Influences I've noticed in my script:
Bible
Princessbride (1987)
Fargo (1996)
Final Fantasy VII (1997)
Harry Potter (1997-2007)
Escaflowne (1998)
Cowboy Bebop (1998)
American Beauty (1999)
Sixth Sense (1999)
The Matrix (2000)
Final Fantasy IX (2000)
Lord of the Rings (2001-2003)
Bourne Identity (2002)
The Matrix Reloaded (2002)
Pride and Prejudice (2005)
It Crowd (2006 --)
Twilight (2008)
Alfred Hitchcock
(And here's some of the music that's inspired me too.)
E.S. Posthumus
Adiemus, Cantus Song of the Spirit (1997)
Yoko Kanno, Space Lion (1998)
Bond, Viva! 2001
Lior, Daniel 2005
Coldplay (specifically Viva La Vida): 2008
"Release" - Helen Jane Long
Also according to IMDB
Final Fantasy 11 = 5.6
Final Fantasy X-2 = 7.2
The Legend of Zelda 2 = 7.7
Final Fantasy 5 = 8.0
Final Fantasy (the original) = 8.1
Final Fantasy 4 = 8.4
Final Fantasy 9 = 8.7
Secret of Mana = 8.8
Final Fantasy 8 = 8.8
Zelda Majora's Mask = 8.8
Chrono Cross = 8.8
Final Fantasy Crisis Core = 8.9
Zelda Wind Waker = 9.0
The Legend of Zelda = 9.1
Final Fantasy X = 9.2
Final Fantasy 6 = 9.2
Chrono Trigger = 9.5
Zelda: Twilight Princess = 9.5
Zelda Link to the Past = 9.5
Final Fantasy 7 = 9.6
Zelda Ocarina of Time = 9.8
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Man, it's cold.
I'm coming up with a rewrite plan. How fun.
This library is freezing!
I never realized how pertinent other characters are in shading in the main protagonist.
I also have no car and have been walking 3.5 miles to school. And then walking all around it from my old apartment, Cheesies, Taco Bell, and the Sugar Shack.
I've learned a lot just in walking.
This is a short post.
Maybe because it's too cold in here for more to think critically.
This library is freezing!
I never realized how pertinent other characters are in shading in the main protagonist.
I also have no car and have been walking 3.5 miles to school. And then walking all around it from my old apartment, Cheesies, Taco Bell, and the Sugar Shack.
I've learned a lot just in walking.
This is a short post.
Maybe because it's too cold in here for more to think critically.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Lot on Mind
I didn't write any for my script today. I stayed up till about 5 AM reworking my "reporter Bradley" scene. Cheesiness level? Presumably high.
I plan to get up in the morning, take out the trash, and fumble my way through the day. Technically, summer school starts tomorrow.
There's a bucket of mystery floating around in my mind. You can decide what off-beat color for me.
I want to step into some new colored shoes and it's called, "How to be a more authentic Christian." These shoes are probably going to pinch a bit, or I guess more appropriately they'll be too big and I'll trip all over the place.
Where am I spiritually? If I'm being honest, most days I feel fresh about my faith and believe I only know so much with my finite brain. If I opened randomly to a passage I'm sure there's at least 50 words, concepts, places, names (especially if I went to Chronicles) that my mind has utter ignorance when it comes to understanding. I don't expect to know everything. I know I will screw up, tick people off, and also make an idiot of myself a time or two or so infinity plus infinity meets the Good, Bad, AND the Ugly.
2 AM thoughts are compelling.
I'm at the right place in the right time. I'm being spiritually fed in this community, as well as being taught how to be a servant and a friend. THAT is ideal when you are a student, and I think when I head out to [insert future] the past four years will be weaved into myself as a guide.
I don't necessarily want to focus on "where do I need to improve?" Because, I am a... uh... perfectionist-- dang it! I know it, you probably know it too. It can't be that surprising, but as wonderful as this quality is it can be a thorn in the side and sometimes I have to turn off that voice that says "Rewrite! Look for a new way! Blah blah blah..." And realize that A) I need a purpose if something needs to be improved upon B) God is the one who gave me life, and nothing but my ego, that thinks it can do things for itself, is what separates me from him.
Here's something basic that I tapped into this week. Christ was/is sinless. I know, a very "Hello, my name is Jennifer and I am five years old" moment. But no seriously, God created him without sin, because the rest of us came from Adam and Eve with carnal sin that's attached to us from the deception of Satan. The ONLY way to rid yourself of this sin is acknowledge that it is there, God knows it's there, you will fail, and above all we must trust that God has it handled because he loved us so much that he created an innocent being who loved us enough to carry our sins. We broke that innocent life, and still he loves us.
The Jews did not murder Christ, they handed him to the Romans. The Romans crucified Christ out of entertainment. Several multitudes died in this similar fashion proclaiming authority from God as savior. So the Romans didn't care. HELLO, are you getting it? The Romans didn't care about religion AT ALL, they would worship whatever the heck they wanted, but overall they wanted entertainment. Their complacent hearts, willingness to murder innocent people is what the false prophets and false teachers handed Christ into... and if you read the gospels one of the centurion's proclaimed that surely he was the savior.
Okay, so I want to be authentic. I don't want to be a complacent person my whole life living the ride from life to death. Jesus' own disciples had doubts; I will and you will too. These our the places we will grow and learn together. I am no greater than Thomas who asked to feel the holes in Jesus' hands. I am no greater than Peter who denied Christ three times. I am no greater than Judas who betrayed Christ. I am not above the sin. I am living in sin, no wait, I am dying in sin. This is a major epidemic that has plagued our beautiful world for a long time. But what I do with this cancer in my soul, how I trust God with it will above all keep me from turning into the hateful, judgmental, hypocritical, psychobabble of a freak that I believe we naturally want to be.
So, I hate when we laugh when someone does something peculiar. Whether it's how they are dressed, the way they talk, or their own faults.
I hate when I allow my imagination to guide me rather than God. I am excited to be in Heaven to see my imagination in purity without sin. At this point, it's like a graveyard of puddles with little rays of light.
Down with cliches that make no sense and have no real thinking behind or in it. Let's be conscious Christians who know our history, in both our self and in the world. Let's free our hearts of social sins. Let's be more than what sitcoms call us to be.
We are more than a tool. God gave us free will to live and love.
I plan to get up in the morning, take out the trash, and fumble my way through the day. Technically, summer school starts tomorrow.
There's a bucket of mystery floating around in my mind. You can decide what off-beat color for me.
I want to step into some new colored shoes and it's called, "How to be a more authentic Christian." These shoes are probably going to pinch a bit, or I guess more appropriately they'll be too big and I'll trip all over the place.
Where am I spiritually? If I'm being honest, most days I feel fresh about my faith and believe I only know so much with my finite brain. If I opened randomly to a passage I'm sure there's at least 50 words, concepts, places, names (especially if I went to Chronicles) that my mind has utter ignorance when it comes to understanding. I don't expect to know everything. I know I will screw up, tick people off, and also make an idiot of myself a time or two or so infinity plus infinity meets the Good, Bad, AND the Ugly.
2 AM thoughts are compelling.
I'm at the right place in the right time. I'm being spiritually fed in this community, as well as being taught how to be a servant and a friend. THAT is ideal when you are a student, and I think when I head out to [insert future] the past four years will be weaved into myself as a guide.
I don't necessarily want to focus on "where do I need to improve?" Because, I am a... uh... perfectionist-- dang it! I know it, you probably know it too. It can't be that surprising, but as wonderful as this quality is it can be a thorn in the side and sometimes I have to turn off that voice that says "Rewrite! Look for a new way! Blah blah blah..." And realize that A) I need a purpose if something needs to be improved upon B) God is the one who gave me life, and nothing but my ego, that thinks it can do things for itself, is what separates me from him.
Here's something basic that I tapped into this week. Christ was/is sinless. I know, a very "Hello, my name is Jennifer and I am five years old" moment. But no seriously, God created him without sin, because the rest of us came from Adam and Eve with carnal sin that's attached to us from the deception of Satan. The ONLY way to rid yourself of this sin is acknowledge that it is there, God knows it's there, you will fail, and above all we must trust that God has it handled because he loved us so much that he created an innocent being who loved us enough to carry our sins. We broke that innocent life, and still he loves us.
The Jews did not murder Christ, they handed him to the Romans. The Romans crucified Christ out of entertainment. Several multitudes died in this similar fashion proclaiming authority from God as savior. So the Romans didn't care. HELLO, are you getting it? The Romans didn't care about religion AT ALL, they would worship whatever the heck they wanted, but overall they wanted entertainment. Their complacent hearts, willingness to murder innocent people is what the false prophets and false teachers handed Christ into... and if you read the gospels one of the centurion's proclaimed that surely he was the savior.
Okay, so I want to be authentic. I don't want to be a complacent person my whole life living the ride from life to death. Jesus' own disciples had doubts; I will and you will too. These our the places we will grow and learn together. I am no greater than Thomas who asked to feel the holes in Jesus' hands. I am no greater than Peter who denied Christ three times. I am no greater than Judas who betrayed Christ. I am not above the sin. I am living in sin, no wait, I am dying in sin. This is a major epidemic that has plagued our beautiful world for a long time. But what I do with this cancer in my soul, how I trust God with it will above all keep me from turning into the hateful, judgmental, hypocritical, psychobabble of a freak that I believe we naturally want to be.
So, I hate when we laugh when someone does something peculiar. Whether it's how they are dressed, the way they talk, or their own faults.
I hate when I allow my imagination to guide me rather than God. I am excited to be in Heaven to see my imagination in purity without sin. At this point, it's like a graveyard of puddles with little rays of light.
Down with cliches that make no sense and have no real thinking behind or in it. Let's be conscious Christians who know our history, in both our self and in the world. Let's free our hearts of social sins. Let's be more than what sitcoms call us to be.
We are more than a tool. God gave us free will to live and love.
Confession of An Amateur
My name is Jennifer. And I am writing a screenplay for MED 567.
And I am going insane.
There was a necessity more so for me to make this journal (blog sounds too much like blob which could be accurate, to say the least).
I am breaking into another echelon of grammar, style, plot, characterization, etc.
Here's my philosophy: everyone makes grammar mistakes. Grammar is a lot like sin. I think all artistic forms have a reflection on life and in understanding them more, I tend to find God. Grammar has ever changing parameters. As does spelling, and I should know since I'm goofy enough to study British English for this script. When grammar is necessarily perfect it could be, boring. Every rule in writing can be broken, if done correctly. There is a season for everything, so to speak. (Cliches and colloquialisms strike again, oh how screenwriting brings them out of me.)
Not to say I think people should rendezvous with the neighbor's wife or murder people, but I am impressed by Christ, and how he fulfilled rules and also pointed his finger at the false prophets and their dedication to the law and not God the one holding the law. Or how David ate the consecrated bread. There's even a part in the new testament that says it's okay to eat meat, and I think for the first time I realized that it also said "food sacrificed to idols." How radical is that?
Mind boggling.
Okay, so I'm writing this for a number of reasons. I should honestly be writing away-- clickty-clack-clack-- but writing a script of this size terrifies me, and at times I just need a break from searching through British slang websites and miscellaneous rules. I need time to just know myself and the great question of: why exactly am I doing this in the first place? Plus, if I do this right, I may be able to throw in some handy-dandy tips on: how to write like you own it, man.
I've been working on this same story for... almost a year. The story world's been with me since, oh I don't know, 16? 14? Beats me. Quite trivial.
And I am going insane.
There was a necessity more so for me to make this journal (blog sounds too much like blob which could be accurate, to say the least).
I am breaking into another echelon of grammar, style, plot, characterization, etc.
Here's my philosophy: everyone makes grammar mistakes. Grammar is a lot like sin. I think all artistic forms have a reflection on life and in understanding them more, I tend to find God. Grammar has ever changing parameters. As does spelling, and I should know since I'm goofy enough to study British English for this script. When grammar is necessarily perfect it could be, boring. Every rule in writing can be broken, if done correctly. There is a season for everything, so to speak. (Cliches and colloquialisms strike again, oh how screenwriting brings them out of me.)
Not to say I think people should rendezvous with the neighbor's wife or murder people, but I am impressed by Christ, and how he fulfilled rules and also pointed his finger at the false prophets and their dedication to the law and not God the one holding the law. Or how David ate the consecrated bread. There's even a part in the new testament that says it's okay to eat meat, and I think for the first time I realized that it also said "food sacrificed to idols." How radical is that?
Mind boggling.
Okay, so I'm writing this for a number of reasons. I should honestly be writing away-- clickty-clack-clack-- but writing a script of this size terrifies me, and at times I just need a break from searching through British slang websites and miscellaneous rules. I need time to just know myself and the great question of: why exactly am I doing this in the first place? Plus, if I do this right, I may be able to throw in some handy-dandy tips on: how to write like you own it, man.
I've been working on this same story for... almost a year. The story world's been with me since, oh I don't know, 16? 14? Beats me. Quite trivial.
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