zRLQsKI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/73reShzUM8M/s400/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414311695790157986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-3991742169957061513?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/3991742169957061513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=3991742169957061513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/3991742169957061513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/3991742169957061513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/12/latest-developments.html' title='Latest developments'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Syi5p_5xLYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/WXUnLamw9r0/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-2253091615794865687</id><published>2009-10-19T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T03:22:00.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie Hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading habits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woody allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diane Keaton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interiors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractions'/><title type='text'>Reading "Woody Allen on Woody Allen"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Stwr4j7uBnI/AAAAAAAAAV0/rc8FN7U0EBU/s1600-h/interiors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Stwr4j7uBnI/AAAAAAAAAV0/rc8FN7U0EBU/s400/interiors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394234704401401458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to read Christopher Vogler's "The Writer's Journey", but it seemed a bit heavy, so I decided to hold it, and turn to a lighter reading material. So Im currently reading this book of conversations Stig Bjorkman had with Woody Allen. They discuss each film chronologically, but also go over general questions and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched "Interiors" for the first time after reading the chapter about it in the book. I loved it. In the book, Allen says he's very intrigued by female relationships, be it sisters or friends. He also mentions how much he admires and respects Diane Keaton, stating if she loves a new film he's made, he doesn't care what anybody else thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Stwr5MuoGhI/AAAAAAAAAV8/P_Em8jne_9A/s1600-h/diane-keaton-e-woody-allen-in-manhattan-26390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Stwr5MuoGhI/AAAAAAAAAV8/P_Em8jne_9A/s400/diane-keaton-e-woody-allen-in-manhattan-26390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394234715352341010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This remindes me that a friend back in film school used to tell me I reminded him of Annie Hall. I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Stwr5TjAz_I/AAAAAAAAAWE/0DX17_TBbms/s1600-h/annie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Stwr5TjAz_I/AAAAAAAAAWE/0DX17_TBbms/s400/annie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394234717182676978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-2253091615794865687?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/2253091615794865687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=2253091615794865687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/2253091615794865687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/2253091615794865687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/10/reading-woody-allen-on-woody-allen.html' title='Reading &quot;Woody Allen on Woody Allen&quot;'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Stwr4j7uBnI/AAAAAAAAAV0/rc8FN7U0EBU/s72-c/interiors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-426480883085925404</id><published>2009-10-05T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:54:56.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marion and Geoff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christoph Waltz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob Brydon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human Remains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quentin Tarantino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractions'/><title type='text'>Christoph Waltz / Rob Brydon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sso1Neesa6I/AAAAAAAAAVk/0C4UKjhz_PY/s1600-h/christoph_waltz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sso1Neesa6I/AAAAAAAAAVk/0C4UKjhz_PY/s400/christoph_waltz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389178409738595234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally saw "Inglourious Basterds". I won't write a review here, but I will say that I loved it, and that it made my heart beat like no other film ever did. It actually went BOOM - BOOM - BOOM throughout the last act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While watching the movie, the brilliant Christoph Waltz (Col. Hans Landa) kept reminding me of Rob Brydon, one of my favorite current British comedians. I'm not sure what Brydon is up to these days (the last time I saw him was as a guest on "Little Britain"), but I do know that watching his TV shows "Human Remains" and "Marion and Geoff" somewhere around 2001 was really an eye-opener.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SspTTTgZ66I/AAAAAAAAAVs/HgFhrDTXXec/s1600-h/Rob_Brydon_w.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 366px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SspTTTgZ66I/AAAAAAAAAVs/HgFhrDTXXec/s400/Rob_Brydon_w.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389211495221029794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both shows were mockumentaries. "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_Remains"&gt;Human Remains&lt;/a&gt;", starring Brydon and Julia Davis, featured 6 episodes, 30 minutes long. Each episode focused on a different couple, usually an unhappy one. "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marion_and_Geoff"&gt;Marion and Geoff&lt;/a&gt;" had 17 episodes, 9 minutes long, and always had Brydon as a loser, driving his car, talking about his ex wife Marion and her new husband Geoff, with whom his kids live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These shows didn't invent the genre of course, but I think it was my first encounter with a mockumentary that wasn't only funny, but also very dark and cruel. Needless to say, this was a few years before Ricky Gervais came along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are a few videos, to honor this talented and funny man (mind you, some of the accents are hard to follow):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ezS_ajpexzY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;span dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;span dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WBp4J_vN_k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WBp4J_vN_k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lBfXGanUpZ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:10px;"  &gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n2LBULIxY50&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n2LBULIxY50&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-426480883085925404?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/426480883085925404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=426480883085925404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/426480883085925404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/426480883085925404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/10/christoph-waltz-meets-rob-brydon.html' title='Christoph Waltz / Rob Brydon'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sso1Neesa6I/AAAAAAAAAVk/0C4UKjhz_PY/s72-c/christoph_waltz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-7162909966645714466</id><published>2009-09-24T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T03:34:50.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman under the influence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractions'/><title type='text'>Saved by the beet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SryaHZkvlhI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZMTPti12Jgs/s1600-h/woman-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385348706343032338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SryaHZkvlhI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZMTPti12Jgs/s400/woman-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two and a half weeks into &lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/09/guilty-and-weak.html"&gt;my new diet&lt;/a&gt;, I'm glad to say that I'm feeling a lot better. In the last 5-6 days I've been much more energetic, and didn’t feel the need to sleep during the day (which I did throughout most of the summer). I was so energetic I started cleaning the apartment, throwing away old stuff, and reorganizing the stuff I don't want to through away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only that, but I also had a comeback dream to the &lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/09/guilty-and-weak.html"&gt;nightmares&lt;/a&gt; I've had in my bad week. Back then, I dreamt every night that I'm in physical danger and I'm helpless – there's no way to escape, or even convince anyone that I'm in danger. It was usually conspiracy-movie-type situations. Well a few days ago I dreamt someone was trying to enter my house and hurt me, and I overcame him! I sprayed some stuff on him and he ran away! Always go for the spray when you're in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the diet itself - I find that the hardest thing about it isn't what I can or can't eat or drink, but the social meaning of it. If I can't drink coffee and can't drink alcohol, and can't really eat outside, this basically means going out with friends is quite difficult. Sure I can sit with them and drink water or carrot juice, but it's not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this month is over I'm supposed to receive an updated diet for the following month. I'm mostly curious to see how long this energetic phase will last. I hope it's here to stay, but I'm also used to experience the migraines and fatigue in cycles, so I'm trying to be realistic about it. In the meantime, I plan to dedicate this long weekend of Yom Kipur to my script. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be good, eat healthy stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sryb9lZ3sGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/sy41vdlbe8U/s1600-h/beet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385350736743215202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sryb9lZ3sGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/sy41vdlbe8U/s400/beet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-7162909966645714466?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/7162909966645714466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=7162909966645714466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/7162909966645714466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/7162909966645714466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/09/saved-by-beet.html' title='Saved by the beet'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SryaHZkvlhI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZMTPti12Jgs/s72-c/woman-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-7232632690683706240</id><published>2009-09-19T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:17:29.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research and inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female characters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Cage aux Folles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mike nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michel Serrault'/><title type='text'>Case study: La Cage Aux Folles vs.The Birdcage</title><content type='html'>I've &lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/06/research-and-inspiration-beginning.html"&gt;mentioned my love for "La Cage Aux Folles"&lt;/a&gt; (Edouard Molinaro, 1978) before. Written originally as a play by Jean Poiret, and later adapted to the screen by Poiret, Molinaro, Marcello Danon and Francis Veber, this movie is definitely one of my all time favorite comedies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SrU5Y4KZvLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/U-gNaJTz-NE/s1600-h/lacagebig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SrU5Y4KZvLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/U-gNaJTz-NE/s400/lacagebig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383272029146954930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before writing this case study, I watched the American version of the film for the first time (Mike Nichols, 1996). What a sad and interesting experience that was. Sad - to see such a great story translate into such a (I thought) mediocre film. Interesting - to try and understand what it is exactly that makes it mediocre. I guess for someone who hadn't seen the French movie, the American one might be hilarious, but for me, a devoted fan of the French version, it wasn't. I guess it's s little like watching the American version of "The Office" after adoring the British one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The plot (you can skip this if you've watched the movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SrU5YAWTudI/AAAAAAAAAUk/e3cTJa8Igj0/s1600-h/cage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SrU5YAWTudI/AAAAAAAAAUk/e3cTJa8Igj0/s400/cage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383272014164507090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The American "Birdcage" is very similar to the French in terms of story, with some adjustments to the American society of course, and a few original scenes that were written especially for it. So here is the basic plot of both films:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son of a gay couple (owner of a drag shows club and his life partner, the main performer) is set to get married with the daughter of a member of the government's conservative party. The son has no relationship with his birth mother. The fiancée, scared of her conservative father, lies to him and says the boy's father is a diplomat (cultural attaché) and his mother is a house wife. The girl's parents decide to drive up and meet the boy's parents. The boy asks his father, just for that night, to pretend that he's a diplomat, remove any signs of him being gay from the house, and get rid of his partner for the day. While the media is following every step of the girl's father, whose party just gone through a major scandal, the girl's family enters the boy's parents' house. And the mess continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What makes the French movie so much better:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First difference that comes to mind is the beautiful soundtrack by Ennio Morricone (the American movie begins and ends with the cheesy "we are family"). Here's one of Morricone's beatiful melodies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H-_eqwj7_BE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H-_eqwj7_BE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In both films, the boy's adopting father is an insecure, neurotic, high maintenance type of gal. One of his main comic features is a hysteric high-pitch scream that comes out of his mouth once in a while. But while the American character seems to scream only when he encounters an alarming or surprising situation, the French one does it as a general attitude. He screams when he's scared or alarmed, but also out of joy and enthusiasm. Watch the magnificent Michel Serrault (sorry, no subtitles on this one, but that's a scene where he enters the dinner with the girl's parents dressed as a woman, pretending to be the boy's mother, even though the boy and his father asked him not to take part in the dinner):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQXmeZynJF0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQXmeZynJF0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the French film, when the boy tells his father he's marrying a girl, the father immediately calls her a "whore", then asks him what’s the whore's name. The next day, the father tells his partner that the boy will marry a girl, and he too replies by calling her a whore. In the American film, both fathers are also upset by the news of the marriage, by they don’t use the word "whore". It might sound like a small detail, but to me it definitely sets a different comic mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the French film, it is well established that both the girl and her mother are afraid of the father. In the American version, set in a different year, most of the time it seems like deep inside, the girl (Calista Flockhart) doesn’t really care what her father thinks, and has an ironic approach towards her parents – which makes the whole encounter between the families a bit less dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both movies end the same way: two mothers arrive to the dinner in which the parents of the boy and the girl meet for the first time, both of them claim they are the boy's mother. The first mother to arrive is the father's male companion, dressed as a woman, playing the part of a woman. The second mother to arrive is the boy's actual mother, whom he hasn't seen since he was a baby. At this point the girl's father asks: how many mothers does he have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the French version, it's his father who removes the wig from his partner's head, and says: he has two fathers. Us. In the American version it's the boy himself who removes the wig, saying: I have two fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For me, the French resolution is more natural – the main characters are the two fathers, they didn't want to lie in the first place, so it makes sense that the father reveals the truth. In the American version, the boy becomes a character who has gone through some change during the day, coming to terms with his family, deciding not to lie anymore. It seems a bit forced and out of context, not to say educational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A word about female characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I don’t like about "La Cage Aux Folles" is the pour female characters. There are two couples of parents in the story. The two gay fathers are funny. The girl's father (at least in the French version) is hilarious. And only the girl's mother has hardly any comic depth. They could have played with her dreams of a wedding with a diplomat's son, make her more pathetic, but they chose to make her anemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/case-study-meet-fockers.html"&gt;had the same issue&lt;/a&gt; with "Meet the Fockers", that has more female characters in it to begin with. And I want to declare here again, that I will try as hard as I can to make the female characters in my movie just as bold, funny and pathetic as the male ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-7232632690683706240?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/7232632690683706240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=7232632690683706240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/7232632690683706240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/7232632690683706240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/09/case-study-la-cage-aux-folles-vsthe.html' title='Case study: La Cage Aux Folles vs.The Birdcage'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SrU5Y4KZvLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/U-gNaJTz-NE/s72-c/lacagebig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-2813945888514347029</id><published>2009-09-12T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:53:55.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distradistractions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Guilty and weak</title><content type='html'>I wasn't sure what to write here in the last couple of weeks. I guess it's because I can't make myself sit down and write my screenplay. I feel bad about not writing the screenplay, I feel bad generally, so I lose interest in the blog. It's the first time I'm trying to write a screenplay. I have no experience in planning such a long story/text, so I've been mostly avoiding doing it. My plan was to use this summer for writing, and I feel that I have failed at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've been tired and weak all summer, which I thought might have something to do with the Tel Aviv heat, or with the no-job situation (you're at home, there's no obligation to do anything, so why would you do anything?). Along with the weakness, I've been suffering from occasional headaches. Headaches and migraines are not new to me, but in the last 4-5 months came a new phenomenon: a headache that lasts a few days. You wake up with the headache, you go to sleep with it, and you wake up with it again. It doesn’t matter how many headache/migraine pills I take, or how many naps I take – it just stays there, until one day it disappears. I found it alarming, so I went to the doctor. The doctor took some tests and said there's nothing wrong with me. So I decided to go to a nutritionist, who also does iris Diagnosis. She was much more understanding than the doctor. She looked at my blood tests, looks at my pupils, and said the comforting words: "of course you're tired".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SqwDoUCdoDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_MTXhCO_IT0/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SqwDoUCdoDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_MTXhCO_IT0/s400/1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380679645909590066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SqwDo8vpRZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/FcdsbrRmvlA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SqwDo8vpRZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/FcdsbrRmvlA/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380679656836515218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So now I'm on a new diet, which is supposed to make me feel better. There's a green powder I'm supposed to drink every day, and there are many things I shouldn't eat or drink (alcohol, milk, coffee, sugar, wheat, few vegetables, and most of the fruits that I love). I will say, though, that the nutritionist told me that in fact I should digress from the menu from time to time, because (her words) I'm a perfectionist and I should learn to fight my perfectionism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 6 days since I started the new diet. I was actuallly very weak these last 3-4 days, and had one of those long headaches again, which I still have, but hopefully will be gone by tomorrow. To make it even more interesting, every night in the last few days I had at least one dream in which I'm in phisical danger - in most of them I forced myself to wake up because the dream was too scary or stressing to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SqwDpPF-zRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-sHOxFu-mYk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SqwDpPF-zRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-sHOxFu-mYk/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380679661762039058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of perfectionism, I had a minor revelation today. I understood that the biggest mission ahead of me is not to write the greatest screenplay I can, but first to write a screenplay at all. Once I've written my first full screenplay, I can worry about making it perfect, or making my future screenplays perfect. Hopefully I can execute that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-2813945888514347029?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/2813945888514347029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=2813945888514347029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/2813945888514347029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/2813945888514347029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/09/guilty-and-weak.html' title='Guilty and weak'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SqwDoUCdoDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_MTXhCO_IT0/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-6166630779554719187</id><published>2009-09-02T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:59:54.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tim gunn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make it work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deadlines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Make it work! September deadlines</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to question my deadlines method. In other words – I'm not making it work. I'm trying to figure out how to make the necessary leap in my story's structure. I have a rather established structure, but it's not complete, and it's hardly developed since I started this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm good in editing and arranging material, so I'm pretty sure that when I'll have my structure, the writing process will become easier. But at this stage, when I'm still working on the story itself, I'm stuck. It’s not yet playing with material – it's coming up with the material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did find is that talking about the story with someone (my boyfriend, to be exact) is much easier than thinking about it in my head. Sometimes he'll have good ideas, and other times just saying something aloud helps me get it to the next level. It's as if until I don't say it aloud, I can't think what happens next, or as a result of it, or what will make it better. Once I said it, I automatically come up with new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess my major mission for September is to have as many script conversations with my boyfriend, and force myself to finish working on my movie structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in the previous make-it-work posts, I'm leaving you with a Tim Gunn video. This time, you get to see the inside of his closet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/85Of-XJvivs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/85Of-XJvivs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-6166630779554719187?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/6166630779554719187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=6166630779554719187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/6166630779554719187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/6166630779554719187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-it-work-september-deadlines.html' title='Make it work! September deadlines'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-1669106799139649652</id><published>2009-08-27T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:39:54.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research and inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='characters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syd field'/><title type='text'>It must have been awkward</title><content type='html'>I finished reading "Screenplay". As Field suggests, I copied 10 pages of a script ("There's something about Mary"), as an exercise to help me get used to writing in proper screenplay form. I think I'll do it more than once. It's not only helpful, it's also fun. I enjoy technical exercises. It's much easier to copy a few pages of script than to write biographies for my leading characters. The thing is, I know how the characters behave today, but I'm not sure how I should go about inventing their history, inventing major events in their childhood etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm writing this, I suddenly realize that the key for my characters' past is their parents. I mean, their parents also star in the movie, so I already know what kind of people their parents are. So what I should do, given the leading characters' behavior and their parents' characteristics, is imagine what kind of (funny) situations could have happened between them while they were growing up. So hopefully this will get me somewhere. And if this doesn't help, maybe going over &lt;a href="http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/"&gt;awkwardfamilyphotos&lt;/a&gt; will serve as inspiration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpbsDy6P2TI/AAAAAAAAATk/DLz-U3PGWfY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpbsDy6P2TI/AAAAAAAAATk/DLz-U3PGWfY/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374742755263109426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpbuP9jYwzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/GDLCbg_SCiI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpbuP9jYwzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/GDLCbg_SCiI/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374745163301700402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Spbt3hnXrzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/T_d4BElyOjk/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Spbt3hnXrzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/T_d4BElyOjk/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374744743485353778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-1669106799139649652?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/1669106799139649652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=1669106799139649652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/1669106799139649652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/1669106799139649652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-must-have-been-awkward.html' title='It must have been awkward'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpbsDy6P2TI/AAAAAAAAATk/DLz-U3PGWfY/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-529450157438952402</id><published>2009-08-22T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:07:35.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liv Ullmann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lara Stone eyebrows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lara Stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liv Ullmann eyebrows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Models'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lara Stone looks like Liv Ullmann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractions'/><title type='text'>Lara Stone vs. Liv Ullmann: The eyebrows effect</title><content type='html'>I was watching "Scenes from a marriage" (Ingmar Bergman, 1973) a while ago, and during its 167 minutes I kept thinking that Liv Ullmann reminds me of Lara Stone – or should I say vice versa. There's a prominent vulnerability in Liv Ullmann's eyes and eyebrows combination, that sometimes makes it seem like she's about to cry even when she's not. Lara Stone's bleached eyebrows create a similar effect. Anyway, Lara Stone has just gone brunette for Vogue Paris, so this Liv/Lara adventure is over, at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's  Liv Ullmann:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAohQMV5TI/AAAAAAAAAS0/im2fu2bqAQ0/s1600-h/liv5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAohQMV5TI/AAAAAAAAAS0/im2fu2bqAQ0/s400/liv5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372838907200529714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAohhKyXVI/AAAAAAAAAS8/37BsKf5cpqs/s1600-h/liv6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAohhKyXVI/AAAAAAAAAS8/37BsKf5cpqs/s400/liv6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372838911757409618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAoh3OYR7I/AAAAAAAAATE/JKP5o3_shUw/s1600-h/liv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAoh3OYR7I/AAAAAAAAATE/JKP5o3_shUw/s400/liv2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372838917678057394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAoxPIs3qI/AAAAAAAAATU/9KulWFleN1c/s1600-h/liv4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAoxPIs3qI/AAAAAAAAATU/9KulWFleN1c/s400/liv4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372839181794729634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Lara Stone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAoIYDAntI/AAAAAAAAASk/52P_Cxy0_9s/s1600-h/lara6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAoIYDAntI/AAAAAAAAASk/52P_Cxy0_9s/s400/lara6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372838479812140754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAoICSjDjI/AAAAAAAAASc/WLyX5v7Pfhg/s1600-h/lara1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAoICSjDjI/AAAAAAAAASc/WLyX5v7Pfhg/s400/lara1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372838473971732018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAoHtJmblI/AAAAAAAAASU/0-q1dZtGeOs/s1600-h/lara-stone-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAoHtJmblI/AAAAAAAAASU/0-q1dZtGeOs/s400/lara-stone-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372838468297059922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAoI6wMQ_I/AAAAAAAAASs/JMXkDOcOzNA/s1600-h/lara2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAoI6wMQ_I/AAAAAAAAASs/JMXkDOcOzNA/s400/lara2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372838489128453106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's Lara Stone as a bruntte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAprdLVo3I/AAAAAAAAATc/Cg4JTF2KUg0/s1600-h/larabrunette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAprdLVo3I/AAAAAAAAATc/Cg4JTF2KUg0/s400/larabrunette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372840181996299122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-529450157438952402?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/529450157438952402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=529450157438952402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/529450157438952402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/529450157438952402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/08/lara-stone-vs-liv-ullmann.html' title='Lara Stone vs. Liv Ullmann: The eyebrows effect'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SpAohQMV5TI/AAAAAAAAAS0/im2fu2bqAQ0/s72-c/liv5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-8621002173017605204</id><published>2009-08-19T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:45:50.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Demme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Hughes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'>Home is where the road is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SoxhYiCnoVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/o5dW6Exk88A/s1600-h/planes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SoxhYiCnoVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/o5dW6Exk88A/s400/planes1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371775529628705106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Following John Hughes' death, I decided to watch "Planes, trains and automobiles" (1987) for the first time. Though the movie's strong 80's vibe holds it from being a timeless piece, I did enjoy it. I especially enjoyed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Steve Martin and John Candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The opening scene, in which Page (Steve Martin) sits in an office meeting, anxious to leave so he can catch his plane, while his boss takes his time to conclude the meeting. This scene has almost no dialogue, mainly face gestures, and it's remarkably funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bromance"&gt;bromance&lt;/a&gt; atmosphere, which is so dominant in comedies nowadays. When Page and Dell find themselves sharing a hotel room (and a bed) for the night, they keep making sure there's nothing gay about it. The climax is the moment when they wake up in each other's arms, and jump out of bed, terrified (watch video below). Of course today it's ok for guys to say "I love you" in comedies ("Wedding crashers", "Superbad", "I love you, man").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kCqcMOB6STc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kCqcMOB6STc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The moment when Page understands that Del (John Candy) has nowhere to go to for Thanksgiving. After he hated him throughout the entire movie, you really get the feeling that now he loves him. And in terms of&lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers.html"&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;transformations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, it's nice that the film offers a minor change, not drastic. Page is not a whole new person when the movie ends, but he did learn to enjoy the presence of someone different, and to accept that things don’t always go as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SoxijXs0pMI/AAAAAAAAASM/cZujY-WITcg/s1600-h/planes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SoxijXs0pMI/AAAAAAAAASM/cZujY-WITcg/s400/planes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371776815343117506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after watching "Planes", "Something Wild" (Jonathan Demme, 1986) was on TV, and I sat down and watched it. I remembered watching it as a young girl, and had a vague recollection of what it was about. I remembered the sex scene at the beginning (the bob haircut and the handcuffs are too iconic to forget). I also remembered the scene where Lulu (Melanie Griffith) leaves the restaurant without paying, forcing Charlie (Jeff Daniels), who has no money either, to run out without paying. However, I did not remember the radical shift in the middle of the movie, when it stops being a comedy and becomes a dark drama, thriller almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SoxhZoUFHnI/AAAAAAAAASE/j_xVEurkJ9A/s1600-h/something-wild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SoxhZoUFHnI/AAAAAAAAASE/j_xVEurkJ9A/s400/something-wild.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371775548492422770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's interesting, though, is the similarity between the movies. Both "Planes" and "Something Wild" are road movies, in which one of the main characters has no home to return to (either physically or emotionally). In both movies, the character keeps her "no home" situation a secret, and the secret is revealed towards the end of the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del (John Candy) doesn't tell Page (Steve Martin) that his beloved wife had been dead for 8 years. Page finds it out by himself only at the end of the movie, by adding up all the small clues that were dropped along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie (Jeff Daniels) doesn't tell Lulu (Melanie Griffith) that his wife left him a few months earlier. Lulu's husband, who just got out of jail and tries to get Lulu back to him, tells her the truth about Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that in both movies, the primary idea is you can only truly dedicate yourself to a road trip if you have nothing (no one) to lose. In "Planes, trains and automobiles", Del craves Page's company because he's lonely, and his loneliness explains why, unlike Page, he only wants the trip back home to be longer. In "Something Wild", we first think Charlie joins Lulu to escape his boring family life, but it turns he's lost his wife and kids to another man. Hence, he joins Lulu because he has no family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-8621002173017605204?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/8621002173017605204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=8621002173017605204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/8621002173017605204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/8621002173017605204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-is-where-road-is.html' title='Home is where the road is'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SoxhYiCnoVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/o5dW6Exk88A/s72-c/planes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-5709928892050738654</id><published>2009-08-14T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:45:24.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert mckee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research and inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading habits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syd field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerd'/><title type='text'>Don't tell Syd</title><content type='html'>I'm currently reading Syd Field's book, "Screenplay". Like I &lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/greatest-leap-of-imagination.html"&gt;already wrote&lt;/a&gt;, among the many examples he brings up, Field returns quite often to scenes from "Lord of the rings". He also gives examples from other movies I either haven't seen, or I saw yet I don’t care for. When I come across these paragraphs (and sometimes full pages), I find myself in a dilemma. I want to skip them, but I feel bad. Thinking about it, I found that the bad feeling is in fact a combination of two sub-feelings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; I might miss something. Yes, it looks boring, but maybe it's worth the effort, maybe there's some magical moment of revelation hiding in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;I'm cheating. My nerdy soul won't let me say I read the book knowing that I skipped a few pages in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SoXZK0hPLsI/AAAAAAAAARk/Xv7MsR7Q0CA/s1600-h/Screenplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SoXZK0hPLsI/AAAAAAAAARk/Xv7MsR7Q0CA/s400/Screenplay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369936910629154498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was reading "Writing the comedy film" (Stuart Voytilla and Scott Petri), I did allow myself to skip some chapters. A big part of the book is dedicated to different comedy genres. I decided it was ok for me to read only about genres that are relevant for my screenplay (ensemble comedy, farce) or genres that interest me (fish out of water, romantic comedy), and skip other genres (sports comedy, military comedy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in Syd Field's case, it's different. It's not that easy to let go. The book's subtitle is "the foundations of screenwriting". Can I really allow myself to miss a foundation? Finally, I decided - yes. It's ok. I can read the chapter titled "plot points" and skip the three pages about "Matrix". I can read the "sequence" chapter and skip the two pages about "Seabiscuit". And I'll sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SoXY0MzINiI/AAAAAAAAARc/8fvLKxPhqNA/s1600-h/paradigm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SoXY0MzINiI/AAAAAAAAARc/8fvLKxPhqNA/s400/paradigm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369936522009654818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And another thing: Syd is quite strict about his screenplay paradigm. On one hand, he says there are no rules. On the other hand, he says you should use 14 cards to write the first act.  If you only have 12-13 cards that usually means your first act is too thin, and if you have 15-16 cards then your first act is too long. That's pressure right there. I mean, his whole approach to the first act is very helpful – stressing how important it is, looking at it as if it was an independent story with a beginning, middle and an end – but when it comes to having exactly 14 cards, that's a bit too much for me. He also says you should have 14 cards for the first half of act II, 14 for the second half of act II, and another 14 for act III. He mentions films that used less or more than that, but he definitely gives you the impression that you won't be able to pull that off yourself. I have to say I like Robert Mckee's looser approach to the cards: No numbers. Just write all your scenes on cards and shift them around till you're happy with the order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, yesterday I went out and bought a stack of cards. I feel like soon I'll be able to fill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SoXaU2Eb4eI/AAAAAAAAARs/vx1kpzyBEMQ/s1600-h/cards1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SoXaU2Eb4eI/AAAAAAAAARs/vx1kpzyBEMQ/s400/cards1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369938182355542498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-5709928892050738654?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/5709928892050738654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=5709928892050738654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/5709928892050738654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/5709928892050738654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-tell-syd.html' title='Don&apos;t tell Syd'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SoXZK0hPLsI/AAAAAAAAARk/Xv7MsR7Q0CA/s72-c/Screenplay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-5512660585976065598</id><published>2009-08-12T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:14:50.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collateral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuart Beattie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenwriting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Writing tips, courtesy of Stuart Beattie</title><content type='html'>I'm happy to join &lt;a href="http://filmforthesoul.blogspot.com/"&gt;filmforthesoul&lt;/a&gt;'s COUNTING DOWN THE ZEROS project. For the year 2004, I wrote a piece about "Collateral" (Michael Mann). &lt;a href="http://filmforthesoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/year-2004-collateral-michael-mann.html"&gt;You can click here to read it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While working on my piece, I found this &lt;a href="http://shootingpeople.org/interviews.php?mode=beattie"&gt;rather long conversation&lt;/a&gt; with screenwriter Stuart Beattie, who wrote "Collateral". I'm not a fan of all his films, nor have I seen all of them, but I did find the interview very interesting, screenwriting-wise. Beattie was born in Sydney, Australia. He moved to Los Angeles at 21, first to study and later to work as a screenwriter, and he has lived there since. He wrote the first draft for "Collateral" when he was 19, in 1991. The movie was shot 13 years (and a few drafts) later. Here are some points he brings up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SoNL0UdAV4I/AAAAAAAAARM/jqe7eH5jyPM/s1600-h/stuartbeattie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SoNL0UdAV4I/AAAAAAAAARM/jqe7eH5jyPM/s400/stuartbeattie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369218542971410306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About screenwriting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He usually thinks about a story for at least 6 months, refining the idea, and then it takes him 6-7 weeks to actually write it. The more he thinks about it before setting it on paper, it gets easier and quicker for him to write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what he had learned throughout years of writing scripts and reading scripts, Beattie mentioned these two squeals:&lt;br /&gt;- Starting a scene as late as possible and ending it as early as possible.&lt;br /&gt;- Writing cinematic dialogues – short and light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About Collateral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beattie recorded a commentary for the "Collateral" DVD but it was edited out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He discusses the procedure of making scenes believable. The interviewer asks specifically about the credibility of scenes such as Max taking Vincent to visit his mother in the hospital. I personally had no problem with that scene's likeliness – I found that Vincent's back seat philosophical outbursts need much more explanation than that scene (and I think &lt;a href="http://filmforthesoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/year-2004-collateral-michael-mann.html"&gt;I managed to explain them&lt;/a&gt;, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About Hollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explains about the writers' credits arbitration procedure in Hollywood, which involves sending all the different movie drafts to three anonymous readers who decide which writer deserves which credit. He also mentions no one is ever happy with the final decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For beginning writers, he recommends submitting your screenplay to screenwriting competitions as a way to get your name out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked if he ever feared that by letting others read his scripts, his ideas might get stolen, he simply answered no: you can't control that anyway, so there's no point worrying about that. A screenwriter's strategy, he says, should be to always have more than one script he's working on, more than one he's trying to sell, because you can't bet all your money on only one specific screenplay. That's too much pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the full interview with Stuart Beattie at &lt;a href="http://shootingpeople.org/interviews.php?mode=beattie"&gt;shootingpeople.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-5512660585976065598?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/5512660585976065598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=5512660585976065598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/5512660585976065598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/5512660585976065598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/08/writing-tips-courtesy-of-stuart-beattie.html' title='Writing tips, courtesy of Stuart Beattie'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SoNL0UdAV4I/AAAAAAAAARM/jqe7eH5jyPM/s72-c/stuartbeattie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-2788044398496117558</id><published>2009-08-08T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:32:46.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Hughes'/><title type='text'>Going to the movies</title><content type='html'>"This is a working city, where people go to their jobs and raise their kids and live their lives. In Hollywood, I’d be hanging around with a lot of people who don’t have to pay when they go to the movies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The late John Hughes explains why he chose to live and shoot films in Chicago and not move to Los Angeles. Via &lt;a href="http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20090806/PEOPLE/908069969"&gt;rogerebert.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sn2l0Gmu36I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ul_W3moM-dc/s1600-h/John-Hughes-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sn2l0Gmu36I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ul_W3moM-dc/s400/John-Hughes-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367628645440348066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-2788044398496117558?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/2788044398496117558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=2788044398496117558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/2788044398496117558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/2788044398496117558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/08/going-to-movies.html' title='Going to the movies'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sn2l0Gmu36I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ul_W3moM-dc/s72-c/John-Hughes-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-197481742902671801</id><published>2009-08-04T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:23:36.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research and inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mike nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings and endings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the graduate'/><title type='text'>Beginnings and endings: The graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnjBvLD2FvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tYJZITnQaR4/s1600-h/gr1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnjBvLD2FvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tYJZITnQaR4/s400/gr1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366251972178876146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm launching this series of "Beginnings and endings" posts with Mike Nichols' 1967 classic, "The graduate". Based on a novel by Charles Webb and written for the screen by Calder Willingham and Buck Henry, "The graduate" has a great opening, and a tremendously iconic ending. (By the way, this post turned out to be very long. my apologies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The beginning of "The Graduate" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about this beginning is that it dives directly into the story – it's not the common "short story that precedes the actual story" kind of beginning, that's meant mainly to establish the characters and context of the story (Like the high-school sequence in "Something about Mary", or the beginning of "Tootsie" that shows Dustin Hoffman's life before he starts impersonating as a woman). In "The graduate", the characters and the context are established as the story happens. I realize that not every story can begin this way, but I enjoy stories that do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first twenty minutes of "The graduate" take place in three different locations: airport, Ben's parents' house, the Robinsons' house. Interestingly enough, all following scenes are built "by the book" (Robert Mckee's book) in terms of conflict: the different characters in each scene have conflicting desires, which means that every scene has a conflict or several conflicts in it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0:00:00 - 0:02:40 , Opening credits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is at the airport, back home after he graduated college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0:02:40 - 0:04:07 , Ben tries to avoid his parents' party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben sits in his old room at his parents' house. There's a party celebrating his coming home from college. All the guests are Ben's parents' friends and he doesn't want to get out of the room and face them. He feels bothered and confused about his future. His parents make him get out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnjCcYfYyyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UMfnfcK3sYU/s1600-h/gr5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnjCcYfYyyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UMfnfcK3sYU/s400/gr5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366252748878170914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0:04:04 - 0:06:15, Ben runs away from his parents' party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben joins the party. Different guests congratulate him for the different awards he got in college. They ask about his plans for the future. He's embarrassed. He tries to avoid them. Eventually he runs back to his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0:06:15 - 0:08:26, First encounter with Mrs. Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is alone in his room. Mrs. Robinson enters, says she's looking for the bathroom. He tells her where to find them it she stays in the room. After a short conversation in which Ben asks her to leave him alone, she asks him to drive her home because her husband left earlier with their car. Ben unwillingly agrees to take her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnjBvT4PXHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0vxEvttADq0/s1600-h/gr8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnjBvT4PXHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0vxEvttADq0/s400/gr8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366251974546119794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0:08:26 - 0:12:50, Mrs. Robinson starts seducing Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Mrs. Robinson arrive at her house. She demands he will accompany her inside because she's afraid to enter a dark empty house. He unwillingly agrees. They enter the living room .He wants to leave, she demands he stays till her husband comes home. She pours him a drink, puts on music and tells him she was an alcoholic. Ben panics, accuses her of seducing him, he wants to leave. She tells him to relax, denying any seduction attempt. She offers to show him her daughter's (Elaine) portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnjBvpHgq6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/exEpIN9xHpQ/s1600-h/gr13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnjBvpHgq6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/exEpIN9xHpQ/s400/gr13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366251980247313314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0:12:50 - 0:15:57, Mrs. Robinson officially seduces Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're up at Elaine's room. Ben admires the portrait. Mrs. Robinson asks him to unzip her dress because she wants to go to bed. He unwillingly agrees. After opening her zipper he starts heading towards the door. Mrs. Robinson is left with only a bra and a slip on. She asks what is he afraid of, still claiming she is not seducing him. He says if anyone walked in on them, they might get the wrong idea. She walks towards him, asking if he's trying to say that he wants her to seduce him. He says goodbye, walks out of the room and starts getting down the stairs. She asks him to bring up her purse from the living room before he leaves. He unwillingly agrees. He's back upstairs with her purse, in Elaine's room. Mrs. Robinson enters the room naked, blocking the door. He panics. She says she's available to him anytime if he wants to sleep with her, and that she finds him very attractive. He feels nervous and uncomfortable. There's a sound of a car stopping outside the house. Ben understands her husband has come back home, he pushes her from the door, and runs downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnjBv5PR5II/AAAAAAAAAP8/jM4-eukYWkc/s1600-h/gr16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnjBv5PR5II/AAAAAAAAAP8/jM4-eukYWkc/s400/gr16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366251984574866562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0:15:57 - 0:20:00, Mr. Robinson comes home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is in the living room, holding the drink Mrs. Robinson poured him earlier. Mr. Robinson enters the house. Ben quickly explains he's there because Mrs. Robinson asked him to drive her home, and to wait for him to arrive. Mr. Robinson thanks him. Ben starts to leave, explains he is concerned about his future. Mr. Robinson insists he stays for a drink. He unwillingly stays. Mr. Robinson tells Ben he should take things easier, have a few flings this summer. Mrs. Robinson joins them (dressed). Ben starts leaving. Mr. Robinson asks his wife if she agrees with him that Ben should have some flings this summer. She says yes. They escort him out of the house. Mr. Robinson tells Ben that Elaine is supposed to come for a visit from Berkley, and suggests Ben will call her. Mrs. Robinson reminds Ben to think about her offer. Ben enters his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnjBwPrV5lI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Dun3Rnx0mzc/s1600-h/gr18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnjBwPrV5lI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Dun3Rnx0mzc/s400/gr18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366251990598149714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Actions and dialogues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that the films starts right at the crucial night of the inciting incident (Mrs. Robinson's act of seduction), and that the dialogues and situations give all the needed information about the characters without drawing attention to it. The opposite would be, for example, the beginning of "The Royal Tenenbaums", where a voice over tells the family history before the actual story begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few examples for dialogues and action that demonstrate character in "The Graduate":&lt;br /&gt;When Ben's father asks him to join the party, he says "these are all our good friends, Ben", which tells us that his parents see him as an extension of themselves, rather than an autonomic entity. Their friends, as they see it, are his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mrs. Robinson visits Ben's room and attempts having a conversation with him, she notices he is bothered. She asks him "Is it a girl?", while looking to her left. As a respond, Ben looks at the same direction as she did, searching to see what it is she's looking at: "Is what a girl?". Ben is not only stressed, but he's obviously not squealed enough in conversation nor in flirtation, to understand her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing his panic and embarrassment during the entire interaction with Mrs. Robinson, the climax being when she enters the room naked, you understand he is basically an inexperienced and clumsy nerd, calculated (what will people think) rather than passionate (young men tend to be horny, so I hear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The ending of "The Graduate" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the film finds Ben much more assertive. If at the start he had no idea what he wanted (in terms of career), now he knows what he wants – he wants Elaine (he doesn't care about his future career anymore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i9eIXN6Sp40&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i9eIXN6Sp40&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drives to Berkley and asks her to marry him. She almost agrees , though she already agreed to marry another guy. Then Mrs. Robinson (who forbade Ben to see her daughter) tells Elaine that Ben raped her. Elaine believes her and tells Ben she never wants to see him again. Her parents arrange for a quick wedding with that other guy she planned to marry, in order to get Ben out of her life. When Ben finds out about the wedding he drives up to the church to stop it. When he runs out of gas, he starts running. When he get there and realizes they are already married, he still doesn't give up, banging on the church windows, calling "Elaine!". To her parents' and husband's surprise, she answers by crying back "Ben!". She runs towards him, while her parents try to block her and block Ben from reaching her. They manage to escape and run together from the church after leaving everybody else locked in it. They stop the first bus they see and get on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick search on YouTube shows just how popular this ending scene is. In part, I guess, because it answers Francois Trufaut's advice (&lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/greatest-leap-of-imagination.html"&gt;as brought by Robert Mckee&lt;/a&gt;) - end with memorable images, that incorporate the movie's story and message. The church and the bus scenes both answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Graduate" also offers a good example of Sid Field's argument (&lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/greatest-leap-of-imagination.html"&gt;mentioned previously here&lt;/a&gt;), that the beginning and the end should reflect one another. There are a few themes that appear both at the beginning and the end of the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The theme of motion and transportation&lt;/span&gt;, that demonstrates Ben's transformation: from a naïve and lost young man, to a decisive man who goes publicly against his family and after his own desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie begins with a shot of Ben sitting in a plane, a face in the crowd (close up of his face, followed by a long shot of him surrounded by other indifferent passengers), traveling back home after graduating college. After landing in L.A., alongside the movie credits ad Simon and Garfunkel's "Sound of silence", we see Ben riding the airport's automatic sidewalk for 2 minutes. This opening sequence shows Ben as someone who's being led automatically rather than initiating any action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At the end, Ben is driving a car, then running, and finally boarding a bus to an unknown destination – all of the above are actions he initiates for himself, not designed by anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The theme of aquarium and glass&lt;/span&gt;: Ben sitting next to the fish aquarium in his room at the beginning vs. Ben hitting the church glass walls at the end, and looking back from the bus window. At the beginning he's clinging to his fishes, avoiding life, while at the end it's his life (or the life he doesn't want) that he's looking at through the glass after defying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mike Nichols' terror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At the very final shot of the movie, Ben and Elaine sit on the back seats of the bus, all the other passengers staring at them with astonishment. Ben and Elaine first laugh, then smile, then just sit there with serious, almost concerned, faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mike Nichols was a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MQhDpiAJKHc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;guest at the actors studio&lt;/a&gt;, he spoke about the movie's final scene, stating the significant role the unconscious has in making films. Nichols says he actually wanted Dustin Hoffman and Katharine Ross to laugh all the way till the end of that bus scene, only he had been obnoxious to them that day, yelling at them to laugh (since they stopped traffic for that scene they didn't have time for many takes). As a result, Hoffman and Ross were so afraid of Nichols that they couldn’t manage to maintain the laugh, and so laughter was replaced by terror. When he saw the footage the day after, Nichols understood that this is what the end was really supposed to be like, realizing he unconsciously made them do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnjCdN0jsTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SCR1Yi3-sFc/s1600-h/gr31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnjCdN0jsTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SCR1Yi3-sFc/s400/gr31.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366252763194044722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnjCdK_t-jI/AAAAAAAAAQs/X8Nwzm-cX-E/s1600-h/gr34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnjCdK_t-jI/AAAAAAAAAQs/X8Nwzm-cX-E/s400/gr34.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366252762435549746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-197481742902671801?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/197481742902671801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=197481742902671801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/197481742902671801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/197481742902671801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/08/beginnings-and-endings-graduate.html' title='Beginnings and endings: The graduate'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnjBvLD2FvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tYJZITnQaR4/s72-c/gr1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-3773881434831412095</id><published>2009-08-01T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:25:29.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tim gunn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make it work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deadlines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Make it work! August deadlines</title><content type='html'>I'll begin with a quick summery of &lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-it-work-july-deadlines.html"&gt;July's deadlines&lt;/a&gt;: I studied &lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/case-study-meet-fockers.html"&gt;"Meet the Fockers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/case-study-meet-fockers.html"&gt;"&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/case-study-theres-something-about-mary.html"&gt;"There's something about Mary"&lt;/a&gt;. I started but haven’t finished both my characters mission, and my "beginnings and endings" mission. but I now know that there's still work left for me to do in order to be able to finish them. Mainly: I realized I can't understand my leading characters without diving into some serious research. And if I don't have my characters, how can I know my beginning and end? I won't elaborate on the research details because I'm maintaining a story ambiguity policy. I can only say that the research will involve searching for reading material, and then reading that material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My missions for August are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Start serious research in order to deepen my leading characters' study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish reading "Screenplay" by Sid Field, start reading "The writer's journey" by Christopher Vogler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Study "La cage aux folles". I already mentioned this movie as a &lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/06/research-and-inspiration-beginning.html"&gt;major inspiration&lt;/a&gt;. This time I want to study its structure, as I did in my previous case studies. I guess this means also watching the American version, "The Birdcage", for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to continue my tradition, and seal each deadlines post with a Tim Gunn video. So this time it's Santino, from seasom 2 of "Project Runway", doing an imitation of Tim Gunn (he's actually throwing in some &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4VAv8y2hHM"&gt;Nine Inch Nails&lt;/a&gt; lyircs). Season 2 was a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vgb5RJJ8y80&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vgb5RJJ8y80&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-3773881434831412095?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/3773881434831412095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=3773881434831412095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/3773881434831412095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/3773881434831412095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-it-work-august-deadlines.html' title='Make it work! August deadlines'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-6168872919658943566</id><published>2009-07-30T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T03:59:47.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert mckee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie endings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings and endings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syd field'/><title type='text'>A writer's greatest leap of imagination</title><content type='html'>I'm currently reading Syd Field's "Screenplay: the foundations of screenwriting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has interesting parts, for example when he discusses&lt;br /&gt;Robert Town's original ending for "Chinatown" (Evelyn kills her father, she goes to jail, her sister/daughter is safe), and the process, led by Roman Polanski's different vision of the story, that brought to the actual, much darker, ending of the film (Evelyn dies, her father gets away with his crimes and regains control over his daughter/granddaughter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Field keeps referring to "Lord of the Rings" in his examples, which I can't relate to at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read the "Endings and beginnings" chapter. Field argues that the first 10 minutes of a film are the most important ones – especially in terms of creating engagement so that your script gets read at all and not tossed aside. He also says that the ending should be a reflection of the beginning, and vice versa. In "Story" (which I read a few months ago), Robert McKee argues that the most important part of a movie is its end: it should be a satisfying and meaningful climax; a memorable image that captures the entire story (he quotes Francois Truffaut on that one); the writer's greatest leap of imagination. I guess they both know what they're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, after having read other books, I see that some of McKee's strength comes from using expressions like "leap of imagination" - expressions that respect the readers (potential writers), and can truly inspire. That, and his massive eyebrows. You have to respect a man with such glorious eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnF5Jf7h_NI/AAAAAAAAAPc/cRibLOPWov0/s1600-h/rob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnF5Jf7h_NI/AAAAAAAAAPc/cRibLOPWov0/s400/rob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364201835271945426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm still battling to find my own ending and beginning, I decided to do a series of posts about movie beginnings and endings that I love. I'll try to look both at my genre, comedies, and at films generally. Coming soon to a blog near you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-6168872919658943566?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/6168872919658943566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=6168872919658943566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/6168872919658943566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/6168872919658943566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/greatest-leap-of-imagination.html' title='A writer&apos;s greatest leap of imagination'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SnF5Jf7h_NI/AAAAAAAAAPc/cRibLOPWov0/s72-c/rob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-2436411859378393730</id><published>2009-07-25T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:47:14.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research and inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='billy wilder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='made in Britain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='some like it hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='characters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s gotta have it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As good as it gets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet the Fockers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woody allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tootsie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spike lee'/><title type='text'>Transformers?</title><content type='html'>I'm entering the last week of my &lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-it-work-july-deadlines.html"&gt;July deadlines&lt;/a&gt; - studying my leading characters, thinking of beginnings and endings. My goal is not to solve both missions completely by the end of the month – they require much more time than that. My goal is to spend enough time tackling them in ways that will get me deeper inside my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both missions are related. Understanding how my movie ends implies understanding whether my characters succeed or fail in achieving their goals, and also implies understanding what kind of change my characters go through, or whether they change at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's conventional for a leading character to go through a certain change or transformation, to learn something about him/herself. But what does that mean exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it have to be that redemption type change that Melvin (Jack Nicholson) goes through in "As good as it gets"? A misogynic lonely man with a bad OCD case who's ready to let go of his habits for the chance of loving and being loved? There are also the Dustin Hoffman cases: The chauvinist actor who finds sensitivity after experiencing the everyday life of women by pretending to be one in "Tootsie"; Or the man acquiring fatherhood squeals, and fighting for his right to be a full-time father in "Kramer vs. Kramer". And then there's Jack (Robert de Niro) in "&lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/case-study-meet-fockers.html"&gt;Meet the Fockers&lt;/a&gt;", who learns that in order to make peace with his family he must let go of his obsession to control them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmtPXfqAIqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yIXAv4B39w4/s1600-h/as-good-as-it-gets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmtPXfqAIqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yIXAv4B39w4/s400/as-good-as-it-gets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362467046367961762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmtNUQZ3ZYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/sWuT55N20aQ/s1600-h/tootsie_movie_image_dustin_hoffman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmtNUQZ3ZYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/sWuT55N20aQ/s400/tootsie_movie_image_dustin_hoffman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362464791710885250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As opposed to the examples above, my characters are not the "problematic" types you automatically accept to be transformed by the end of the movie. Must transformation be so obvious, so easy to put in words? Do Jack Lemon and Tony Curtis experience a transformation in "Some like it hot"? Clearly, they go through a significant experience pretending to be women - but is it so easy to sum up their transformation in words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sends me browsing through film history, looking for characters who don't change. One of the strongest examples is Trevor (Tim Roth) in "Made in Britain" (Alan Clarke, 1982) – the teenage skinhead who ridicules the authorities' attempts to make him a better, civilized man. On the other hand, there's Nola Darling in "She's gotta have it" (Spike Lee, 1986), who almost changes but at the end chooses to stay true to herself and not to commit to one man. Nihilism, feminism. These two characters win by not changing. They choose not to change though society tells them to, and they are happy with their choice – even if for Trevor this choice means a life of going in and out of prisons, even if for Nola it means forever being referred to as "freak".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmtNUQ-nLzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/SxAvVx0SCKg/s1600-h/made2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmtNUQ-nLzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/SxAvVx0SCKg/s400/made2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362464791865012018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmtNT3AkBXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Rbt4x5s5fBc/s1600-h/made3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmtNT3AkBXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Rbt4x5s5fBc/s400/made3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362464784893871474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmtNUHlBv5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/gNn6IYQn7kY/s1600-h/nora.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmtNUHlBv5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/gNn6IYQn7kY/s400/nora.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362464789341781906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then there are Woody Allen's characters in "Annie Hall" and "Manhattan". Both movies are love stories in which the woman, his love interest, is the one going through changes, maturing, and he stays pretty much the same. He doesn't want to change. He wants to change them, educate them – but doesn’t want them to go through any autonomic changes. Both movie endings are melancholic. He had the girl, and the girl moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that in this specific screenplay I'm writing, a comedy, I'm more drawn to characters who refuse change. Doesn't change make comedies less funny, more didactic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-2436411859378393730?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/2436411859378393730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=2436411859378393730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/2436411859378393730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/2436411859378393730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers.html' title='Transformers?'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmtPXfqAIqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yIXAv4B39w4/s72-c/as-good-as-it-gets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-1957134076508860650</id><published>2009-07-23T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:50:28.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research and inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Taste of Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jean-Pierre Bacri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ricky Gervais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agnès Jaoui'/><title type='text'>J'adore: Agnès Jaoui and Jean-Pierre Bacri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmjWWqHVTpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/c7g5ETKE8pY/s1600-h/AgnsJaouietJeanPierreBacri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmjWWqHVTpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/c7g5ETKE8pY/s400/AgnsJaouietJeanPierreBacri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361771041135087250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I were a curator of a film festival, one of the first things I'd do is dedicate a soiree to this French duo. Jaoui (born 1964) and Bacri (born 1951) started working together in the theatre, and continued to co-write and co-star in four films: "Same old song", or in French "On connait la chanson" (directed by Alain Resnais, 1997), and later three films that Jaoui directed herself: "The taste of others" (2000), "Look at Me" (2004) and "Let's talk about the rain" (2008).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/films/features/agnegraves-jaoui-and-jeanpierre-bacri-frances-funniest-filmcomedy-duo-997443.html"&gt;this interview&lt;/a&gt; with the couple, Bacri talks about their writing process: "When we get an idea, we start exploring the theme; we start out with characters we need, then we'll say, 'OK, now we need someone who such-and-such...', 'Yes, but we also need someone who...', 'Yes, but then what about someone else who...', and we end up with five or six interlocking stories. That's why it's so hard to sum these films up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmjWWVCkTsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/4LUiSNGppi0/s1600-h/agnespierre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 375px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmjWWVCkTsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/4LUiSNGppi0/s400/agnespierre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361771035477954242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaoui and Bacri specialize in ensemble comedies, filled with smart dialogues and bitter-comic moments, some of them are almost as cruel as the cruelest moments in "Extras" (Ricky Gervais' TV series about two movie extras who lack any tact and consistently get humiliated by others. See video below). Such is "Look at me", that tells the story of a successful and egocentric writer (played by Bacri) who prefers his angelic young daughter from his second marriage over his older fat daughter from his first marriage. Like in Ricky Gervais' merciless world, in "Look at me" the egocentric father doesn’t change his ways - he stays egocentric and insensitive till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Same old song", homage to Dennis Potter's work, was very popular for its use of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKqQ7Lz15rg"&gt;old French chansons&lt;/a&gt;. But I personally think that Jaoui and Bacri's best collaboration so far is "The taste of others", mainly because it demonstrated a perfect combination of humor and emotions. The main character in "The taste of others" is an over-confident, married factory owner (Bacris, in the picture below) who has to take English lessons to present himself better in business meetings. His teacher is a theatre actress (Anne Alvaro) whom he gradually falls in love with. In her company, and her intellectual-bohemian friends' company, he feels ignorant and incompetent for the first time in his life. It's a beautiful story, and both characters – the factory owner and the actress – go through funny, surprising and touching metamorphosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmjWWCBlw9I/AAAAAAAAANs/cTHe5CvzAJc/s1600-h/gout-des-autres-1999-05-g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmjWWCBlw9I/AAAAAAAAANs/cTHe5CvzAJc/s400/gout-des-autres-1999-05-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361771030373581778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jean-Pierre Bacri, to my opinion, is one of the strongest comedians of the past two decades. And what's so fascinating about him is that he co-writes his parts – which means he truly enjoys playing either the loser ("The taste of others", "Let's talk about the rain") or the obnoxious guy ("Same old song", "Look at Me"). I only recently found out that Agnès Jaoui and Jean-Pierre Bacri are married. This revelation filled with me with joy, that was only replaced a couple of weeks later with the deep disappointment of finding out that they'd already separated.  In any case, I thought it's extremely funny that she directs her husband playing such unflattering characters. It's also interesting that they always co-star in their films, but never as a couple - always as other actors' partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched "Let's talk about the rain" (their latest collaboration) for the first time a few days ago, for the purpose of writing this post – and was quite disappointed. There are many funny/cute moments, but the story itself is much weaker than it was in "The taste of others" and in "Look at Me". Disappointed as I was, I'm still anxious to watch Jaoui's future films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this scene from "The taste of others", the main character reads to his English teacher an exercise he wrote, in which he confesses for the first time about his feelings for her. She doesn't like him at all, there for she chooses to ignore the gesture, and go over his grammar mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8Dux0KYGcA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8Dux0KYGcA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a scene from "Extras". In each episode there's a guest star, playing supposedly as himself, but actually displaying an ugly/mean/egocentric/perverted grotesque character that makes fun of show biz people. In this episode it's Clive Owen, who's being very nasty towards female extra Maggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ptTMs1rBSwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ptTMs1rBSwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-1957134076508860650?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/1957134076508860650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=1957134076508860650&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/1957134076508860650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/1957134076508860650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/jadore-agnes-jaoui-and-jean-pierre.html' title='J&apos;adore: Agnès Jaoui and Jean-Pierre Bacri'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmjWWqHVTpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/c7g5ETKE8pY/s72-c/AgnsJaouietJeanPierreBacri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-2603720478824638374</id><published>2009-07-21T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:25:49.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mabel Cavitt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no country for old men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonnie and clyde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth Grant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractions'/><title type='text'>Mama reincarnated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY1BPKa4fI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wtx67rG2hHc/s1600-h/mama1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY1BPKa4fI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wtx67rG2hHc/s400/mama1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361030701797532146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's a post I had in mind long before I had this blog, and now that I've mentioned &lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/jacques-mesrinevincent-cassel.html"&gt;Clyde Barrow&lt;/a&gt; it seems like a decent opportunity to write it. What I want to discuss here is the reincarnation of a mother's character who first appeared in "Bonnie and Clyde" (Arthur Penn, 1967) and later in "No country for old men" (Ethan and Joel Coen, 2007). Both of them are mothers of young women who are involved with outlaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie fell in love with Clyde, a bank robber, and became his partner. They formed a gang who not only robbed money but also killed people - so that both Bonnie and Clyde were outlaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llewelyn Moss, Carla Jean's husband, is a hunter who comes across a satchel with two million dollars left behind at the location of a drug deal that went bad. He takes the money, and since the money is not his, Llewelyn now has to run both from merciless hitman Anton Chigurh, a group of Mexicans, and sheriff Ed Tom Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both mothers make only one major appearance, at a late stage of the film. Both are referred to as "mama". And most importantly, both do not approve of their daughter's man, keep a frown face throughout the scene, and predict bad outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You'd best keep runnin' and you know it, Clyde Barrow" (Bonnie and Clyde)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie's mother (played by Mabel Cavitt) enters the story after Bonnie misses her so much that she runs away from Clyde and the gang. They quickly find her, and Clyde promises her she will see her mother. They arrange for a secret meeting with their families, in a deserted place. It's a poetic dream-like scene. Everybody seems to be enjoying themselves, except for the mother, who stands distant from the group, bothered. Bonnie Notices her mother's worry, she's nervous about it and wishes to calm her. At the end of the scene, when the family is about to leave, Bonnie, her mother and Clyde share this dialogue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY0ZJClX-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/vkd_9_xPZe0/s1600-h/mama2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY0ZJClX-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/vkd_9_xPZe0/s400/mama2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361030012959285218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BONNIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to Clyde)&lt;br /&gt;Sugar, make mama stay a while yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you know, Clyde, I read about&lt;br /&gt;y'all in the papers and I'm jes'&lt;br /&gt;scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmZOZlLu5gI/AAAAAAAAANU/PNAQTmx-iJM/s1600-h/mama3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmZOZlLu5gI/AAAAAAAAANU/PNAQTmx-iJM/s400/mama3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361058607816173058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLYDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Mrs. Parker, don't y'all&lt;br /&gt;believe what you read in the papers!&lt;br /&gt;That's the law talking there.  They&lt;br /&gt;want us to look big so's they'll&lt;br /&gt;look big when they catch us.&lt;br /&gt;--and they can't do that.  Why, I'm&lt;br /&gt;even better at runnin' than robbin'&lt;br /&gt;banks--aw shoot, if we done half&lt;br /&gt;the stuff they said we did, we'd be&lt;br /&gt;millionaires, wouldn't we, old&lt;br /&gt;sugar. And I wouldn't risk Bonnie here&lt;br /&gt;just to make money, uncertain as&lt;br /&gt;times are.  Why one time I knowed&lt;br /&gt;of a job where we could of make&lt;br /&gt;$2000 easy, but I saw the law&lt;br /&gt;outside and I said to myself, why&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie could get hurt here.  So I&lt;br /&gt;just drove right on and let that&lt;br /&gt;money lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY0ZP-GVII/AAAAAAAAAMc/Of4V2u5Thtw/s1600-h/mama7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY0ZP-GVII/AAAAAAAAAMc/Of4V2u5Thtw/s400/mama7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361030014819521666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Maybe you know the way with her,&lt;br /&gt;then.  I'm just an old woman and I&lt;br /&gt;don't know nothin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLYDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be quittin' this just as soon&lt;br /&gt;as the hard times is over, Mother&lt;br /&gt;Parker, I can tell you that.  Why&lt;br /&gt;me and Bonnie were just talkin' the&lt;br /&gt;other day and we talked about when&lt;br /&gt;we'd settle down and get us a home,&lt;br /&gt;and Bonnie said, "I couldn't bear&lt;br /&gt;to live morn'n three miles from my&lt;br /&gt;precious mother." Now how'd you&lt;br /&gt;like that, Mother Parker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY0Y39FcAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/xMnywMetSMQ/s1600-h/mama4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY0Y39FcAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/xMnywMetSMQ/s400/mama4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361030008372817922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe I would.  I surely don't.&lt;br /&gt;(to Bonnie)&lt;br /&gt;You try to live three miles from me&lt;br /&gt;and you won't live long, honey.&lt;br /&gt;(to Clyde)&lt;br /&gt;You'd best keep runnin' and you&lt;br /&gt;know it, Clyde Barrow.&lt;br /&gt;(to Bonnie)&lt;br /&gt;Bye, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Three years ago I said them very words. No and Good" (No country for old men)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carla Jean's mother (played by Beth Grant) enters the story shortly before Llewelyn, Carla Jean's husband, is killed. Both of them drive to El Passo Texas to meet up with him. Carla Jean is quiet during most of the ride. Her mother does all the talking, mostly complaining about her son in law, and the situation he got them in. Carla Jean is too worried for her husband's life to care about what her mother says. This is a shorter and lighter scene than that in "Bonnie and Clyde". The mother, like most of the characters in "No country", is a real comedian - especially when she says harsh things. This is the conversation they have at the back seat of a taxi, on their way to El Passo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always seen this is what it would&lt;br /&gt;come to. Three years ago I pre-visioned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Carla Jean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't even three years we been married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY1XsiNcOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9uo0BgWguZQ/s1600-h/old2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY1XsiNcOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9uo0BgWguZQ/s400/old2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361031087639064802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago I said them very words.&lt;br /&gt;No and Good.&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are? Ninety degree heat. I&lt;br /&gt;got the cancer. And look at this. Not&lt;br /&gt;even a home to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY1XvJpPoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/amIbkBGCjxE/s1600-h/old1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY1XvJpPoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/amIbkBGCjxE/s400/old1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361031088341335682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                (to driver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        We're goin to El Paso Texas. You know&lt;br /&gt;how many people I know in El Paso Texas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She holds up thumb and forefinger curled to make an O.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY1X_9PvuI/AAAAAAAAANE/GqLK_ogF8hU/s1600-h/old4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY1X_9PvuI/AAAAAAAAANE/GqLK_ogF8hU/s400/old4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361031092852735714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how many. Ninety degree heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cab is stopped outside the depot. Carla Jean and her mother and the driver are at the trunk struggling over bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Carla Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see my Prednizone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Carla Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put it in, Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Carla Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I put it in. That one. You just&lt;br /&gt;set there. I'll get tickets and a cart&lt;br /&gt;for the bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Carla Jean goes to the station a man emerges from a car pulled up be-&lt;br /&gt;hind. He is a well-dressed Mexican of early middle age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Mexican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need help with the bags, madam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thank god there's one gentleman&lt;br /&gt;left in West Texas. Yes thank you. I&lt;br /&gt;am old and I am not well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY1YHsN7qI/AAAAAAAAANM/JdfJiUmGdVU/s1600-h/old3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY1YHsN7qI/AAAAAAAAANM/JdfJiUmGdVU/s400/old3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361031094928797346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which bus are you taking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to El Paso don't ask me&lt;br /&gt;why. Discombobulated by a no-account&lt;br /&gt;son-in-law. Thank you. You don't often&lt;br /&gt;see a Mexican in a suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        Mexican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to El Paso? I know it. Where&lt;br /&gt;are you staying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every time I watch that scene from "No country", I immediately think of Bonnie's mother. I love how both films managed to show a character for such a short time, just talking – no real action - and still make it so memorable. By the way, Beth Grant was actually only 58 years old when they filmed that scene, so they did quite a job with her make up. I'll leave you with Faye Dunaway's pretty face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY0ZfPlfxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/aaxpgqPInd0/s1600-h/mama10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY0ZfPlfxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/aaxpgqPInd0/s400/mama10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361030018919399186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dialogues were taken from &lt;a href="http://sfy.ru/sfy.html?script=bonnie_and_clyde"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youknow-forkids.com/nocountryforoldmen.txt"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-2603720478824638374?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/2603720478824638374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=2603720478824638374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/2603720478824638374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/2603720478824638374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/mama-reincarnated.html' title='Mama reincarnated'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmY1BPKa4fI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wtx67rG2hHc/s72-c/mama1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-7025650864407572320</id><published>2009-07-19T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:32:54.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research and inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent Cassel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jean-François Richet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Public Enemy number 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;instinct de mort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l&apos;ennemi public numero 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacques Mesrine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Instinct'/><title type='text'>Jacques Mesrine/Vincent Cassel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmMUVnGMsGI/AAAAAAAAALU/oxnIG-_Od6c/s1600-h/jacques-mesrine-329613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmMUVnGMsGI/AAAAAAAAALU/oxnIG-_Od6c/s400/jacques-mesrine-329613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360150343005810786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend was dedicated to watching "Death Instinct" and "Public Enemy number 1" (both by Jean-François Richet, 2008), a two-part movie based on the life of French gangster Jacques Mesrine. Above are Jacques Mesrine himself (left) and Vincent Cassel as Jacques Mesrine (right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always a little agitated before embarking on a movie longer than 120 minutes, and in this case it was two movies longer than 120 minutes, but there wasn't a dull moment. I won't get into details and spoilers, I'll just say it's a breathtaking story, as thrilling and violent as gangster movies get, and excitingly and unbelievably based on a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesrine's character is a combination of a cold-hearted gangster, a charming Clyde Barrow (with more than one Bonnie on his side), and a self-acclaimed and self-marketed megalomaniac revolutionary. Some of his actions are inspiring, others are horrifying, but always fearless. What I especially loved about him, and about Vincent Cassel's performance, are the humorous ego-tripping moments in which he indulges in his portrayal by the media (he was titled 'Public Enemy number 1'). I will definitely use it as inspiration for the main character in my screenplay (who's not a criminal in any way, but is an aspiring revolutionary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmMWS4OtriI/AAAAAAAAALs/lIlroYrglnY/s1600-h/mesrine-l-instinct-de-mort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmMWS4OtriI/AAAAAAAAALs/lIlroYrglnY/s400/mesrine-l-instinct-de-mort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360152495088578082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmMTTvjBsQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/8h2-Krlm-xg/s1600-h/L_instinct_de_mort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmMTTvjBsQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/8h2-Krlm-xg/s400/L_instinct_de_mort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360149211402842370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Jacques Mesrine in a series of photos taken by Alain Bizos in 1979, a few month before Mesrine's death. See the rest of the photos &lt;a href="http://pagesperso-orange.fr/archives.carre/Bizos-Mesrine.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmMUV5wQuEI/AAAAAAAAALc/9zlTURvRdvE/s1600-h/Bizos-Mesrine-Tir-Gde.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmMUV5wQuEI/AAAAAAAAALc/9zlTURvRdvE/s400/Bizos-Mesrine-Tir-Gde.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360150348014073922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-7025650864407572320?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/7025650864407572320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=7025650864407572320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/7025650864407572320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/7025650864407572320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/jacques-mesrinevincent-cassel.html' title='Jacques Mesrine/Vincent Cassel'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SmMUVnGMsGI/AAAAAAAAALU/oxnIG-_Od6c/s72-c/jacques-mesrine-329613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-7807171525558818332</id><published>2009-07-18T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:32:49.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contempt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube player'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='le mepris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jean-Luc Godard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francois Truffaut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auteur Wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractions'/><title type='text'>I wrote this post</title><content type='html'>I caught "Contempt" (Jean-Luc Godard, 1963) on TV the other night. When it comes to the Truffaut-Godard &lt;a href="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/2008/04/02/quot-the-auteur-wars-quot-why-godard-and-truffaut-couldn-t-live-together-happily-ever-after.aspx"&gt;battle&lt;/a&gt;, I will forever be a Truffaut girl. I can appreciate what Godard does, but too often I can't truly enjoy it. At times, though, I can both appreciate and really feel exhilarated, like in the case of "Contempt"'s intro, in which Godard reads the credits, or in fact tells the credits -  instead of showing them on screen. Of course the music (by Georges Delerue) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;plays a big part here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IzJlwWR_WHI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IzJlwWR_WHI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm starting to consider changing my blog's layout, so there will be room for bigger youtube players. I had to shrink this one so it won't run over my sidebar. Any thoughts about that, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-7807171525558818332?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/7807171525558818332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=7807171525558818332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/7807171525558818332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/7807171525558818332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wrote-this-post.html' title='I wrote this post'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-5659779084779194623</id><published>2009-07-16T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:46:54.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research and inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farrelly brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben stiller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s something about mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'>Case study: "There's something about Mary"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sl9yOqJWUVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NuEYwqK5BlM/s1600-h/ben4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sl9yOqJWUVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NuEYwqK5BlM/s400/ben4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359127677751415122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just to get started, here's a quick look at the film's main characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mary Jensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (Cameron Diaz) - Miami based, beautiful, kind and compassioned orthopedic surgeon who men tend to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ted Stroehmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (Ben Stiller) - awkward and naive man who's been in love with Mary since high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pat Healy&lt;/span&gt; (Matt Dillon) - sleazy private detective who's sent by Ted to find Mary, falls in love with her and tries to keep her for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dom "Woogie" Woganowski &lt;/span&gt;(Chris Elliott) - Ted's best friend, who later turns out to be Mary's creepy stalker from college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tucker&lt;/span&gt; (Lee Evans) - Mary's disabled British architect close friend who later turns out to be a pizza delivery boy who fell in love with Mary and created this persona to woo her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I &lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/06/research-and-inspiration-beginning.html"&gt;already mentioned&lt;/a&gt; "There's something about Mary" (1998) as a primary inspiration for my screenplay – not in terms of story, but in terms of comic voice. I love this movie's approach to comedy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Memorable slapstick scenes:&lt;/span&gt; Ted getting his dick caught in his zipper; Mary's hair standing up; Healy trying to wake a dog from a coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Distinct physical characteristics:&lt;/span&gt; Ted's hair and braces in high school; Tucker's exaggerated limp; Woogy's face rashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Surprising, exaggerated and unlikely turn of events.&lt;/span&gt; I'm not talking here about "crazy" situations like the dog being in a coma, or the dog being on speed. I'm more interested in formalistic exaggerations such as: After Ted's dick is caught in a zipper and Mary's parents try to help him, suddenly a cop enters through the window, joined later by a fireman – just to make the scene more ridiculous; Ted not knowing his married best friend is obsessed with Mary too; Tucker making up that false persona for so long and winning Mary's trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sl9yMm355bI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2EE_MQVSve4/s1600-h/ben1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sl9yMm355bI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2EE_MQVSve4/s400/ben1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359127642513204658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About Mary's trust: I remember after watching the movie for the first time, years ago, I noted to myself how comic Mary's character. She might not be a "crazy funny" character, but her reactions to whatever happens around her have a big part in making this movie funny (&lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/06/research-and-inspiration-beginning.html"&gt;I've argued before&lt;/a&gt; that she's a reincarnation of Sugar from "Some like it hot").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"There's something about Mary" structure analysis&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like in my &lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/case-study-meet-fockers.html"&gt;previous case study&lt;/a&gt;, I watched "There's something about Mary" and broke it down to a list of all the movie's scenes - just actions, not dialogue. Then I started analyzing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I looked for the movie's "inciting Incident". An inciting incident is basically what gets the story started. It's an event that (usually) happens at the beginning of a movie and (usually) turns the protagonist's world upside down, creating a certain desire, and triggering him to embark on a journey, at the end of which he will hopefully fulfill that desire. Other simple way to describe it, is an event that disrupts the balance in the protagonist's life, forcing him to actively bring the balance back. Every screenwriting manual will tell you it's a crucial part in every (mainstream) movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/case-study-meet-fockers.html"&gt;"Meet the Fockers"&lt;/a&gt; there was no inciting Incident, but since it's a sequel, it seems understandable: It relies on the first movie's inciting Incident. On "Meet the parents", the inciting Incident was Gaylord finding out that he needs his girlfriend's dad's approval if he wants to marry her, which makes him abort his planned proposal operation, and go on a "make her dad like me" mission. On the sequel, Gaylord is still on that same mission, only now it's extended: "make her dad like my parents" – and in fact, as I argued, the actual mission is reduced back to the original "make her dad like me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examining "Mary", I found that (surprise!) there's no prominent inciting Incident. There's an 18 minutes long setup of Todd and Mary's high school failed romance, and then cut to the present (13 years later): It was actually a memory Ted was telling his shrink. But the shrink wasn't really listening. Ted then tells his best friend that Mary was his only love and that he can't forget her. His friend tells him – why don't you look her up? So Ted goes looking her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing resembling an inciting Incident can be found in what Ted tells his shrink. The shrink is out of the room during Ted's entire story about meeting Mary, going to pick her up to the prom, getting his dick caught in his zipper, missing the prom, never seeing Mary again. Ted doesn't notice he's gone, because he sits with his back to the shrink. When the shrink gets back to the room, this is their conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TED&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's not something you exactly&lt;br /&gt;forget about, but I guess I must've blocked&lt;br /&gt;it out of my head. Then about a week ago&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving on the highway and I got to&lt;br /&gt;thinking about Mary and suddenly I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;breathe...I couldn't keep up with the flow&lt;br /&gt;of traffic anymore I felt like I was&lt;br /&gt;going to die. I pulled into a rest area,&lt;br /&gt;parked the car, and just started shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIATRIST&lt;br /&gt;You know...rest areas are homosexual&lt;br /&gt;hang-outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently Ted forgot all about Mary until suddenly, one day while driving, he got to thinking about it and got a panic attack. So the panic attack is the inciting Incident - except it's hardly noticeable. It is never shown on screen - it is just told about, and then completely ignored by the shrink. It's the movie's way to show (once again) how naive and clueless Ted is (he has no idea that the shrink left the room), but it's also the movie's way of saying - fuck the inciting Incident. Ted is going to look for Mary. Why now? Because we're filming now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sl9yNo15XnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/99ML_6Y20ak/s1600-h/ben_stiller4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sl9yNo15XnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/99ML_6Y20ak/s400/ben_stiller4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359127660221521522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that we've established that, let's look at the entire picture. Here are the main plot's turning points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;0:18:05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happens: &lt;/span&gt;Ted (reportedly) gets a panic attack when he thinks about Mary for the first time in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consequence:&lt;/span&gt; This is the inciting Incident, after which Ted is going out on a journey to find Mary and win her love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;0:30:54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happens: &lt;/span&gt;The private detective tells Ted that Mary is a fat wheelchaired single woman, who has 4 children from 3 different fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consequence: &lt;/span&gt;Ted lets go of his dream of finding Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;0:41:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happens:&lt;/span&gt; Ted's friend tells him he saw Mary a few months earlier, and that she was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consequence:&lt;/span&gt; Ted understands the detective was lying. He decides to continue looking for Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1:02:05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happens:&lt;/span&gt; Ted finds out that Mary got involved with the detective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consequence:&lt;/span&gt; He will have to compete over Mary's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1:32:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happens:&lt;/span&gt; After she's already dating Ted, Mary gets an anonymous letter telling her he send that private detective to watch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consequence:&lt;/span&gt; Mary loses her trust in Ted. She doesn't want to see him again. How will he get her back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sl9yNfteQPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/V1yvG32VGO4/s1600-h/ben2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sl9yNfteQPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/V1yvG32VGO4/s400/ben2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359127657770270962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If we put aside the unconventional lack of proper inciting Incident, the rest of the film's structure is pretty conservative. I'm not sure that I have much to say about it, except that it's easier for me to do these technical exercises than actually work on my screenplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched &lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-it-work-july-deadlines.html"&gt;my deadlines&lt;/a&gt; around so I did one case study after another, instead of mixing them with my writing assignments. So now I'm left with only writing assignments until the end of the month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-5659779084779194623?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/5659779084779194623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=5659779084779194623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/5659779084779194623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/5659779084779194623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/case-study-theres-something-about-mary.html' title='Case study: &quot;There&apos;s something about Mary&quot;'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sl9yOqJWUVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NuEYwqK5BlM/s72-c/ben4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-7092931034950133339</id><published>2009-07-15T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:18:38.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Mother&apos;s Red Hat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cliches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractions'/><title type='text'>"Is this a CD or a movie?"</title><content type='html'>This indie movie trailer spoof starring Alicia Silverstone and Alanis Morissette is pretty funny. It's also an easy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FIajmvMAbq8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FIajmvMAbq8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/b080b3abab/my-mother-s-red-hat-w-alicia-silverstone-alanis-morissette"&gt;funny or die&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-7092931034950133339?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/7092931034950133339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=7092931034950133339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/7092931034950133339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/7092931034950133339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-this-cd-or-movie.html' title='&quot;Is this a CD or a movie?&quot;'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-2673817079897090144</id><published>2009-07-13T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T07:07:47.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractions'/><title type='text'>DIY Miuccia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sls9zFDnb_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ah7ZbziajQY/s1600-h/pradashoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sls9zFDnb_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ah7ZbziajQY/s400/pradashoes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357944129427304434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More than a month after seeing &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/2010RST-PRADA"&gt;Prada's 2010 resort collection&lt;/a&gt;, I'm still trying to figure out how I can adopt these beautiful ankle ribbons. Simply taking a piece of fabric and tying it around my ankle brought poor results. Instead of a fancy ribbon shape, the fabric gets deflated and shrivels and the whole thing loses its appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sls9zVzZU7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/0j9iMQgjxn8/s1600-h/prada1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sls9zVzZU7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/0j9iMQgjxn8/s400/prada1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357944133922673586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-2673817079897090144?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/2673817079897090144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=2673817079897090144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/2673817079897090144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/2673817079897090144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/diy-miuccia.html' title='DIY Miuccia'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sls9zFDnb_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ah7ZbziajQY/s72-c/pradashoes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-7850792565077165306</id><published>2009-07-11T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:58:26.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research and inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female characters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben stiller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet the Fockers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'>Case study: "Meet the Fockers"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SliKi_DZaOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/njRbnpTmBgo/s1600-h/meet5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SliKi_DZaOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/njRbnpTmBgo/s400/meet5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357184090403072226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Following the doctor's orders (Robert Mackee), and &lt;a href="http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-it-work-july-deadlines.html"&gt;my own deadlines&lt;/a&gt;, I took on myself the exercise of analyzing the structure of "Meet the Fockers". My main purpose here is to study the rhythm of a comedy and see how a movie develops step by step. "Meet the Fockers" is not the most classic choice because it's a sequel – which means that a lot of the setup was actually done in a previous film. The reason I chose this movie after all is that like in my own screenplay, "Meet the Fockers"'s story revolves around the dynamics between a couple and the parents of each side. It isn't on my funniest comedies list, but considering its story and its success, it's certainly a must for my research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick reminder before we dig in: "Meet the Parents" was about a male nurse meeting his girlfriend's parents for the first time, and struggling to get her strict father's approval. "Meet the Fockers", the sequel, sees the same couple when they are already engaged. In order to plan the wedding, their parents meet for the first time: the girl's conservative parents vs. the guy's free minded and spirited parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main characters are Gaylord "Greg" Focker (Ben Stiller); his fiancée Pamela "Pam" Byrnes (Teri Polo); Gaylord's parents: Bernard "Bernie" Focker (Dustin Hoffman) and Rosalind "Roz" Focker (Barbra Streisand); Pam's parents: Jack Byrnes (Robert De Niro) and Dina Byrnes (Blythe Danner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Meet the Fockers" structure analysis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I timed the movie, wrote down all the scenes, and tried to find the turning points. A turning point is usually defined as a surprising development that ends an act, by radically changing the hero's positioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While studying the film, I realized that although the relationship between the two couples of parents take a big part of the story's time and jokes - which gives the impression of an ensemble comedy – it is not truly the center of the movie. The main plot, as in "Meet the Parents", is the relationship between Gaylord and Jack: Gaylord's efforts to make Jack accept him, and Jack's continuous tests that are meant to break Gaylord and prove that he's not worthy of entering Jack's "circle of trust" and marrying Pam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SliKjYvXAXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TJ0Qz7pGCyc/s1600-h/im-watching-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SliKjYvXAXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TJ0Qz7pGCyc/s400/im-watching-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357184097298350450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SljJa7DRbvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/G9mZuzuBhZc/s1600-h/meet-the-fockers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SljJa7DRbvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/G9mZuzuBhZc/s400/meet-the-fockers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357253221122404082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the main plot's turning points, as I see it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0:10:05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happens:&lt;/span&gt; Gaylord finds out that Pam's parents had planned for the 4 of them (+ Pam's nephew) to travel in a trailer (instead of by plane), thus arriving earlier than Gaylord has intended, and spending more time with his parents than he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consequenc: &lt;/span&gt;Gaylord lost control over this weekend, Jack took over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0:34:49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happens:&lt;/span&gt; Gaylord finds out Pam is pregnant. He panics because he knows her father will hate him for getting her pregnant before they got married. They decide not to tell Jack till after the wedding, and to try to have the wedding earlier than planned. Gaylord panics again because this means he will have to hide something from Jack, thus betraying Jack's "Circle of trust".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consequence:&lt;/span&gt; Till now, this weekend was focused on making sure the parents get along. Now there's a new threat on Jack's and Gaylord's relationship – what will happen when he finds out she's pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:04:01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happens: &lt;/span&gt;Jack meets Jorge, the 15 year old son of the Fockers' house keeper, who Gaylord lost his virginity to 15 year earlier. He sees a physical resemblance, and decides Jorge is Gaylord's son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consequenc: &lt;/span&gt;Jack has a new weapon he can use against Gaylord: the 15 year old son he's been hiding from Pam and her family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:26:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happens:&lt;/span&gt; At the engagement party Gaylord's parents organized, just before Gaylord's speech, Jack injects him with a truth drag. Jack does it to make Gaylord confess that Jorge is his son, which he does, but he also announces that Pam is pregnant in front of a room full of party guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consequenc:&lt;/span&gt; Jack succeeded in proving that Gaylord betrayed his trust. Not only did he hide a 15 year old child, but he also got Pam pregnant and kept it a secret. Jack gives up on Gaylord and is ready to abort the wedding. He's leaving the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:38:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happens:&lt;/span&gt; Jack gets a phone call from a lab, telling him the results for the DNA test he ordered:  Gaylord is not Jorge's father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consequenc:&lt;/span&gt; He realizes his instincts were wrong in this case, and if he was wrong here – maybe he was wrong all along with the way he handled his family. He turns the trailer around and goes back to the Fockers' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conflict between the two couples of parents, as I see it, is only a subplot in "Meet the Fockers". As crazy as it gets, it's only a sidekick in Gaylord's and Jack's relationship. This basically means that the main plot is somewhat hidden in a louder commotion – or at least that's how I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SliHRNEjjqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rYsrx4ae_Lo/s1600-h/meet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SliHRNEjjqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rYsrx4ae_Lo/s400/meet1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357180486393499298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What did I learn here? It mostly gave me a sense of what a list of movie scenes looks like, that is, how a screenplay looks when it's compressed to actions only, without dialogue. I'm sure that studying the scenes order and timing, and the main plot-subplot dynamics, will be helpful later on when I finalize my own scenes list. Also, the more movies I study this way, the bigger the benefit will be. It also got me thinkng about my characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reflecting on the female characters in "Meet the Fockers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie has six main characters: all three male characters are comic, while on the female side only one character is: Roz (Barbra Streisand, Gaylord's mother) is funny, but Pam (Teri Polo, the fieancee) and Dina (her mother) are extremely dry and dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gets me thinking: Must there be a "dull" character in every comedy, as some sort of balance to the "crazy" characters? And if so, must it be a woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion: My leading female characters are all going to be funny and eccentric. No nice and characterless women in my screenplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SliHRbtHiXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rb1gKygbAyc/s1600-h/meet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SliHRbtHiXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rb1gKygbAyc/s400/meet2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357180490321725810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appendix &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young girl I used to hate Ben Stiller because he was the bad guy on "Reality Bites". Living outside of the US, I wasn't aware of the Ben Stiller show, so for me Stiller was simply the guy from "Reality Bites".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of it today, he wasn't the bad guy, he was the uncool guy. Ethan Hawk, the guy with the shitty attitude, who wouldn't shower but would break your heart, he was the cool guy, right? I haven't seen "Reality Bites" for years, but I did see it many times as a teenager, so I think I remember enough of it to know I wouldn't enjoy it today (especially Winona Ryder's mannerism). But I did love the movie back then, and loved Winona and what she wore in it, so had I realized that Stiller directed it, I'm sure that would have changed my attitude towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew up, I realized that Ethan Hawk is not the heart breaker movies told us (girls) he was, and that Ben Stiller is in fact a very uniquely funny guy. Plus, he's been going through a serious makeover lately. This is Ben Stiller looking very dandy at Wimbeldon last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SliHRZZdXwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hzu501Tld_I/s1600-h/stiller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SliHRZZdXwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hzu501Tld_I/s400/stiller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357180489702399746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-7850792565077165306?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/7850792565077165306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=7850792565077165306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/7850792565077165306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/7850792565077165306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/case-study-meet-fockers.html' title='Case study: &quot;Meet the Fockers&quot;'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SliKi_DZaOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/njRbnpTmBgo/s72-c/meet5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-8136802008907821283</id><published>2009-07-08T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:11:05.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moschino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teddy bears dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michel Gondry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Speaking of (stuffed) animals</title><content type='html'>I just stumbled upon this Moschino couture teddy-bears dress on ebay. &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/MOSCHINO-Couture-Vintage-dress-Teddy-Bears-6-RARE_W0QQitemZ380135305890QQcmdZViewItemQQptZUS_CSA_WC_Dresses?hash=item5881d472a2&amp;amp;_trksid=p3286.c0.m14&amp;amp;_trkparms=65%3A12%7C66%3A2%7C39%3A1%7C72%3A1240%7C293%3A1%7C294%3A50"&gt;$2,999 and it's yours!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SlUVkdoX9JI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9Q4TjnYiNLQ/s1600-h/tbm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SlUVkdoX9JI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9Q4TjnYiNLQ/s400/tbm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356211048000517266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SlUVKN8merI/AAAAAAAAAG0/FpDe6q1N4QM/s1600-h/mcv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SlUVKN8merI/AAAAAAAAAG0/FpDe6q1N4QM/s400/mcv.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356210597113789106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You might remember this dress from a W magazine feature taken back in August 2007, titled "into the woods". This is how Doutzen Kroes wore it (Photographed by Marcus Piggott):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SlUVJ8K4OHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yeg42tjGKvM/s1600-h/tbm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SlUVJ8K4OHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yeg42tjGKvM/s400/tbm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356210592341833842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SlUVKEgXodI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TRpsWlUmxsw/s1600-h/tbm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SlUVKEgXodI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TRpsWlUmxsw/s400/tbm3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356210594579456466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To see more pictures from that feature, visit &lt;a href="http://runforthehills.typepad.com/runforthehills/2008/02/into-the-woods.html"&gt;run for the hills&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this bears and woods atmosphere takes me back to Bjork's Human Behavior video, directed by Michel Gondry. I've actually become allergic to Bjork's music over the years, but I decided to post the video anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxiZOCU6Wxs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxiZOCU6Wxs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-8136802008907821283?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/8136802008907821283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=8136802008907821283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/8136802008907821283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/8136802008907821283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/speaking-of-animals.html' title='Speaking of (stuffed) animals'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SlUVkdoX9JI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9Q4TjnYiNLQ/s72-c/tbm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-7192026788439904036</id><published>2009-07-06T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:53:43.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claude Lanzmann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jean Paul Sartre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simone de Beauvoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egypt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>An animal I totally identify with</title><content type='html'>I just read an interview with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claude_Lanzmann"&gt;Claude Lanzmann&lt;/a&gt; about his autobiography, "Le lièvre de Patagonie". I don't think the book has been translated yet. The title means "The rabbit from Patagonia". Asked about the title, Lanzmann explained he once drove in Patagonia, when a giant rabbit appeared in front of his car and then disappeared between the bushes at the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That rabbit filled me with joy, seeing his courage to jump in front of the wheels with such strength, energy… it's an animal I totally identify with".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SlJA8UZtXJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xKFSGisNoaM/s1600-h/lievre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SlJA8UZtXJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xKFSGisNoaM/s400/lievre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355414311909809298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Lanzmann on a visit to Egypt with Jean Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir (whom he had an affair with when she was 44 and he was 27). Lanzmann is tall, but not as tall as that giant pyramid behind him. And Simone de Beauvoir looks very chic. She must be wearing something out of &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/review/2010RST-MOSCHINO"&gt;Moschino's resort collection&lt;/a&gt;. Or is it &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/review/2010RST-BVENETA"&gt;Bottega Veneta&lt;/a&gt;? Here are &lt;a href="http://weekly.ahram.org.eg/2000/477/bk6_477.htm"&gt;more pictures&lt;/a&gt; from that 1967 journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SlJA7_JsYdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kKlI5_a-e_I/s1600-h/ClaudeLanzmannSimonedeBeauvoirSartre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SlJA7_JsYdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kKlI5_a-e_I/s400/ClaudeLanzmannSimonedeBeauvoirSartre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355414306205491666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-7192026788439904036?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/7192026788439904036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=7192026788439904036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/7192026788439904036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/7192026788439904036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/animal-i-totally-identify-with.html' title='An animal I totally identify with'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SlJA8UZtXJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xKFSGisNoaM/s72-c/lievre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-657073316698343359</id><published>2009-07-05T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:10:15.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tim gunn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make it work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deadlines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Make it work! July deadlines</title><content type='html'>So honestly, I've been very lazy with my screenplay, and so far this blog hasn't been helpful in that department. I write about other films, instead of working on my own. Since this blog has a public presence, I feel an obligation to write – just in case someone looks, be it even one person, be it just the possibility of one person. But when it comes to my screenplay, it's just me. No deadlines, no one to check how many pages I wrote this week, no Tim Gunn telling me to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided – if I do feel obligated to this blog, I should use that as a force of discipline; my anonymous readers will serve as my Tim Gunn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of each month I will publish my deadlines for the following weeks. If I don't make them - come the next month, I will have to write about it and explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado, here are July's deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;July 5 - July 18:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Study my 2 leading characters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(it's a couple). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write a list of questions I should know about them and answer it. Know everything about their personality (their ambitions, their weaknesses, what makes them laugh, what gets on their nerves, what clothes they wear) and about their relationships (Do they fight with each other? Do they get along with their parents? Their partner's parents? Who are their friends?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Case study: "Meet the fockers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the movie again and time it. How many scenes? How long are the scenes? How many acts and turning points? Analyze the structure of the strong scenes and the weak scenes. What makes a scene strong and what makes it weak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;July 19 - July 31: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Write 12 optional beginnings. Write 12 optional endings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically know how my story develops. I have the basic plot, and the major turning points. What's missing is the beginning and the end. 12 is an arbitrary number. I just need to force myself to come up with as many ideas as I can, even if some of them are lousy. I'm sure just by coming up with ideas I will find more questions I have to answer about the story and the characters in order to understand what my beginning and end should be, so this will surely get me somewhere – even if none of these 12 options will end up in the screenplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Case study: "There's something about Mary"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as with "Meet the fockers": time it and analyze it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. I feel like these public deadlines are really gonna make me sit down and write. I'm going to work now. I'll leave you with Tim Gunn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uP7zGF6orAI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uP7zGF6orAI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-657073316698343359?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/657073316698343359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=657073316698343359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/657073316698343359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/657073316698343359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-it-work-july-deadlines.html' title='Make it work! July deadlines'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-1646389464084022537</id><published>2009-07-04T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T02:27:44.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Demme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research and inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel getting married'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='form'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antagonism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zatoichi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wes Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Takeshi Kitano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Royal Tenenbaums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='content'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Research and inspiration: a study of form, content and antagonism</title><content type='html'>Speaking of dance/music numbers in films: I was watching "Rachel Getting Married" (Jonathan Demme, 2008) lately (since it's about a family, it was on my to-watch list). Many people I know loved this movie. Even those I know who didn't love it, praised the soundtrack; the fact that all of the music numbers are diegestic, that is, the music always originates from the cinematic world: a band rehearsing for the wedding inside the family house, and playing at the event itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the movie, I found myself indifferent towards the characters and somewhat antagonistic. Thinking about it later, I realized I especially didn’t enjoy that the dialogues so bluntly tell the audience: "there are things we're talking about that you still can't understand. They're meant to intrigue you. It's a secret for now, you'll understand later". It's always a challenge to manage how much you reveal to the audience and when to reveal it, and I felt that in "Rachel Getting Married" I was too aware of this mechanism being pulled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm getting at here, is that I didn't experience any intellectual exhilaration just knowing that the music I hear is the music the characters hear. And I guess it annoyed me that that's even an option, to not enjoy the movie, and at the same time marvel at the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sk_SdlF6H2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/voVjEjQKEbc/s1600-h/rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sk_SdlF6H2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/voVjEjQKEbc/s400/rachel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354729887581740898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to "the Royal Tenenbaums" (Wes Anderson, 2001) – another family centered movie, hence on my watch list. And another movie that leaves me antagonistic, today even more than when I watched it for the first time. The reason for the antagonism here is the feeling of self Indulgence that's present on every frame; the feeling that the art and costumes replace emotional depth; the fact that some of the people I know who love this film lack emotional depth themselves. But most of all it's the fact that I didn't care what happens next, and was willing to stop the DVD at any minute. I hate the term "love it or hate it" artwork, but I guess it applies on this film, so maybe I love this term after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sk_Sd9QSfeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jYvvgEWQraw/s1600-h/royal3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sk_Sd9QSfeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jYvvgEWQraw/s400/royal3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354729894067731938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Wes Anderson debates are so 1834. This post is just an excuse for me to show clips from "Zatoichi" (Takeshi Kitano, 2003). "Zatoichi" is the story of a blind masseur and former samurai, an old woman who lets him sleep at her house, and 2 geishas (a brother and a sister), who are chasing after the killers of their parents. This is my example for form and content reinforcing one another, instead of annulling.  This movie has both emotional depth, and great story and characters, as well as wonderful use of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let's go back to this scene, in which the soundtrack is a harmony of diegestic sounds (men building a house) and non-diegestic music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hk4oGCPGXz4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hk4oGCPGXz4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll leave you with the ending scene of "Zatoichi": the mob tap-dance. After you go through the movie's emotional journey, watching this scene can be truly cathartic (Or not, if we learned anything from this post). How beautiful is the bit where the adult brother and sister become young again for a few seconds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SoR6aAtHix8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SoR6aAtHix8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sk_TQopDUNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dtob_sap-nU/s1600-h/zat1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sk_TQopDUNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dtob_sap-nU/s400/zat1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354730764707778770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sk_SeoNjeOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/c4G2LmvlTVI/s1600-h/zat2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sk_SeoNjeOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/c4G2LmvlTVI/s400/zat2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354729905598986466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-1646389464084022537?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/1646389464084022537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=1646389464084022537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/1646389464084022537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/1646389464084022537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/07/research-and-inspiration-study-of.html' title='Research and inspiration: a study of form, content and antagonism'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/Sk_SdlF6H2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/voVjEjQKEbc/s72-c/rachel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-4306781174010999303</id><published>2009-06-30T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T04:08:27.492-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosie Perez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25th hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mira sorvino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer of sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do the right thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spike lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distractions'/><title type='text'>Rosie Perez and Mira Sorvino do the right thing</title><content type='html'>Last night saw the 20th anniversary of "Do the Right Thing" (1989) in New York. I saw the photos of the cast arriving over at &lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5304465/celebs-fight-the-power-at-do-the-right-thing-anniversary-party/gallery/"&gt;jezebel&lt;/a&gt;, and was automatically thrown back to one of my favorite moments of this movie: Rosie Perez dancing to the sound of Public Enemy's "fight the power", alongside the opening credits. That’s such a powerful intro: making the connection between protest and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dyDWNT0TnZE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dyDWNT0TnZE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love good dancing scenes in movies, and Spike Lee is consistently one of the best directors of dancing/clubbing scenes. Another favorite of mine is Mira Sorvino dancing with John Leguizamo in "Summer of Sam" (1999). Not only does Mira Sorvino look amazing, and dances beautifully - this scene really shows the conflict between them: a woman who wants to act sexy near her husband, and a husband who cheats on her, and doesn't think it's ok for a wife to be sexy. Here are Sorvino and Leguizamo going at it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zJtMc71WOQY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zJtMc71WOQY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a major clubbing scene in "25th Hour" (2002), where all the main characters get together at a club. I'm sad to say I couldn't find a video of Anna Paquin dancing with Rosario Dawson, but here is a picture. I love how Anna Paquin sweats there. Story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkpNKo6SaHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4q9_n-pQDKw/s1600-h/25th_hour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkpNKo6SaHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4q9_n-pQDKw/s400/25th_hour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353175952259180658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-4306781174010999303?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/4306781174010999303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=4306781174010999303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/4306781174010999303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/4306781174010999303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/06/rosie-perez-and-mira-sorvino-do-right.html' title='Rosie Perez and Mira Sorvino do the right thing'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkpNKo6SaHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4q9_n-pQDKw/s72-c/25th_hour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-6788767247969624320</id><published>2009-06-29T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:49:20.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research and inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Can Count on Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ordinary People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Squid and the Whale'/><title type='text'>Research and inspiration: Family dramas</title><content type='html'>And now for a quick study of families in dramas. Indeed, I'm writing a comedy, but I want my screen family to capture the true ingredients and textures of a family. So here are a few films that excel in that department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Ordinary People (Robert Redford, 1980)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film deals beautifully and sensitively with a family who lost her eldest son and hasn't rehabilitated since: a guilt eaten brother, a mother who can't love her only living son, and a father who desperately tries to keep the family together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that we haven't seen cold, abusive or neglecting mothers at the movies before, but this mother seems to be different. She's not the cliché of a self-absorbed retired from the show-biz mom ("September", "Short Cuts", "Postcards from the Edge"), nor is she a woman who's not satisfied with family life, and decides to look for excitements outside. Beth (Mary Tyler Moore) is a woman who simply can't (or won't) adapt to the tragedy and the changes her family has gone through, and can't find compassion for her son and her husband. She wants a family, but she wants the family she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there's something about Donald Satherland as a father that brings me to tears – not only in this movie, but even in "Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice" (my secret is out now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkjsZrCuxUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FHRNo72thEk/s1600-h/ordinary1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkjsZrCuxUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FHRNo72thEk/s400/ordinary1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352788082924897602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. You Can Count on Me (Kenneth Lonergan, 2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the film that made me love Laura Linney and Mark Ruffalo. What's special about "You Can Count on Me" is that it does a defamiliarization of a brother-sister relationship, presenting them like a turbulent lovers' relationship. For Samantha (Linney), reuniting with her brother Terry (Ruffalo) is much more emotional than any other relationship she has with men at the same time (an old flame who asks her to marry him, and a married boss she an affair with). I think it's a brilliant way to tackle a siblings' relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkjsZXwZ5uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QsK0RotILp0/s1600-h/count2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkjsZXwZ5uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QsK0RotILp0/s400/count2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352788077747758818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. The Squid and the Whale (Noah Baumbach, 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another movie with Laura Linney. "The Squid" is rather funny, but in a brutal way. It's about a Brooklyn family, back in the 80'. The parents (Linney and Jeff Daniels), both writers, get a divorce, and their 2 boys get dragged between the two homes, witnessing their parents' weakest and most selfish moments. It's a mocking and painfully realistic portrait of neurotic intellectual parents, and the pain and heartaches they bring on their kids. I love the dialogues, and the absurd and unfortunate situations this family brings on itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkjsZT-pp8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/qegyZ-ny7l0/s1600-h/squid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkjsZT-pp8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/qegyZ-ny7l0/s400/squid1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352788076733769666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-6788767247969624320?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/6788767247969624320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=6788767247969624320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/6788767247969624320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/6788767247969624320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/06/research-and-inspiration-family-dramas.html' title='Research and inspiration: Family dramas'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkjsZrCuxUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FHRNo72thEk/s72-c/ordinary1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-450924462105546128</id><published>2009-06-25T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:48:52.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the royle family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sitcoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research and inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flight of the Conchords'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arrested Development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everybody loves Raymond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Research and inspiration: TV families</title><content type='html'>This is not a list of all the TV shows I love that revolve around families. I chose 4 sitcoms that I both love and feel that are relevant to my screenplay, either in terms of comic voice or subjects they approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The Royle Family (1998-2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This British sitcom takes place in the living room of a working class family in Manchester. They don't have money, all they do is watch TV, talk about their day, mock and insult each other (especially the father). Much like "The Office", it plays on the tension between cruelty and humor – except "The Royle Family" came first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In each episode, the family sits in front of the TV. Everything happens in front of the TV, whether it's on or off. The dad wears the same t-shirt every day, makes rude remarks and farts. The mother smokes like a chimney. They have a spoiled lazy girl who always comes over with her loser dj fiancée (played by Caroline Aherne and Craig Cash, who also created and wrote the show). In later seasons they are married and have a baby, who the girl does not care about and hardly takes care of. There's also a boy who goes to high school, and a grandma that sometimes comes to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say it's reminiscent of "Married with children" (1987-1997), but it's much more raw and nerve racking to watch, and there are never any fantasy leggy girls around. It's just the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling that not enough people have watched this masterpiece, so here's a taste (taken from the Christmas special).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wMxip17AvmU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wMxip17AvmU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Arrested Development (2003-2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have all the ingredients for a family farce: selfishness, apathy, lies, revenge, doing things for spite, not learning from mistakes, never over-sentimental, not to mention great cast. I especially love the Mother's character (Lucille Bluth) played by Jessica Walter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look out from: I found that watching "Arrested Development" episodes for the first time is pure joy, but if I get to see an episode for the second time, I usually find myself bored. Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkQcwlJWdxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EWZvyC-S3y0/s1600-h/arresteddevelopment_mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkQcwlJWdxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EWZvyC-S3y0/s400/arresteddevelopment_mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351433878153623314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Everybody loves Raymond (1996-2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As opposed to the other shows I mention here, this one is a proper mainstream, genre-obeying, cheesy sitcom. And yet, I have a thing for it. I guess it's because it's down to earth, and it deals effectively with everyday situations you can imagine a co-worker telling you about (I'm talking about a specific married man I used to work with, a web developer who was constantly joking about marriage life. You'd say to him "Hey, that thing stopped working", and he'd say, grinning, "That's what my wife tells me").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkQcwcrVPgI/AAAAAAAAADw/cgXOvcTH0TE/s1600-h/ray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkQcwcrVPgI/AAAAAAAAADw/cgXOvcTH0TE/s400/ray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351433875880230402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Flight of the Conchords (2007-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemaine and Bret are not a proper family, but since they are a band, and they sleep in the same room, there's sufficient intensity and dependency to their relationship to qualify as a family-model. Add to that their relationship with Murray, the band's manager, and you do get a sort of alternative family. Things to watch here: funny brawls, and great dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkQcwDfHGfI/AAAAAAAAADo/d_3bOZfmEH0/s1600-h/flight2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkQcwDfHGfI/AAAAAAAAADo/d_3bOZfmEH0/s400/flight2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351433869118085618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-450924462105546128?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/450924462105546128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=450924462105546128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/450924462105546128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/450924462105546128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/06/research-and-inspiration-tv-families.html' title='Research and inspiration: TV families'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkQcwlJWdxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EWZvyC-S3y0/s72-c/arresteddevelopment_mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-6584297534508538782</id><published>2009-06-21T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T04:01:12.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert mckee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research and inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='billy wilder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Cage aux Folles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='some like it hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s something about mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack lemon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Research and inspiration: back to basics</title><content type='html'>The tricky part about writing this blog is that I don't plan to share my actual idea for the screenplay, at least not for now. I'm sure my anonymous readers will understand. All I can say for now is that I'm writing a comedy about a family, and that it involves some unlikely situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read 3 books so far:&lt;br /&gt;- "Story" by Robert Mckee&lt;br /&gt;- "Writing the Comedy Film – Make 'Em Laugh" by Stuart Voytilla and Scott Petri&lt;br /&gt;- "Conversations with Wilder" by Cameron Crowe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Writing the Comedy Film" had me focusing on my film genre: farce. This book isn't as elegantly written as Robert Mckee's "Story", but it does offer some good basic exercises to get you started. Both books tell you to research your genre. Watch over and over films you love. Study them. Watch over and over films you don't love. Study them. Write down a list of comedy films you love; scenes you love; characters you love; directors you love; actors and actresses you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I feel I have to start with setting my territory. In terms of general plot and atmosphere, I chose 4 films that I feel I relate to, and should learn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Some like it hot (Billy Wilder, 1959)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading "Conversations with Wilder", I learned "Some like it hot" is based on the 1951 German film "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0043522/"&gt;Fanfaren der Liebe&lt;/a&gt;", which is also about 2 out-of-work musicians who dress as women in order to get jobs in an all-girl band. I found this piece of information very encouraging: even Billy Wilder used other people's ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkIKS88gUZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YomVkzLzskk/s1600-h/Some_Like_It_Hot_ColourF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkIKS88gUZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YomVkzLzskk/s400/Some_Like_It_Hot_ColourF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350850627983397266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I love best in "Some like it hot" is how Jack Lemon's character gets caught up in his lie, till the point where the lie takes over. Memorable scenes here are the ball room scene, where Jack (Daphne) has a wild tango with her Millionaire suitor, Osgood Fielding III, and of course – the last scene of the movie, in which Daphne, trapped on a boat with Osgood who's going over their wedding plans, finally tells him he can't marry her, because she's a man, followed by Osgood's famous comeback - "nobody's perfect". This is exactly where I'm going in my script – lies and secrets that evolve into a presence that is much stronger than the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eLW5jzHsW7c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eLW5jzHsW7c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. The apartment (Billy Wilder, 1960)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilder and Lemon again. After watching many films in the past couple of months, what stood out for me the most is that comedies used to be much less cheesy than they are today. I'm really aiming for a lack of cheesiness in my script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only saw this film for the first time a few months ago. I heard the name, but I didn't even know that it was about a nice guy that lets his bosses use his apartment as an after-work free of charge motel to bring their mistresses to. I love the freshness of the story – a story that is funny on its own, before you get into its details, I love how it's an extreme situation but still believable, and I love Jack Lemon's character – the archetype of a man who can't say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkIKSkyQ_vI/AAAAAAAAACw/Gk64MIlwkE4/s1600-h/apartment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkIKSkyQ_vI/AAAAAAAAACw/Gk64MIlwkE4/s400/apartment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350850621497999090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. La Cage aux Folles (Edouard Molinaro, 1978)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just love this film so much. I didn't see the American version, and I don't know if it's as chic as the original. Again, the story itself, of a gay couple - one of whom owns a drag club, the other performs there – who pretend to be straight to impress their son's fiancee's family, is funny as is. On top of that, the dialogues are exquisite, as are both leading actors. My favorite character here is Albin (played by Michel Serrault) – the extremely vulnerable drag performer, who is almost cast off the family because he can't pass as straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a scene in which the two men go to a restaurant, discuss the straight performance they plan to display in front of the fiancee's family, but can't even manage to lift their cups without holding their little finger in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TN8Mp3FXiUg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There's something about Mary (Farrelly brothers, 1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about this film is the great rhythm, and the genuine farce atmosphere: Anything crazy can happen but life/story goes on; every character has a selfish motive; no one is who he seems to be; and opposed to all that there's Mary (Cameron Diaz) - a calm rock of compassion, kindness and inner peace, in the midst of all this commotion. I find that Mary somewhat resembles Suagr (Marilyn Monroe in "Some like it hot"). It has something to do with both characters' friendliness, willingness to accept whomever and whatever happens around them and blonde hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkIKTO_ELFI/AAAAAAAAADA/jlO7dTayPwI/s1600-h/something-about-mary-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkIKTO_ELFI/AAAAAAAAADA/jlO7dTayPwI/s400/something-about-mary-photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350850632825973842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-6584297534508538782?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/6584297534508538782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=6584297534508538782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/6584297534508538782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/6584297534508538782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/06/research-and-inspiration-beginning.html' title='Research and inspiration: back to basics'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/SkIKS88gUZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YomVkzLzskk/s72-c/Some_Like_It_Hot_ColourF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538491301095614730.post-1215512129855731231</id><published>2009-06-19T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:38:02.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Unemployed, with nothing better to do</title><content type='html'>Back in 2001, I studied film in Tel Aviv University. At the end of the first year, I applied and got accepted to their scriptwriting program. After the first excitement, I realized this will entail a reality of me reading my writings in front of a class of students. I panicked and immediately switched my BA to film theory, philosophy and literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about a year ago, I got an idea for a movie. I thought it's a great idea, I knew it's never been done, I knew I wanted to write it, but I was working in a crazy job at the time - so I decided I'd wait for the right moment to sit down and write it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And now here I am – unemployed, with nothing better to do than write that screenplay. Today there's no classroom of students holding me back. Instead, I find I have much more elusive barriers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is me, my journey of writing my very first screenplay, and the distractions I encounter on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538491301095614730-1215512129855731231?l=myfirstfarce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/feeds/1215512129855731231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6538491301095614730&amp;postID=1215512129855731231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/1215512129855731231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538491301095614730/posts/default/1215512129855731231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstfarce.blogspot.com/2009/06/unemployed-with-nothing-better-to-do.html' title='Unemployed, with nothing better to do'/><author><name>Yaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955013223111841145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xf4QST3KsM8/S2wUqKFGjBI/AAAAAAAAAas/Ho4yioxSfZM/S220/%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%945.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
