Light and Contrast
Lighting and contrast plays a crucial part in the episode of Angel: Are You Now or Have You Ever Been Here? And throughout the episode you can see that the lighting and contrast shows what time period the scene is going to, what the characters are condescending, and foreshadowing during the episode because of the special effects and shadow enhancements.
At the beginning of the episode we knew the story was going to take place in the past because the photo of the Hyperion Hotel is in black and white. And a great way of taking us back was slowly adding color to the photo like the green trees and movement to the old classic black and blue vehicles. Also, as the doormen opens the door, I felt like he was making direct eye contact with me and welcoming me to the past as the scene started to focus in and the music getting louder.
Another scene when Judy was standing in her room in front of the fireplace, trying to spark a cigarette nervously, this scene shot Judy’s front side dark in contrast implementing Judy has faced and done something wrong. And her back side bright in contrast stating she’s looking for justification in the end. Also, as she started to ramble on impulsively the room lit up brighter telling me she was ready for confession. This scene is followed by the stolen money and Judy clearly ask for forgiveness when she says, “Hey, do you think that if – if somehow-the money ended up on the banks doorstep, and they saw that I didn’t spend any of it, you think they’d call off that detective? Maybe I could be free of this whole thing.” As that is being said a beam of light is shining down on Judy’s face. I think the director is trying to tell the audience that God is looking down on Judy and all sins will be forgiven. Also, at the very end of this scene it closes in on Angel’s face then slowly fading away the shot. This made me think there will be a continuing scene later on. Not only that, the way they captured Angel’s face with his pupil centered to his eyes made me feel Angel was talking to me and there will be reassurance to the question.
In the middle of the episode as Judy is being accused of the situation, the hallway lights on the left and right side acts as a guidance to the beginning climax of the scene while it aluminates down to the center of the crowd. As Angel strolls down the hallway to help Judy out Angel appears blackened in the shadow, not able to see any facial features or clothing color. This indicates to me that he will be the dark evil villain. Also, as tough as Angel is he endured the violent beating from the hotel guest. This was interesting to me because he could have slaughtered them all in less than a second, but I believe Angel did that to save Judy. And I think the scene shows it as well, when Angel’s vision blurs out on Judy it signified Judy’s problem with the hotel guest will fade away and be taken care of by Angel.
In the last scene Judy could not go on because of her guilt. There was no evidence or physical force that kept Judy inside of the Hyperion Hotel safe from harm of her unrighteousness doing. But as Angel laid Judy down, the green walls and ceiling lit up all around Judy even Angel. And as Angel slowly pulls back, this made me think that Judy’s spirit will soon be lifted by Angel. Then when Angel forgave Judy of the cause of his death we knew Judy’s problem was going to be content because of the slow heavenly music being played in the background and high contrast on Judy’s smiling face when she was lying down. Also, when she passes away it was a sign that her sins were forgiven and Judy was able to go on. Judy wasn’t the only who found forgiveness but Angel as well because he was the one giving it to Judy. With tears about to shed from Angel, which meant to me Angel seemed happy to do so like he never done it before and the ability to do such a thing meant he was like any other living soul.
As concluded, foreshadowing through light and contrast is an effective way of letting your audience know what is going on and how things may turn out if there is enough depth and reading into the scene.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Observation-Interacting 2nd Draft
He was ours, the day we took home a four month old, male, Boxer mix Pit Bull puppy. He has short silky black fur with specks of dandruff that scattered from his head to his tail and a white Go T. He has ears bigger than Dumbo, flopped over forward as they dangle pass his brown pouting eyes and a head too big for his body making him look like a bubble head. A shy little fellow we called Jackson. Jackson was the newest member to our family after our bossy three year old daughter, Tylie. And our 15 month old, momma’s boy, Vincent. Those three were inseparable from that day forth.
The Three Musketeers interacted with each other the moment their wide eyes open to the morning sunlight and of course after they use the restroom. Tylie would come stumbling out of the bedroom door carrying Jackson’s two foot by one and a half foot white cotton ball bed while dragging his green teddy bear blanket over her shoulder. Then, she places his bed on the ground and in the corner next to the chocolate microfiber sectional. Instantly, Jackson would make himself comfortable sitting his butt down with a high posture. Meanwhile, Vincent comes running with his legs swinging out to the side up to Jackson. Vincent says good morning to Jackson by rubbing his nose. As a response, Jackson sticks out his pink tongue and licks Vincent’s hands; first, on the palm, in between his fingers, then on the top of his hand, and all over. After morning greetings are done, Tylie gentle places Jackson’s stainless steel bowl of water and Pedigree food on the ground and yells, “Come get it boy!” As Jackson strolls up to Tylie brushing his wet nose on Tylie’s purple cupcake pajamas. And breakfast is served to all.
Morning time means play time. As the kids scream and yell effortlessly up and down the hallway and in their room. Jackson is following right behind them or dodging their every move as they come bolting at him. During one point, Tylie and Vincent went into their room and slammed the door leaving Jackson hanging on the other side. Jackson rapidly wagged his tail as he got down on his front two legs barking, until someone cracked the door open and Jackson pushes his way through. Not only did Jackson want to play with the kids, it was also vice versa. Vincent would grab Jackson’s red and neon green ball with a yellow rope, which smells like an old dirty wet rag and hammered it on Jackson’s head and forcing the toy in his mouth. Besides being ruthless to Jackson Vincent would also grip his tiny hands around the slobbering ball and chucked it three foot across the room as Jackson fetches the ball and brings it back to Vincent. Tylie on the other hand was more gentle and sparked conversation with Jackson. She also teaches Jackson tricks. Holding in her left hand was a little brown piece of beef jerky stick hiding behind her back. First, she places her right hand in a fist in front of Jackson and yells her demands, “Jackson, siiit…siiit!” As she steps backwards and straighten out her fist she says, “Stay…Jackson…Stay…” Then, she pats both her thighs and cheerfully says, “Come here boy!” As Jackson listens to her commands he gets a little rewarded.
Jackson became very protective of the kids and guarding them every move. The kids became attached to Jackson as well, wherever he laid Tylie and Vincent was sure to be there and Jackson didn’t mind if the kids lay on his bed with him nor did the kids mind Jackson resting his big head on their laps. The three of them were very attached to each other and the bonding is still growing as they progress.
The Three Musketeers interacted with each other the moment their wide eyes open to the morning sunlight and of course after they use the restroom. Tylie would come stumbling out of the bedroom door carrying Jackson’s two foot by one and a half foot white cotton ball bed while dragging his green teddy bear blanket over her shoulder. Then, she places his bed on the ground and in the corner next to the chocolate microfiber sectional. Instantly, Jackson would make himself comfortable sitting his butt down with a high posture. Meanwhile, Vincent comes running with his legs swinging out to the side up to Jackson. Vincent says good morning to Jackson by rubbing his nose. As a response, Jackson sticks out his pink tongue and licks Vincent’s hands; first, on the palm, in between his fingers, then on the top of his hand, and all over. After morning greetings are done, Tylie gentle places Jackson’s stainless steel bowl of water and Pedigree food on the ground and yells, “Come get it boy!” As Jackson strolls up to Tylie brushing his wet nose on Tylie’s purple cupcake pajamas. And breakfast is served to all.
Morning time means play time. As the kids scream and yell effortlessly up and down the hallway and in their room. Jackson is following right behind them or dodging their every move as they come bolting at him. During one point, Tylie and Vincent went into their room and slammed the door leaving Jackson hanging on the other side. Jackson rapidly wagged his tail as he got down on his front two legs barking, until someone cracked the door open and Jackson pushes his way through. Not only did Jackson want to play with the kids, it was also vice versa. Vincent would grab Jackson’s red and neon green ball with a yellow rope, which smells like an old dirty wet rag and hammered it on Jackson’s head and forcing the toy in his mouth. Besides being ruthless to Jackson Vincent would also grip his tiny hands around the slobbering ball and chucked it three foot across the room as Jackson fetches the ball and brings it back to Vincent. Tylie on the other hand was more gentle and sparked conversation with Jackson. She also teaches Jackson tricks. Holding in her left hand was a little brown piece of beef jerky stick hiding behind her back. First, she places her right hand in a fist in front of Jackson and yells her demands, “Jackson, siiit…siiit!” As she steps backwards and straighten out her fist she says, “Stay…Jackson…Stay…” Then, she pats both her thighs and cheerfully says, “Come here boy!” As Jackson listens to her commands he gets a little rewarded.
Jackson became very protective of the kids and guarding them every move. The kids became attached to Jackson as well, wherever he laid Tylie and Vincent was sure to be there and Jackson didn’t mind if the kids lay on his bed with him nor did the kids mind Jackson resting his big head on their laps. The three of them were very attached to each other and the bonding is still growing as they progress.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Reflection-First True Love 2nd Draft
He was a beauty. The sun glistened off the newly waxed white paint and a carbon fiber hood as a face lift. Reflections beamed off the dark tinted windows. He sat four inched off the ground, hugging the black tar roads as tight as possible with his white sparkling powder coated SI rims, clear corner lights that shined with hyper white bulbs, and a tattoo of a blue Hawaiian lei scented like the cool ocean breeze always hanging from the Broadway mirror. Oh, he was a beauty alright! My 1998 five speed manual, three door, LS Acura Integra hatchback known as my Teggie.
Teggie was pretty spoiled for the amount of dough I didn’t have but, work was put into him over time. First, all four original springs were taken out and two and a half coils were clipped off like toe nails. It was slammed! And it caught every eagle eye’s attention that mobbed the streets; at every red stop sign and changing lights. It took every corner and winding road like a dime. But, as sweet as he can be there were flaws of lying so low. Especially when it comes to any size speed bumps (XS, S, M, L, XL), dips in the neighborhood roads, pot holes throughout the city, and uneven railroads tracks. Techniques and swerving maneuver had to be perfected to overcome these obstacles. Brakes were used frequently. Usually slowing Teggie down to a complete stop. Then, hand over hand turning the steering wheel while angling Teggie to a 45 degree angle and slowly crawling at two to five MPH up and over these barriers. Making sure there’s no gashes in the front bumper, scratches on the exhaust, or leaving anything behind. These techniques made us popular. Anyone who was driving behind us was our number one fans. They cheer by honking their horns and waving their hands in the air with their middle finger saying “Hi!” That wasn’t a bother. All that matter was that Teggie was more aerodynamic.
Outer cosmetic wasn’t the only thing Teggie had done. Increasing horse power was completed by replacing the stalk air filter with a shiny black, blue, and silver INJEN Technology cold air intake. A new GReddy stainless steel headers and a hand me down metallic blue DC strut bar for Teggie’s stability. Oh yeah, a loud roaring ferocious beast he was and a fast one too! Teggie not only have a mean engine but a blasting stereo system as well. Connected to a removable red and blue flashing JVC stereo deck were the stalk speakers and tweeters. They had long blue and red wires hooked up to an amplifier and a 12 inch Alpine subwoofer box. Boom…Boom…Boom… They system rocked harder than the Rise Against concert at the E Center. The base thump was brutal. So brutal that it rattled both the windows on the doors, readjusted the Broadway mirror to a slant, and vibrated the side view mirrors to no reflection. Teggie was perfect and ready for show and tell!
On warm summer night’s rituals were held every weekend down in the secluded factories of Salt Lake City. Supped up cars from Hondas, Mitsubishis, Nissans, Toyotas, Subaru’s, and all types of vehicles were parked diagonally in a single file line against the curb. As crowds of people of all gender, age, and color scattered along the streets gawking as we lined up neck to neck with another Acura. In front of us was a girl with hair pulled back in a ponytail, short shorts, and a shimmering tank top. Engines are revving, tires are burning, and clouds of smoke filled the air. While the girl throws both her hands over her head, then out to her sides, finally she bends her knees touching both them hands down to the ground. Tires are screeching and nothing was heard for the next quarter mile until we had the windows rolled down. The audience was whistling, hooting, and talking among themselves about our great performance.
Teggie and I participated in several exciting events and performances. But, a life changing predicament occurred on a crisp fall night after a high scoring game of bowling. The roads were clearer than we’ve ever seen, not a soul insight as we traveled home on I-15 freeway connecting onto a ramp to I-215. Remembering how uneven the pavement was at the end of the turn gives me chills down my spine because that’s when everything lost control, going too fast over the uneven connecting roads. Spinning round and round making two full 360 degree turns; crossing over five lanes on the freeway. BAM! Colliding the passenger side straight into the cement barrier. My hands were clenched tightly around the gray steering wheel while the white heavy airbags punched me in the face. Then like a boomerang we bounced back rotating in half a circle and crashed the front driver side into the same barrier. Teggie ate it hard and had broken bumpers, lights, inside panels, mirrors, and everything. He was a disaster and didn’t survive. Tears streamed down my eyes as Teggie was being towed away from me, knowing it would never be the same again.
Teggie was wonderful. He took his life and spared mine. I’ll always remember how we rode the streets like we we’re invincible and how he spoke to me in his rumbling voice. So many remarkable life memories we had together. He was my first true love.
Teggie was pretty spoiled for the amount of dough I didn’t have but, work was put into him over time. First, all four original springs were taken out and two and a half coils were clipped off like toe nails. It was slammed! And it caught every eagle eye’s attention that mobbed the streets; at every red stop sign and changing lights. It took every corner and winding road like a dime. But, as sweet as he can be there were flaws of lying so low. Especially when it comes to any size speed bumps (XS, S, M, L, XL), dips in the neighborhood roads, pot holes throughout the city, and uneven railroads tracks. Techniques and swerving maneuver had to be perfected to overcome these obstacles. Brakes were used frequently. Usually slowing Teggie down to a complete stop. Then, hand over hand turning the steering wheel while angling Teggie to a 45 degree angle and slowly crawling at two to five MPH up and over these barriers. Making sure there’s no gashes in the front bumper, scratches on the exhaust, or leaving anything behind. These techniques made us popular. Anyone who was driving behind us was our number one fans. They cheer by honking their horns and waving their hands in the air with their middle finger saying “Hi!” That wasn’t a bother. All that matter was that Teggie was more aerodynamic.
Outer cosmetic wasn’t the only thing Teggie had done. Increasing horse power was completed by replacing the stalk air filter with a shiny black, blue, and silver INJEN Technology cold air intake. A new GReddy stainless steel headers and a hand me down metallic blue DC strut bar for Teggie’s stability. Oh yeah, a loud roaring ferocious beast he was and a fast one too! Teggie not only have a mean engine but a blasting stereo system as well. Connected to a removable red and blue flashing JVC stereo deck were the stalk speakers and tweeters. They had long blue and red wires hooked up to an amplifier and a 12 inch Alpine subwoofer box. Boom…Boom…Boom… They system rocked harder than the Rise Against concert at the E Center. The base thump was brutal. So brutal that it rattled both the windows on the doors, readjusted the Broadway mirror to a slant, and vibrated the side view mirrors to no reflection. Teggie was perfect and ready for show and tell!
On warm summer night’s rituals were held every weekend down in the secluded factories of Salt Lake City. Supped up cars from Hondas, Mitsubishis, Nissans, Toyotas, Subaru’s, and all types of vehicles were parked diagonally in a single file line against the curb. As crowds of people of all gender, age, and color scattered along the streets gawking as we lined up neck to neck with another Acura. In front of us was a girl with hair pulled back in a ponytail, short shorts, and a shimmering tank top. Engines are revving, tires are burning, and clouds of smoke filled the air. While the girl throws both her hands over her head, then out to her sides, finally she bends her knees touching both them hands down to the ground. Tires are screeching and nothing was heard for the next quarter mile until we had the windows rolled down. The audience was whistling, hooting, and talking among themselves about our great performance.
Teggie and I participated in several exciting events and performances. But, a life changing predicament occurred on a crisp fall night after a high scoring game of bowling. The roads were clearer than we’ve ever seen, not a soul insight as we traveled home on I-15 freeway connecting onto a ramp to I-215. Remembering how uneven the pavement was at the end of the turn gives me chills down my spine because that’s when everything lost control, going too fast over the uneven connecting roads. Spinning round and round making two full 360 degree turns; crossing over five lanes on the freeway. BAM! Colliding the passenger side straight into the cement barrier. My hands were clenched tightly around the gray steering wheel while the white heavy airbags punched me in the face. Then like a boomerang we bounced back rotating in half a circle and crashed the front driver side into the same barrier. Teggie ate it hard and had broken bumpers, lights, inside panels, mirrors, and everything. He was a disaster and didn’t survive. Tears streamed down my eyes as Teggie was being towed away from me, knowing it would never be the same again.
Teggie was wonderful. He took his life and spared mine. I’ll always remember how we rode the streets like we we’re invincible and how he spoke to me in his rumbling voice. So many remarkable life memories we had together. He was my first true love.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Analysis-Forgiveness 1st Draft
Forgiveness
Throughout the episode forgiveness is being seek by Judy and was found because Angel set her soul free when he forgave her for the cause of his death.
Standing in front of the fireplace in Judy’s room, trying to spark a cigarette nervously, this scene shot Judy’s front side dark in contrast implementing Judy has faced and done something wrong. And her back side bright in contrast stating she’s looking for justification in the end. This scene is followed by the stolen money and Judy clearly ask for forgiveness when she says, “Hey, do you think that if – if somehow-the money ended up on the banks doorstep, and they saw that I didn’t spend any of it, you think they’d call off that detective? Maybe I could be free of this whole thing.” As that is being said a beam of light is shining down on Judy’s face letting the audience know that God is looking down on her and all sins will be forgive.
In the last scene Judy could not go on because of her guilt. There was no evidence or physical force that kept Judy inside of the Hyperion Hotel safe from harm of her unrighteousness doing. When Angel forgave Judy of the cause of his death we knew Judy’s problem was going to be content because of the slow heavenly music being played in the background and high contrast on Judy’s smiling face when she was lying down. Also, when she passes away it was a sign that her sins were forgiven and Judy was able to go on. Judy wasn’t the only who found forgiveness but Angel as well because he was the one giving it to Judy.
Throughout the episode forgiveness is being seek by Judy and was found because Angel set her soul free when he forgave her for the cause of his death.
Standing in front of the fireplace in Judy’s room, trying to spark a cigarette nervously, this scene shot Judy’s front side dark in contrast implementing Judy has faced and done something wrong. And her back side bright in contrast stating she’s looking for justification in the end. This scene is followed by the stolen money and Judy clearly ask for forgiveness when she says, “Hey, do you think that if – if somehow-the money ended up on the banks doorstep, and they saw that I didn’t spend any of it, you think they’d call off that detective? Maybe I could be free of this whole thing.” As that is being said a beam of light is shining down on Judy’s face letting the audience know that God is looking down on her and all sins will be forgive.
In the last scene Judy could not go on because of her guilt. There was no evidence or physical force that kept Judy inside of the Hyperion Hotel safe from harm of her unrighteousness doing. When Angel forgave Judy of the cause of his death we knew Judy’s problem was going to be content because of the slow heavenly music being played in the background and high contrast on Judy’s smiling face when she was lying down. Also, when she passes away it was a sign that her sins were forgiven and Judy was able to go on. Judy wasn’t the only who found forgiveness but Angel as well because he was the one giving it to Judy.
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