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Ask me about studying law with a girl who thinks she's married to Sai Baba Previously: The Girl in the Sari A Note on Henriette Phantom in Honolulu The Girl who Thinks She's Married to Sai Baba & Part 2 The Thespian Society Amnesia: The Friendship Descent The Stage Play Interlude 1: Raja Discovers Blogging Interlude 2: Le Fursécution! The Bollywood Film 1: A True Story The Bollywood Film 2: I am Batman The Bollywood Film 3: Andrew, You're Not the Father The Bollywood Film 4: Fever The Bollywood Film 5: What If? The Bollywood Film 6: The Importance of Data Security The Bollywood Film 7: A Cleansing The Bollywood Film 8: Premiere --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Q: I am really good at google. Can I do some internet detective poo poo on your stories? A: NO. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Bollywood Film 9: Je Veux Ton Revenge Henriette's character, Sadna, was young, optimistic, spoilt, and a romantic. Her parents had decided on two things: firstly, she should go to the United Kingdom to further her education (the parallel with what we were in college for at that time was not lost on us); secondly, she should court (and finally marry) Hinder, a rich young man who was more grounded and practical. Henriette's parents had arranged for her to meet Hinder for their first real date, and Hinder had to make a first good impression on Henriette. Naturally, Hinder chose the cheap cafe right across the street from the college, and was so late he never appeared until half an hour into I Will Survive! Spoilers: Hinder failed to woo Henriette. Henriette arrived at the cafe and ordered herself a roti for breakfast.  Naturally, Henriette recited the Gayathri Manthra as she ate. In what of the rarer sparks of genius, it turned out this scene was set up to be her first encounter with the person who would be her (ex-)husband, Shum. Shum was a lowly waiter new to the establishment. Henriette spotted him, and left the cafe but not without leaving behind her handkerchief and a ten dollar note for Shum.  Miss, you left your handkerchief and your change.(  ) I see you're new! Well, I ALWAYS leave a ten dollar note for my favourite waiters! And that handkerchief is so dirty, just keep it then!As for poor absent Hinder: gently caress him, apparently. The movie stopped.  Microsoft Powerpoint background of autumn leaves replaced the screen, but not before a quick flash of Jake Long, American Dragon's desktop appearing (sans NOT GAY PORN, DO NOT DELETE! folder). Spotlights illuminated the stage. The audience whispered in confusion as Henriette and Shum came onstage holding mics, and then MIDI music played and oh for crying out loud were they singing the Phantom of the Opera? Again? As the song went on it dawned on us that this was the MUSICAL part of I Will Survive!. It would transpire that every time something vaguely interesting occurs onscreen, people were going to come up onstage to sing and make dramatic representations of their feelings. So how does the Phantom of the Opera speak for the first meeting between a spoilt rich brat and a poor cafe waiter? After the two finished singing, we were treated with scenes between Henriette and her parents. Henriette's mother was displeased with Henriette's choice to not meet Hinder, but remained positive.  Oh darling, you should give Hinder a chance. He's a really nice boy. Nice boy. Yessssss nice boy okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. NICE BOY MUMMY NICE BOY. HE IS SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH A (AIR QUOTE) NIIIIIICE BOOOOOOOOOOY (AIR UNQUOTE) OKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYY MOOOOOOMMMM NICE BOY. Yes. Nice boy. OKAAAAAAAAYYYY HE IS YES A NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE BOY. Ugh. Boring nice boy. Ugh. Sweetie, he's very hardworking and kind! And he's your father's business partner's son, we knew him since he was a baby and MUMMMMMY MARRIAGE IS SACRED ARE YOU TRYING TO SELL ME TO A NICE BOYHenriette's father got wind of her encounter with Shum, and asked her to consider going to the UK to gain some life experience before committing to some guy he had never met. Henriette's father was meant to have a bad command in English, while Henriette was fluent in the language.   Also in Malaysia most people speak in broken English, cannot teach you standard language. Go to England, you can learn english like the England people. In Malaysia cannot learn English is it? You want me to be like English people? Eat like them? Wear their clothing? DRINK TEA LIKE THEM? "Oh good morning!" You want me like that only satisfy okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay England is good for your exposure. So many people so poor have no chance like this. Maybe cannot get out of Malaysia. You should I DON'T WANT I DON'T WANT I DON'T WANT I DON'T WANT I DON'T WANT Girl calm do DON'T WANT DON'T WANT DON'T WANT NOOOOOO NOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBoth meetings ended with Henriette leaving the scene in a huff. Hinder called Henriette to meet her at an upscale restaurant (in reality, another closeby cafe with a slighly better decor) for an urgent meeting. When Henriette arrived with Lisa Lisa, Hinder was waiting for Henriette with a bouquet of flowers. Oh, this is for me. Hmph. Lisa Lisa, you two can have it. WE LOVE FLOWERS (FLOWERS ARE PRETTY)Henriette pulled the metal chair loudly on the tiled floor as she sat down and sulked.  Then she scratched her ridiculously long hair at Hinder. Good god, did she scratch her hair all the bloody time in I Will Survive!. That, and her constant usage of the elongated okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, was so prevalent in the whole thing we started keeping count of the number of times she did it. It was like a very long commercial for anti-dandruff shampoo without showing us the product. Maybe the moral of the film was that dandruff could cause you to be beaten up by your spouse. HINDER. WAIT. Do not talk I want to tell you something. SAI BABA DO YOU KNOW how exhausting and hectic it is okaaaaaaaaaaaaay? SADNA SADNA COME NOW it was so annoying  Well, we have never met and I thought we could get to know each oth AH SAI BABA YOU WERE TRYING TO GET ME ON A DATE YOU IDIOT BOY DO YOU KNOW THE TRAFFIC JAM WAS SO AWFUL MY DRIVER WAS HONKING HONKING HONKING EVERYWHERE OKAAAAAAAAY oh hello waiter. MAY. I. HAVE. A. REFRESHING. GLASS. OF. ORANGE. JUICE. I'll just have some plain water please. Thanks.So Henriette scratched her hair at Hinder for the whole date. Young romance! Autumn leaves appeared again. I still recall a girl yelling, "they are singing again!" when the leaves came up. Since that seem rather benign, I have taken the liberty to illustrate a more appropriate placeholder for the on-stage performances:  Henriette, Shum and Hinder did an elaborate Bollywood song and dance routine depicting a love triangle. Nothing much to say about the dance, other than it being overly dramatic and also almost fifteen minutes in length. The dance ended and we were shown a quick sequence depicting Henriette planning to elope with Shum. Wow, Hinder must have been a real poo poo date. The plans apparently involved Henriette making signs in the air and Shum looking as confused as the audience. Then, The audience groaned. Lisa Lisa came onstage to sing a Taiwanese emo pop song. What the gently caress? In the dark I could see a figure walking among the seated audience. It was Lin, who looked distressed and even worse, pacing towards me.  What's wrong? Henriette asked if you could come backstage for a moment? CD 2 is supposed to begin soon but we haven't finished the exporting.The screen was showing Henriette eloping with Shum. We are going to have someone sing after CD 1 ends so people won't know the delay. Don't worry, there're still about fifteen minutes left!The film stopped.  The video pixellated. Faces of actors melted into each other. Chatter in the background cut off abruptly. A loud hiss dominated the hall, ending with a quick, sharp screech. Finally CD 1 of I Will Survive! went, gently caress this poo poo forever, and dissolved into a matter of brightly-coloured boxes. The screen kicked back to Jake Long, American Dragon's desktop with a message box stating proudly FILE CORRUPTED. Never mind, I'll get them to sing now.
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Corridor posted:I dunno, fat otaku glompers can hit like a semi when they're in direct line of sight of their target. Ugh. This. Apparently "glomping" comes from harem animus where the girls are abusive to the one guy, so part of the point of glomping is to sexually harass someone. If they're not made visibly uncomfortable by it, they don't look like the prepubescent boy in the animus, so it didn't work. Another story: One day I decide to tell Keesha about the fantasy world I had as a kid. I've always been fascinated by space, so in my (primary, ongoing) daydreams I was a badass space captain. Since I was a rational person who knew what was going on, this was actually a useful tool. Any time I'd play a space game or read some sci-fi or learn something new about the cosmos, I had this sort of model where I could explore things in my head. When Descent Freespace came out it radically changed my view of "otherspace" or wtfever. Instead of trying to rationalize this, I was okay with admitting that I'd just played a game and decided to incorporate that into my world. So on and so forth. I tell Keesha about all of this in excruciating detail, and she listens closely to the point that I'm sure she's getting it, and says "thank you for sharing". Then she moves to the next topic of conversation, as you do when someone is finished talking about a subject that you feel no need to comment on. So I had laid out the whole thing. You see a new movie or a game or something, you decide to work that into your fantasy realm, and that's all it is. And I specifically made the connection that I didn't want to join up with The Other Realm (she had "invited" me, however that works)- because I knew that my fantasy world was my own creation, and not related to hers. And nothing. Zero reaction, zilch effect.
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I think this is a psychological defense mechanism--a thick blanket of denial and lying to yourself because if you really heard what people were saying to you, you'd have to admit that you wasted years in a made-up fantasy world and/or you are totally insane, which is a reality that not a lot of people are prepared to handle. That's why I was able to believe in Summer's nonsense for so long, and that's why Keesha was able to listen to your story and brush it off like she never heard it. The last time I spoke with Summer, the GAs of course came up. I told her I didn't believe it anymore and asked her if she'd ever been to therapy, and instead of the "OMG ARE YOU CALLING ME CRAZY" tirade I expected, she just shrugged and said, "No, because they don't bother me." Then she abruptly changed the subject, much like Keesha.
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Saddest Rhino, your tale of tragedy and song is nothing short of amazing. Can't wait for the next segment.Earwicker posted:There are certainly tigers in the US now, and this guy is alive right now. His tribe has, I'm pretty sure, been well aware of tigers for several generations now. I don't see why he's obligated to have a spirit animal that has been on the continent for hundreds of years or whatever that doesn't make a whole lot of sense. He said that some elder in his tribe told him to be like a tiger (or something like that), so he did. I don't think he is obligated to have a spirit animal that has an extended history of presence with his tribe's historical range either. Picker asked what the difference was, and right or wrong, the shortened history is more or less it. More specifically, probably due to a lack of obvious first hand contact I'm sure (I hope  ) he's either had lots of interaction with captive tigers in his area, and read books/talked to people who have actual first-hand tiger experience. But most likely he's never actually gone to India and lived "along side" tigers, or been exposed to a culture with hundreds of years of tiger experience; this makes it more difficult to distinguish someone who has an actual understanding of the animal, to someone who just thinks "tigers are awesome".If he feels that a tiger is his spirit animal, and he's got a good understanding of how tigers actually behave, I will not argue with the man. and even if he doesn't, if it makes you feel spiritually fulfilled and isn't hurting anyone else, go nuts.
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Saddest Rhino - this is insanity. Thank you for the stories but oh dear lord how did anyone sit through that crap? I like how the CD finally took its own life to try and spare you folks more of the "movie".
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The Saddest Rhino posted:Beautiful insanity Ok, I'm a film fan, so this has really grabbed my attention - it sounds like a Bollywood version of The Room. Was all of the dialogue semi-improvised? How was the camerawork? Was she plaaning to try and get this picked up for release? I mean, it's impressive that she made a film, as awful and incompetant as it sounds - but what was her plans for it? (I'm guessing she didn't have permission to use those songs, so she couldn't release it for profit). And who leaves the editing until the opening night?! These stories are amazing, and you should feel amazing.
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OldMemes posted:Ok, I'm a film fan, so this has really grabbed my attention - it sounds like a Bollywood version of The Room. YOU ARE TEARING ME APART LISA LISA OKAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY
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The Saddest Rhino posted:Was Henriette aware that songs other than Phantom of the Opera exist? Also, my head itches. The Ghoul fucked around with this message at 23:21 on Dec 15, 2011 |
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I posted this elsewhere some time ago, but hey it fits.quote:Someday I will post a thread about my former roommate, whose estranged mother returned after 30 years, hoping to reunite with her son, only to find furry porn on his walls and discover that he answered the phone with "meow". When his grandfather (his mother's father) died a few months later, he attended the funeral with his boyfriend in a skunk suit. When people tried to explain to him how inappropriate that was, he made a speech about "fursecution" and how "regular humans just didn't understand his true spirit". Yes, at the funeral.
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OldMemes posted:Ok, I'm a film fan, so this has really grabbed my attention - it sounds like a Bollywood version of The Room. Was all of the dialogue semi-improvised? How was the camerawork? I like this guy. Bollywood Room could be excellent.
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the kawaiiest posted:I posted this elsewhere some time ago, but hey it fits. I don't have much to offer in this world, but I will give it all to you if you post this story.
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The Saddest Rhino posted:Is it wrong that, even though this thread was the first place I'd ever heard of him, I find Sai Baba to be creepy because of Henriette? (Also because he was a child molester) And that is the most depressing thing I've heard in a long time, the kawaiiest. Holy poo poo. 
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the kawaiiest posted:I posted this elsewhere some time ago, but hey it fits. That is awful, horrible, and depressing. Please share.
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Fascinator posted:I don't have much to offer in this world, but I will give it all to you if you post this story. e: nm I'm being horrible by sharing this the kawaiiest fucked around with this message at 21:59 on Sep 12, 2012 |
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the kawaiiest posted:I was 15 at the time, and he was just a couple of years older than me.
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You know what, I'm glad he doesn't feel guilty about that, and maybe I'm a jerk but I don't feel sorry for his mom here. Her suicide is not his fault. She's the one who abandoned him and probably turned him into a furry.
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the kawaiiest posted:Greek furry tragedy. This was exactly the wrong thing to read immediately before going to bed.
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Snapdragon750 posted:You know what, I'm glad he doesn't feel guilty about that, and maybe I'm a jerk but I don't feel sorry for his mom here. Her suicide is not his fault. She's the one who abandoned him and probably turned him into a furry. This. That dude is sad and horribly hosed up and has some serious issues with appropriateness, but it is absolutely not his fault that his mother committed suicide. I'm sure they both caused each other tremendous pain, but a healthy human being does not react to their son being a filthy, disrespectful furry by killing themselves. I'm really sorry you had to deal with that person, that guy seems awful.
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Snapdragon750 posted:My BFF was married to Piccolo from Dragonball Z and was Earth's Only Defense Against The Enemy Is your friend really named "Season"? Because if so, hi, Alex! If not, then I can contribute to the thread.
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The funny part about this thread is that while reading all these stories I realize I was probably that really creepy/sad friend who used to convince myself fictional characters were real. Obviously I'm not so bad because I got over it, but still, I spent a lot of my pre-teen years arguing that I was so-and-so's girlfriend/wife over the internet. I've repressed most of these embarrassing stories, but the two I remember most are: 1. I used to try to convince myself as well as other people that a million rainbow-colored yoshi's followed me everywhere. I'd even talk to them and poo poo, too. I think in my mind they were my guardians, or something. 2. How I used to write endlessly in a notebook pretending to talk a stupid anime bear. Once I tried to get my friend in on it by saying, "I've been talking to Blue Bear lately... do you want to to?" I think she was severely disappointed by the fact that all I did was whip out a notebook filled with my writing and asked her to "talk to him" through it. I wish I could remember more, because I'm sure those are the most mellow of all the things I did. However... I'm sure I've forced myself to forget for a very, very good reason, haha.
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Runcible Cat posted:Um, I don't want to seem all detective-y, but the timeline seems way off - was he lying about his age? His age was just one of the many things he lied about. He said he'd worked for Disney, that Pixar had wanted to hire him but he refused and that he was friends with David Duchovny (Mulder from the X-Files).
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the kawaiiest posted:He said he'd worked for Disney, that Pixar had wanted to hire him but he refused and that he was friends with David Duchovny (Mulder from the X-Files). That's a step up from claiming he's friends with Mulder, I suppose...
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bringmyfishback posted:Is your friend really named "Season"? Because if so, hi, Alex!  Shut up. There can't be more than one person in the world who thinks she's married to Piccolo and is the Earth's Last Defense Against the Enemy. I don't even believe you. Her name is not Season and my name is not Alex. (please please share)
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the kawaiiest posted:About 3 months (and many disgusting tales) after I moved in Would you mind relating the most disgusting of these tales?
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Nagato posted:Would you mind relating the most disgusting of these tales? Seconded. I would also like to hear of this squalor and grossness!
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Is now a good time to mention that Denise told me her very first animu boyfriend (Even before Heero) was in fact, Piccolo? What the gently caress is it about these gross green bald asexual Namek dudes?
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uglynoodles posted:Is now a good time to mention that Denise told me her very first animu boyfriend (Even before Heero) was in fact, Piccolo? I can only guess it was the dulcet tones of Scott McNeil.
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Nagato posted:Would you mind relating the most disgusting of these tales? The kitchen was basically a jungle, both because it was difficult to navigate and because it was, well, kind of an ecosystem. It was full of fruit flies and it smelled like dust and rotten food. I threw most of the pots and pans away, as well as most of his dishes, because there was literally fur on them and I wasn't sure if they were safe to use even after washing them. The bottom of the sink, under all the crap, was covered with something gelatinous and brown/black. Removing that was... an interesting experience, to say the least. There was a small balcony that was full of garbage bags and many of them were leaking. It took me a whole day to clean the kitchen, and that's not counting a couple of hours the next day which I spent emptying and cleaning the fridge. Do you know what 2 year old milk smells like? I do. I bought him some new plates and pots and pans to replace the ones I threw away and he complained that they were "too plain". There were two bathrooms. One of them was also full of garbage and the toilet was clogged. I asked him about it and he said it'd been like that for about 6 months and he hadn't done anything about it because he could just use the other one. The second bathroom was also filthy but compared to the rest of the house, it wasn't that bad. I did find another butt plug but it was not covered with poo poo. I think the grossest thing that happened was when I took the rug out of the living room to clean and found layers upon layers of dog poo poo under it. There were newspapers, then dog crap, then newspapers, then dog crap... it was like some kind of dog poo poo lasagna. I needed a shovel to remove it all. The rug went in the trash and he bitched at me for throwing it away and made me buy him a new one. Oh and I also found a Meeko doll covered with semen behind the couch in the living room.
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I Watson posted:I can only guess it was the dulcet tones of Scott McNeil. Wasn't he basically gargling glass the whole time he did that role? I admit it's been since my high school days since I've seen DBZ
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the kawaiiest posted:It seems we may have found someone to rival to repulsiveness of Jed, previous proprietor of the poo poo lasagna. Though I doubt anything can match the true depths of insanity contained in that little link.
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God dammit, DBZ is about over-muscled men and aliens beating the crap out of each other and blowing up everything with giant kiai screams. I loved the crap out of that show when I was a kid and these stories are ruining it for me.
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Sable Stormfront posted:It seems we may have found someone to rival to repulsiveness of Jed, previous proprietor of the poo poo lasagna. Though I doubt anything can match the true depths of insanity contained in that little link. I think Jed's insanity and poo poo lasagna were the pinnacle of insanity and poo poo lasagnas. On that note, I never thought I would hear about a poo poo lasagna ever again in any context. This thread never ceases to amaze. purple_sammich fucked around with this message at 08:24 on Dec 16, 2011 |
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uglynoodles posted:Is now a good time to mention that Denise told me her very first animu boyfriend (Even before Heero) was in fact, Piccolo? I don't know how everyone else here feels, but I would love to hear more insane stories about this chick. A lot more.
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the kawaiiest posted:Oh and I also found a Meeko doll covered with semen behind the couch in the living room. What the christ is it about plushophiles / deviant furries and Meeko, of all characters, specifically. The horrifying image of that one Meeko plush modified to have "strategically placed holes" will forever be burned into my psyche thanks to weekend web or something...
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Piccolo is apparently the rubber man-whore of the astral plains. Who knew?the kawaiiest posted:FURRIES I remember you mentioned this in the PYF Trainwrecks thread. I don't know how you managed to live with him for so many months (that rug ) but you are definitely a stronger person than I am. The boyfriend stinking up the funeral (after his mother's suicide) is still the worst part of the whole story for me.OldMemes posted:Bollywood version of The Room Non Krampus Mentis posted:
Hahahahaha oh my god I never thought of it that way. It all makes sense now! (no it doesn't) I can't really recall the technical details, but here's a quick summary: Scripting All the dialogue were improvised or close to it. At least, I don't want to believe that Henriette sat down to write the NICE BOY and REFRESHING GLASS OF ORANGE JUICE dialogue, read it over and nodded saying, "this is a good movie." Presumably, Henriette had all her dialogue in her head. However, without a script or storyboard (presumably) and with nobody to actually read through them, the whole film appeared to suffer from a lack of pacing, theme, tone, or even good writing in general. This was compounded by the fact that more often than not (as shown in my case) we were not told what she was going to say, so actors/actresses often react with genuine surprise or confusion to her lines. I Will Survive! was all about telling a story without the storytelling. Camerawork As mentioned earlier, the camera was a flimsy little camcorder on a stand. Based on my acting experience in the show, we all had to pause mid-speech and mid-action in order for a Thespian Society member to shift it around. There was no storyboard so there was no telling when the shifting happened - it all relied on when Henriette yelled "Cut!" One scene I recall is the ORANGE JUICE scene. Everytime Hinder was speaking and the focus was on him, the camera would be placed behind Henriette just slightly beyond her right shoulder. This meant that most of the frame was the back of Henriette's head (showing us her beautiful hair, which she scratched oh so often), with Hinder occupying maybe 30%. When Henriette spoke it was vice versa. Editing I am inclined to believe that every single film that Henriette recorded which did not have a mistake was in I Will Survive!. There were boring long scenes of people opening the door and closing the door, sitting down and standing up, walking down hallways of nothing and so on and so forth. This likely was due to a lack of both script and storyboard, and it made simple scenes which I have described so quickly in the previous entry LONG AS gently caress for no good reason. The ORANGE JUICE scene went on for ages because it needed to feature Henriette coming to the restaurant in her car, walking to the restaurant, the waiter walking to the door, the waiter opening (then closing) the door, Henriette walking to her seat, Henriette pulling her seat, Henriette sitting down, Henriette scratching her head, EVERYTHING without any dialogue and just filler. Special Effects Although Henriette seemingly used an Adobe product to splice and edit the film, the transitions, title cards and other effects all looked like they came from Microsoft Movie Maker. When Shum and Henriette first met a big spun around the screen.Sound Sound was recorded off the little mic in the Panasonic camcorder i.e. asking for trouble. As expected, all background sound was recorded, which made the cafe and restaurant scenes especially grating. Even worse was the fact that Henriette kept pulling her chair across the floor so we could hear every fingernails-on-blackboard sound. Any scene filmed outdoors had the sound of wind blowing and traffic noises to stop us from hearing the actors speak. Henriette was, however, good enough to provide subtitles so we can read every terrible line. This whole writing of I Will Survive! is really ironic especially as I just received an email from a good friend asking to help out with his indie film production. Gonna demand a loving script this time.
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The Saddest Rhino posted:This meant that most of the frame was the back of Henriette's head (showing us her beautiful hair, which she scratched oh so often), with Hinder occupying maybe 30%. When Henriette spoke it was vice versa. a) How much of the screen time for "I will Surive" was her hair, approximately? b) Was her hair bad? (e.g. dandruff, oily, &c?)
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The Saddest Rhino posted:The boyfriend stinking up the funeral (after his mother's suicide) is still the worst part of the whole story for me. Well, you can be a little less sad, Rhino. The way the story was told, the skunk boyfriend went to the grandfather's funeral, which ended in a fitpitch. The mother's suicide came later, and there's no mention of a skunksuit at that funeral (doesn't mean there wasn't one, just wasn't part of the story). That's a very, very small saving grace, but sometimes you have to take it where you find it.
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Yond Cassius posted:Well, you can be a little less sad, Rhino. The way the story was told, the skunk boyfriend went to the grandfather's funeral, which ended in a fitpitch. The mother's suicide came later, and there's no mention of a skunksuit at that funeral (doesn't mean there wasn't one, just wasn't part of the story).
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Dec 16, 2011 10:20
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