amazing how fake that slap looks.
definitely didn't feel fake.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
also
from cartoonbrew.com
7200 Frames is seeking independent animators from around the US with ideas for a short (five minute=7200 frames) animated film. The chosen films will be fully funded and the process will be documented on video from start to finish. According to their website:
The documentary series will be about the artists and the behind the scenes process of the creation of the animated films, so the submitting artist must be comfortable appearing on camera. The artists must be able to draw, animate and direct – as well as commit to a 4-6 week exclusive production schedule. Interviews will be held in Los Angeles and San Diego in Summer 2009. Applicants must be 18 or older.
Animators must submit portfolio or reel AND live footage of the artist describing his/her film idea. This live interview should be no longer than five minutes. All submissions are due by June 26, 2009.
Animators will be considered for this project during judging sessions that will take place during 2 days in LA and 2 days at the San Diego Comic Con (the producers have reserved a boat behind the Marriot for the judging).
For more information and a trailer, check the 7200 Frames website.
http://www.7200frames.com/7200_frames/Animation_Documentary_Series.html
also
some amazing animation techniques that I have never seen before. Daniel Davids and the 'Stratacut' technique.
http://www.artofthetitle.com/2009/06/01/freaked/
also
some amazing pixellation
the car tango is stunning.
http://www.cartoonbrew.com/brewtv/doxology-by-michael-langan.html
the official site
http://www.doxologyfilm.com/index.html
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Act Without Words A Mime For One Player
Samuel Beckett
Desert. Dazzling light.
The man is flung backwards on stage from right wing. He falls, gets up immediately, dusts himself off, turns aside, reflects.
Whistle from right wing.
He reflects, goes out right.
Immediately flung back on stage he falls, gets up immediately, dusts himself off, turns aside, reflects.
Whistle from left wing.
He reflects, goes out left.
Immediately flung back on stage he falls, gets up immediately, dusts himself off, turns asides, reflects.
Whistle from left wing.
He reflects, goes towards left wing, hesitates, thinks better of it, halts, turns aside, reflects.
A little tree descends from flies, lands.
It has a single bough some three yards from ground and at its summit a meager tuft of palms casting at its foot a circle of shadow.
He continues to reflect.
Whistle from above.
He turns, sees tree, reflects, goes to it, sits down in its shadow, looks at his hands.
A pair of tailor’s scissors descends from flies, comes to rest before tree, a yard from ground.
He continues to look at his hands.
Whistle from above.
He looks up, sees scissors, takes them and starts to trim his nails.
The palms close like a parasol, the shadow disappears.
He drops scissors, reflects.
A tiny carafe, to which is attached a huge label inscribed WATER, descends from flies to some three yards from ground where it remains dangling.
He continues to reflect.
Whistle from above.
He looks up, sees carafe, reflects, gets up, goes and stands under it, tries in vain to reach it, renounces, turns aside, reflects.
A big cube descends from flies, lands.
He continues to reflect.
Whistle from above.
He turns, sees cube, looks at it, at carafe, reflects, goes to cube, takes it up, carries it over and sets it down under carafe, tests its stability, gets up on it, tries in vain to reach carafe, renounces, gets down, carries cube back to its place, turns aside, reflects.
A second smaller cube descends from flies, lands.
He continues to reflect.
Whistle from above.
He turns, sees second cube, looks at it, at carafe, goes to second cube, takes it up, carries it over and sets it down under carafe, tests its stability, gets up on it, tries in vain to reach carafe, renounces, gets down, takes up second cube to carry it back to its place, hesitates, thinks better of it, sets it down, goes to big cube, takes it up, carries it over and puts it on small one, tests their stability, gets up on them, the cubes collapse, he falls, gets up immediately, brushes himself off, reflects.
He takes up small cube, puts it on big one, tests their stability, gets up on them and is about to reach carafe when it is pulled up a little way and comes to rest beyond his reach.
He gets down, reflects, carries cubes back to their place, one by one, turns aside, reflects.
A third still smaller cube descends from flies, lands.
He continues to reflect.
Whistle from above.
He turns, sees third cube, looks at it, reflects, turns aside, reflects.
The third cube is pulled up and disappears in flies.
Beside carafe a rope descends from flies, with knots to facilitate assent.
He continues to reflect.
Whistle from above.
He turns, sees rope, reflects, goes to it, climbs up it and is about to reach carafe when rope is let out and deposits him back on the ground.
He reflects, looks around for scissors, sees them, goes and picks them up, returns to rope and starts to cut it with scissors.
The rope is pulled up, lifts him off ground, he hangs on, succeeds in cutting rope, falls back on ground, drops scissors, falls, gets up again immediately, brushes himself off, reflects.
The rope is pulled up quickly and disappears in flies.
With length of rope in his possession he makes a lasso with which he tries to lasso carafe.
The carafe is pulled up quickly and disappears in flies.
He turns aside, reflects.
He goes with lasso in his hand to tree, looks at bough, turns and looks at cubes, looks again at bough, drops lasso, goes to cubes, takes up small one, carries it over and sets it down under bough, goes back for big one, takes it up and carries it over under bough, makes to put it on small one, hesitates, thinks better of it, sets it down, takes up small one and puts it on big one, tests their stability, turns aside and stoops to pick up lasso.
The bough folds down against trunk.
He straightens up with lasso in his hands, turns and sees what has happened.
He drops lasso, turns aside, reflects.
He carries back cubes to their place, one by one, goes back for lasso, carries it over to cubes and lays it in a neat coil on small one.
He turns aside, reflects.
Whistle from right wing.
He reflects, goes out right.
Immediately flung back on stage he falls, gets up immediately, brushes himself off, turns aside, reflects.
Whistle from left wing.
He does not move.
He looks at his hands, looks around for scissors, sees them, goes and picks them up, starts to trim his nails, stops, reflects, runs his finger along blade of scissors, goes and lays them on small cube, turns aside, opens his collar, frees his neck and fingers it.
The small cube is pulled up and disappears in flies, carrying away rope and scissors.
He turns to take scissors, sees what has happened.
He turns aside, reflects.
He goes and sits down on big cube.
The big cube is pulled from under him. He falls. The big cube is pulled up and disappears in flies.
He remains lying on his side,
his face toward auditorium, staring before him.
The carafe descends from flies and comes to rest a few feet from his body.
He does not move.
Whistle from above.
He does not move.
The carafe descends further, dangles and plays about his face.
He does not move.
The carafe is pulled up and disappears in flies.
The bough returns to horizontal, the palms open, the shadow returns.
Whistle from above.
He does not move.
The tree is pulled up and disappears in flies.
He looks at his hands.
Curtain
What have the creators of Beckett on film done to this?
Everything seems overdone, overproduced, overdramatised.
The comic timing that would make this amazing to watch has been mangled, along with the simplicity.
similar with the version of waiting for godot, everything is done so seriously, and not in a Buster Keaton 'stoneface' seriousness but a shortland street, or dungeons and dragons(the movie) seriousness. this is really not a take on the work that I agree with...
The sequel, I suppose...
[speaking of krapps last tape]
from:http://www.guardian.co.uk/stage/2006/mar/01/theatre.beckettat100
Charlie Chaplin
More Beckett
from:http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2006/08/07/060807crbo_books?currentPage=all
Buster Keaton
From:http://www.samuel-beckett.net/imagery.html
also, Buster Keaton Starred in 'Film' by Beckett(I just discovered)
http://www.waitingforgodottheplay.com/
Still to read:
http://www.samuel-beckett.net/ParfittGoingsOn.html
http://www.jasonwaltman.com/papers/human-condition.html
Samuel-beckett.net (in general)
Samuel Beckett
Desert. Dazzling light.
The man is flung backwards on stage from right wing. He falls, gets up immediately, dusts himself off, turns aside, reflects.
Whistle from right wing.
He reflects, goes out right.
Immediately flung back on stage he falls, gets up immediately, dusts himself off, turns aside, reflects.
Whistle from left wing.
He reflects, goes out left.
Immediately flung back on stage he falls, gets up immediately, dusts himself off, turns asides, reflects.
Whistle from left wing.
He reflects, goes towards left wing, hesitates, thinks better of it, halts, turns aside, reflects.
A little tree descends from flies, lands.
It has a single bough some three yards from ground and at its summit a meager tuft of palms casting at its foot a circle of shadow.
He continues to reflect.
Whistle from above.
He turns, sees tree, reflects, goes to it, sits down in its shadow, looks at his hands.
A pair of tailor’s scissors descends from flies, comes to rest before tree, a yard from ground.
He continues to look at his hands.
Whistle from above.
He looks up, sees scissors, takes them and starts to trim his nails.
The palms close like a parasol, the shadow disappears.
He drops scissors, reflects.
A tiny carafe, to which is attached a huge label inscribed WATER, descends from flies to some three yards from ground where it remains dangling.
He continues to reflect.
Whistle from above.
He looks up, sees carafe, reflects, gets up, goes and stands under it, tries in vain to reach it, renounces, turns aside, reflects.
A big cube descends from flies, lands.
He continues to reflect.
Whistle from above.
He turns, sees cube, looks at it, at carafe, reflects, goes to cube, takes it up, carries it over and sets it down under carafe, tests its stability, gets up on it, tries in vain to reach carafe, renounces, gets down, carries cube back to its place, turns aside, reflects.
A second smaller cube descends from flies, lands.
He continues to reflect.
Whistle from above.
He turns, sees second cube, looks at it, at carafe, goes to second cube, takes it up, carries it over and sets it down under carafe, tests its stability, gets up on it, tries in vain to reach carafe, renounces, gets down, takes up second cube to carry it back to its place, hesitates, thinks better of it, sets it down, goes to big cube, takes it up, carries it over and puts it on small one, tests their stability, gets up on them, the cubes collapse, he falls, gets up immediately, brushes himself off, reflects.
He takes up small cube, puts it on big one, tests their stability, gets up on them and is about to reach carafe when it is pulled up a little way and comes to rest beyond his reach.
He gets down, reflects, carries cubes back to their place, one by one, turns aside, reflects.
A third still smaller cube descends from flies, lands.
He continues to reflect.
Whistle from above.
He turns, sees third cube, looks at it, reflects, turns aside, reflects.
The third cube is pulled up and disappears in flies.
Beside carafe a rope descends from flies, with knots to facilitate assent.
He continues to reflect.
Whistle from above.
He turns, sees rope, reflects, goes to it, climbs up it and is about to reach carafe when rope is let out and deposits him back on the ground.
He reflects, looks around for scissors, sees them, goes and picks them up, returns to rope and starts to cut it with scissors.
The rope is pulled up, lifts him off ground, he hangs on, succeeds in cutting rope, falls back on ground, drops scissors, falls, gets up again immediately, brushes himself off, reflects.
The rope is pulled up quickly and disappears in flies.
With length of rope in his possession he makes a lasso with which he tries to lasso carafe.
The carafe is pulled up quickly and disappears in flies.
He turns aside, reflects.
He goes with lasso in his hand to tree, looks at bough, turns and looks at cubes, looks again at bough, drops lasso, goes to cubes, takes up small one, carries it over and sets it down under bough, goes back for big one, takes it up and carries it over under bough, makes to put it on small one, hesitates, thinks better of it, sets it down, takes up small one and puts it on big one, tests their stability, turns aside and stoops to pick up lasso.
The bough folds down against trunk.
He straightens up with lasso in his hands, turns and sees what has happened.
He drops lasso, turns aside, reflects.
He carries back cubes to their place, one by one, goes back for lasso, carries it over to cubes and lays it in a neat coil on small one.
He turns aside, reflects.
Whistle from right wing.
He reflects, goes out right.
Immediately flung back on stage he falls, gets up immediately, brushes himself off, turns aside, reflects.
Whistle from left wing.
He does not move.
He looks at his hands, looks around for scissors, sees them, goes and picks them up, starts to trim his nails, stops, reflects, runs his finger along blade of scissors, goes and lays them on small cube, turns aside, opens his collar, frees his neck and fingers it.
The small cube is pulled up and disappears in flies, carrying away rope and scissors.
He turns to take scissors, sees what has happened.
He turns aside, reflects.
He goes and sits down on big cube.
The big cube is pulled from under him. He falls. The big cube is pulled up and disappears in flies.
He remains lying on his side,
his face toward auditorium, staring before him.
The carafe descends from flies and comes to rest a few feet from his body.
He does not move.
Whistle from above.
He does not move.
The carafe descends further, dangles and plays about his face.
He does not move.
The carafe is pulled up and disappears in flies.
The bough returns to horizontal, the palms open, the shadow returns.
Whistle from above.
He does not move.
The tree is pulled up and disappears in flies.
He looks at his hands.
Curtain
What have the creators of Beckett on film done to this?
Everything seems overdone, overproduced, overdramatised.
The comic timing that would make this amazing to watch has been mangled, along with the simplicity.
similar with the version of waiting for godot, everything is done so seriously, and not in a Buster Keaton 'stoneface' seriousness but a shortland street, or dungeons and dragons(the movie) seriousness. this is really not a take on the work that I agree with...
The sequel, I suppose...
Vladimir and Estragon speak to each other in the anxious, cajoling way human beings speak to themselves in their private moments. Fears are expressed and dismissed only to be unhelpfully reiterated in slightly different ways. Their feelings of love and hatred for each other jostle and even combine in the same impossible, tiny moment...
...they are doomed to encircle the same futile topics for ever - and they don't like it. They are waiting for Godot but they are also contemplating suicide. Like Hamlet, they are even powerless to end their lives as they suspect it may only deliver them into another, perhaps even more painful existence...
[speaking of krapps last tape]
His life appears to be an exercise in literally marking time, recording his diminishing sexual adventures and his laughable inability to kick his dependence on alcohol - and bananas.
from:http://www.guardian.co.uk/stage/2006/mar/01/theatre.beckettat100
Charlie Chaplin
More Beckett
“there is nothing to express, nothing with which to express, nothing from which to express, no power to express, no desire to express, together with the obligation to express.”
“I can’t go on, I’ll go on.”
from:http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2006/08/07/060807crbo_books?currentPage=all
Buster Keaton
to say something meaningful would be mere competence
From:http://www.samuel-beckett.net/imagery.html
also, Buster Keaton Starred in 'Film' by Beckett(I just discovered)
Murphy
Beckett's comic masterpiece about "romantic entanglements that foil the search for metaphysical certitude". Narrated by Fionnula Flanagan and featuring 20 of the finest English and Irish voices. Produced in association with Viper Records, TZ Entertainment and The San Quentin Drama Workshop.
The complete unabridged text on six CDs, $50.00. Available at no cost to prisons.
Listen to six Sections -- more than an hour -- in streaming broadband mp3 (160Kbps).
http://www.waitingforgodottheplay.com/
Still to read:
http://www.samuel-beckett.net/ParfittGoingsOn.html
http://www.jasonwaltman.com/papers/human-condition.html
Samuel-beckett.net (in general)
Thursday, June 4, 2009
this took a little longer to upload than I had hoped. damn slow internets.{edit, this time it should work}
I really enjoy moments in here, such as when there is no huge movements but it's made of hundreds of frames. There's an awkward jerking that happens because of the roughness with which it is made that's slightly eery(00:00:17/00:00:20)
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
New Directions
less defined, more ambiguous, still animation(pixellation).
Moving back to near the start.
Also reading lots of Samuel Beckett (thanks Maddie!)
Spending my final year of the bachelor working towards a predefined outcome felt so so wrong. Hopefully this will free things up a bit.
we will see.
Moving back to near the start.
Also reading lots of Samuel Beckett (thanks Maddie!)
Spending my final year of the bachelor working towards a predefined outcome felt so so wrong. Hopefully this will free things up a bit.
we will see.
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