Friday, 6 April 2012

Thursday, 15 March 2012

Young or Old?

A little dilemma cam up recently about the age of the target. Some people said young and hot, others said dirty old man.
Below are some sketches of what the young guy might look like.
Even though no one will comment, I will ask: what is your opinion?  Young, or Old?

After having a meeting with Wayne, I think I might go for older man, on the terms that, maybe he is like a mafia boss that someone wants to off. I was thinking that maybe the photo of her next target could be a young guy (maybe the next heir to the mob?)

And here is some enviro concept by Louise

Wednesday, 7 March 2012

Animatic 01

Here is the first version of my animatic, with rough sound.

Got some helpful and not-so helpful feedback at the peer review on Monday. There seemed to be a lot of confusion as to why she was taking the pill, so it was something I was going to talk to Wayne (animation tutor) about at my production meeting, but he seemed to have forgotten, and disappeared.

Any thoughts you have (be it negative, positive, helpful, unproductive - I just want feedback) feel free to leave a comment :D

Monday, 6 February 2012

Sunset Boulevard GIFS

I just finished watching "Sunset Boulevard" (1950), and decided this film is much much better than "Scarlet Street" (1945), which are both classed as film noir.
There was some really nice moments in the film that I decided to make into gifs.
So here they are:

Friday, 3 February 2012

Rough Storyboard (thumbnails)

This doesn't make much sense to the casual on-looker, but I thought I'd post them anyway

And the fact that there are missing panels doesn't help... But maybe you could project your own idea onto them...Interactive storytelling....

Thursday, 26 January 2012

The Beginnig

Yay. More blogs.

This is now the home of my fourth year film, so come by and visit it once in a while. It gets lonely.

And now, a short synopsis, since no one really knows about it:

A young woman walks into a fancy hotel/ apartment building, and heads straight for the elevator. She reaches the top floor ( a penthouse-type place) where there is an old creepy man waiting. They get intimate. She slyly pulls out a gun, and shoots him in the head. Unperturbed, she steals all his money and leaves. The next morning she wakes up, scared and shocked by the blood; she remembers nothing from the night before. She rushes to the bathroom mirror. On the counter is an envelope. She opens it and inside is a photo of a man, with a name and a pill. She takes the pill and looks in the mirror again. This time her eyes are red.