Sunday, March 13, 2011

Shoot the Piano Player

I chose to watch the french new wave film Shoot the Piano Player directed by François Truffaut. One particular moment that demonstrated Mise-en-scene in the film was when the one of the bad guys was showing off his scarf that was "made of metal". Fido didn't believe that it was metal so the bad guy swore on his mother's life. Cut to his mother in her house. She falls down and dies. I also really enjoyed the scene when Charlie (or Edward at the time) goes to the rich guys office to play piano and hopefully become rich and famous. A woman is leaving the office with her violin case. Instead of showing Charlie playing the piano and the man looking impressed. Truffaut decides to keep his camera lens on the violin player as she walks away from the office. We hear Charlie's fantastic piano playing and can tell he got the job by the crest-fallen look on the poor violin players face. This film exemplifies the movement because of its rejection of classic film form (They even take a jab at John Wayne) And the film had numerous "long tracking shots" Such as the scene I just mentioned with the woman and the scene where they are driving the car to the cabin in the woods. The film also was focused on an individual character (Charlie) and his struggle with whether he was meant to become a criminal like his brothers. All in all it was a very good movie for a rainy Sunday afternoon. 

Monday, March 7, 2011

Rush.5

I'm really into the scene where the boy in 400 blows is running and running until eventually he reaches the sea. Just the idea of running until there is no where else to run is both beautiful and sad. Which brings us to where I am now.

This scene reminds me of the movie Into the Wild when Alex sets out on his journey across the continent
Which then takes me to my need for adventure and desire to not end up in Billings, Mt for the rest of my life. So I set out for Seattle.
Although I didn't hitch hike like Alex I did carry a HUGE backpack like his.
Zoom in on his back pack then zoom out to realize that it's not his backpack anymore but mine.
The difference is that he leaves the city for the Wild while I leave the wild for the city.

Which brings us to where I am now.
Longing for the wilderness of Montana, but still loving the life in the big city.
In my last rush I had the scene take place on a night out at the F.O.E. But, maybe it would be more interesting if it was more broad and compared adventures between Montana and Seattle