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Just Do It!

8/30/2012

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Hello from indescribable terror. You guys, this is worse than, like, the Pandorica opening or something. This is worse than getting chosen to be in the Hunger Games. Okay...slight exaggeration. But I have to give a movie pitch tomorrow in front of my entire class, probably most of the film students at Western, and the film faculty. Instead of embarrassing myself in front of just my Production Workshop teacher/adviser, I get to be humiliated in front of four of the six professors I have this semester. 
On top of all that, I have never pitched a movie idea before. Like, ever. And before yesterday or the day before, I didn't even have an idea to pitch at all. Luckily, there is that horror movie we tried to make (starring Sara) last year, which I also turned into a short story. I suppose I'll pitch that idea. Which is fairly good. BUT YOU GUYS!!!!!
These people I'm up against--and yes, it's a competition where only some of the pitches get to be produced--these people are...experienced. They make films and know how to do stuff. They're competent. I'm...not. I'm despicably inferior. And even though the movie pitch is optional and I inflicted this torture on myself for the sake of gaining experience and making an impression, the crew pitch on Wednesday is not. It's a mandatory pitch in which I try to sell not my idea, but myself. I'm basically standing in front of my class--just them this time--and telling them my skills and trying to get a decent job on some of the films that were voted to get produced. And everybody does get a job, but the better pitchers obviously get the better jobs--which are worth more points. And if I get a lower ranking job, I have to do more jobs to accumulate more points and blah blah blah blah dislike dislike dis-bloody-like! Excuse my language, British people.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAKSDFHASODIFJ;ASLFJASLFJA;SLDKFJSA;LKDFJA;SDKLJ!
:P
But the day this was assigned, I was thinking, "There's no way I'm doing this. It's optional, so I won't. But I should. It would be a good experience. I should. But I can't."
And then I noticed a striking abundance of people wearing different Nike shirts (okay, there were like 3...but in a very short period of time). And all the shirts had one message for me: JUST DO IT.
So I will. I'll just do it.
What's the worst that could happen? I could humiliate myself. It could be like the Christmas musical all over again: my incompetence glaring in comparison to my classmates' brilliance. Or my pitch could get the vote, and I'd be forced to be the producer and be in charge of a crew of my classmates who know infinitely more than I do about everything IN THE WORLD!
The only thing I'm remotely good at is writing.  Yay me. :p
Oh well. I'm going to do it anyway. Just do it. Keep Calm and Carry On.
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." --Philippians 4:13

Wish me luck,
Anna Beth

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Sara
8/30/2012 12:54:38 pm

Aw, good luck Amma Bef!!! I know you can do it! And, really, whether it works out or not, you'll still learn something from the experience, and that'll make you better prepared next time something like this comes up! But, personally, I like your movie pitch, so I think you've got a good shot :) Praying for you!

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Anna Beth
8/30/2012 02:25:02 pm

You like my movie *idea.* You haven't heard the pitch. It goes:

Uhhhh.............(awkward silence).............Just...Love me, okay?!

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Anna Beth
8/30/2012 02:55:39 pm

Well...maybe I can do a bit better than that.

Hello, I'm Anna Beth Gillon, and I'd like to tell you all about my idea for a short film called 'Shadows' that revolves around one girl's terror as she walks across a deserted campus at night. The scene opens on Courtney asleep face down in her books in the university library. Her phone buzzes and she wakes with a start. Rubbing her head, she reaches for a bottle of pills in her backpack, but abandons the thought as her phone vibrates again. The text message lets her know she is late for meeting her friend for doughnuts. She gathers her things, leaves the library, and begins to walk across the dimly lit campus.
As she walks, she begins to hear noises like footsteps behind her, but every time she turns around, no one is there. Each time she walks under a lamppost, she sees more shadows than merely her own. Again, no one is visible behind her. The footsteps are getting louder now, accompanied by a low and eerie whisper. The shadows seem to grasp at her with long tendrils of fingers. She walks faster, even runs. She seeks sanctuary in a deserted building on campus, looking out at the darkness, convinced who or whatever is after her is watching through the glass door. She runs through the building and out the other side to an emergency pole. She presses the button...waits...
-Campus police. What is your emergency?
-Help me-----she takes a deep breath, trying to calm down---Could you send an officer to escort me to my dorm? I'm at-
-Oh, we know where you are--------The voice is sinister. Courtney looks uncertain.
-So you're sending an officer?
-Just be very still, Courtney. I'll be right there.
Courtney breaks into a dead run away from the emergency pole. The footsteps are behind her again, and she hears voices, voices calling her name. She sees a light up ahead, thinks it's her salvation, someone who can help her. But as she runs toward it, the audience can see that it's the headlights of a car. Courtney runs right out into the street. At the last second, Courtney squeezes her eyes shut and we hear the screech of brakes.
Cut to Courtney, unconscious in a hospital bed. Her eyes are squinched shut, but then her face relaxes. A nurse pats her hand and says, "Well, at least you're safe from yourself now." The nurse leaves the room and the camera pans past Courtney's bed, to a table with her pill bottle on it...and finally, to one last tendril of a shadow in the corner of the room. The credits roll, and the audience is left to decide whether the events of the film were real or real delusions, or if they were merely the nightmares of a sick girl.
Thank you.

Anna Beth
8/30/2012 03:02:36 pm

And then boom! I'll be all
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m98pdlWWgn1rs6drio3_r1_250.gif

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Sara
8/31/2012 01:34:29 pm

:D

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