Sunday, November 27, 2005

Eccers you know you are welcome in Calgary anytime mate. Just dont bring avian bird flu with you.

Just dont expect a rip roarious time of boobs, booze and other cool stuff. Not to say that it is boring here, but I am relaxing in my old age. Ah who the hell am i Kidding, we'll go out every night. First round is on you though, with the whole exchange rate thing.

We'll go out to Banff, Lake Louise, maybe take a day trip to Montana to see the americans do stupid shit. If i pass my driving test by then. Shit.

Laters matey.

Lighting continuity is a bitch.

When shooting a cinematography assignment for school a few weeks ago I was all gung ho about creating a sequence on film that could be cut together.

Problem is I failed to really look at what I was shooting as a whole, I was more interested in collecting individually cool shots as opposed to thinking about the bigger picture (nope, the stupid pun was not intended). So needless to say, my sequence will not cut together seamlessly due to the varying lighting ratios I used for the same location and time. The two other bits will work quite well. Though in all honesty another sequence would work to tie everything together narratively speaking, this I also lack. Lets see if i can work wonders for the $100 film festival, which i will probably miss due to school projects.

On another note I have 2 reels of super 8mm to be developed, it is still in my fridge. A mate at school was going to send his off with mine to be developed but he is being really slack. And my procrastinations are amazing.

Laters people.

Sheff

Well hello there how are you all doing?

Enjoying my blog I hope, any hoo here is an update on my dental master plan.

Wisdom teeth shall be extracted while under general aneasthetic on the 30th of December, yep I get to spend new years eve all wrapped up on the sofa in pain watching movies.

I require four full days of doing nothing, not something i find at all difficult, then its back to normal.

On the 12th of January however is the day i get fitted with braces, yay. I must admit I am apprehensive but a good friend explained that I will have the rest of my life to enjoy and appreciate my teeth and smile. Honestly its not that bad but I think I can handle it.

Approximately 12 to 18 months after this I will be having maxillofacial surgery on my lower jaw to correct the remaining overbite. A girl in my class had something similiar done mind you when she was 16, and has encouraged me I'll be better off with it that without, she is also a very pretty young woman so I trust she has a good perspective on the matter. Not that I am shallow I just believe it is an issue of self esteem as well as personal choices on aesthetics. I witnessed my self on film the other day in low contrast black and white, the profile of my face is distinctive but not in a bad way just displeasing to my eye and yes i do have trouble watching my self on screen. This confirmed exactly why i am having this done, these reasons I shan't share with you yet. In two years time it will all fit together figuratively and literally. See you then.

From the sheff himself.

Monday, November 21, 2005

What can I say eccers, you're right. In fact he is usually right.

Now I come to think of it the picture is from 2004.

In my defense people it was rather late when i posted this so yeah, I did not think straight.

On a lighter noteI got 100% on one of my craft tech tests today, makes up for the one where I got 60%.

Other than that, have a fine effing day, cos it too cold for me, I am a wuss when it comes to this Calgary winter.

Sheff

Sunday, November 20, 2005

I should really start emailing people, it's so easy cheap and efficient, I just have trouble getting round to it.

Perhaps I should email rather that post on my blog, infact I should email everyone my blog address.

Yes perfect, why didn't i think of that sooner.

What a tool.

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Adventures in dentist land.

I have 3 "dentist's", the first is Dr. Alok Singh, nice guy but scruffy as hell, when I first met him I thought he was the janitor of the dental practice. He did some of my fillings first off and motivated me to get the rest of my teeth sorted out.

The second is Dr. Kamelchuk, well presented this time round but quick in his statements so I have to ask lots of questions which is not bad really. He was mean to do my braces, but I have to have my wisdom teeth out (more on that later). Stinking rich obviously judging by his demeanour, office furnishings and size of practice.

The third is Dr. Bereau, european dude, funny, but doesn't like being called a dentist much prefers the term maxillofacial surgeon. He is going to do my jaw surgery soon hopefully, I'm having my lower jaw brought forward along with the braces should correct my overbite.

Wisdom teeth are a bitch, I should have had them out years ago just never got round to it. Went to my appointment for my extraction on friday, everything was going swimmingly until Dr. Singh started injecting aneasthetic into my upper right jaw. I get a shooting nerve pain down my right cheek, which then proceed to swell up and go pale white. Brilliant, I was all gung ho and now they cant proceed till they know whats wrong. Problem is they don't have a clue. But i do, in 2001 my sister and I were coming back from a bar in london. We get on the train to go home, and between liverpool street station and stratford a steamer gang (gangs that walk up the train robbing people) we get off but they follow us. The idea was to catch a cab but of course no cabs, standing their waiting for a cab, they approach us from behind. To cut out all the details one of them punches me twice well i think it was twice from the side and hits me in the cheek right beneath the eye. They run off, we call the police, and i go to hospital to get x-rays. I wait for 5 hours, at night it takes ages. The Doc says there is nothing wrong so I believe him, end of.

FFWD to 2005, in the dentist chair i get a streaming fiery pain in my face, Dr. Singh x-rays me again and points out a line on my cheekbone/orbit that could mean it broke and then healed creating scar tissue, when he injected the aneasthetic it created a pressure build up that caused me a brief but great deal of pain along the nerve. So this means 1 of two things. 1st) I either don't have my wisdom teeth out which frankly is not an option, and 2) get put under ( i've never done a general aneasthetic) and have em taken out that way. problem is i need a referral to Dr. Bereau who may take up to 3 months to fit my in which sucks monkey ass.

Just hope I can be seen and have whipped out P.D.Q. Otherwise, well you get it, bollox. Essentially walked to the mall to have my face frozen. Double bollox.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

When I get around to it I'll publish my degree dissertation, updated slight of course, in the mean time, here is a picture, not sure of what as i am un yet decided.

Enjoy

The Sheff-meister,

"One minute.....This is the beginning. We're at ground zero. Maybe you should say a few words, to mark the occasion"
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My mates: Eccers (Left) Ben (Right) playing fifa 2003, Manchester Uni Feb 2003.

Here is an essay on the genre of Annie Hall, have a read, take a butchers, have a ganj, take peep,

ANNIE HALL: A GENRE ANALYSIS.
Ira Konigsberg defines genre as “A group of films having recognizably similar plots, character types, settings, filmic techniques and themes.”1 By this definition what would Annie Hall (Woody Allen, 1977) be best considered as in terms of Genre? We can rule out Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Horror, Action and Adventure, but that leaves comedy, romance and drama out of the most basic genres of film. This is where this analysis is important, Annie Hall is notoriously difficult to pigeonhole in such a way one can not say that Annie Hall is outright a comedy, though it is funny to some, nor is it fully romantic though the plot revolves around Singer (Woody Allen) and Hall’s (Diane Keaton) relationship. The drama is however intrinsic and essential to Annie Hall, the drama increases and builds until Alvy Singer says something sarcastic and pithy to diffuse the situation, this continuous juxtaposition of dialogue does not suit any of the basic genres.

Konigsberg further states that “The simple repetition of generic conventions creates films that are dull and clichéd”2. One thing that can be said about Annie Hall is that it is neither dull nor clichéd, at one point Singer and Hall are in the line up to see a movie, a loud pretentious man is talking behind them and says something critical of philosopher and media critic Marshal Mclewan. Woody Allen’s character becomes enraged (as much as Woody Allen can get) steps out of the line up, confronts this man and then disappears behind a cinema standee to retrieve Marshal Mclewan himself who proceeds to bust the pretentious man in a single sentence, Alvy Singer addresses the camera with a sarcastic remark and everything goes back to normal. This is just one of many situations where the audience is unwittingly taken out of the scene by the impossible or unlikely action within it, a definite indicator of the unusual and somewhat original as opposed to the dull or clichéd. These scenes in and of themselves however did represent an infancy of a new style of filmmaking especially for a Hollywood production, a self parodying and self referential style; an archetype of post modern western filmmaking. Recognizably similar filmic techniques and themes these are not if one were to look at other romance, comedy and drama films (and any permutations of the three) made in Hollywood during and before Annie Hall. However they are present in the Italian neo-realism movement and the French new wave of the 50’s and 60’s. Of which Allen/Alvy refers to many times during Annie Hall.

The basis of a romantic comedy, however, is the stereotypical ‘boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back’ plot, Annie Hall gets 2 out the three. For Annie Hall the basis is that boy meets girl then boy loses girl twice, the end. In this we have to look at what happens in between these significant events, and specifically their character traits and behaviour. They meet at a tennis game shared with mutual friends; Annie offers Alvy a lift home scaring the proverbial poo out of him in the process, he makes his move and everything is hunky-dory for a while. They break up over a neurotic argument, but get back together again, technically though Alvy never gets the girl back in the true sense, they are ‘dead sharks’ they just don’t realise it. This is hinted at first and foremost when we witness Annie sparking up a joint before making love, first time Alvy is not too fussed the second time is more significant in that Annie ghosts herself (i.e. separates mind from body which the audience witnesses visually). The act of smoking the pot removes her head from the act of sex with Alvy. The points where Alvy reminisces and indeed witnesses first hand (again) his own childhood are important motivation and reasoning behind his character traits and behaviour. They both have trouble expressing their true feelings, an often used template of tension between characters. Bordwell and Thompson illiterate by saying “The introspective performance of Woody Allen and Diane Keaton in Annie Hall, built around vague gestures and small changes in expression, suit a film about characters trying to define and articulate their feelings.”3
These ‘vague gestures and small changes in expression’ are what help make a character believable (if one takes out of the equation the skill of the actor), this is true in Annie Hall but the aforementioned ghosting and reminiscing are what define these characters, and in turn the characters define the plot of the film. These definitive scenes mark the major plot points in the film, and again the recognizably similar plots and character types which define a genre are lacking in Annie Hall.

When one thinks of genre there is often some contention as to what defines a specific genre as a whole, and as such Annie Hall is full of contentions. It contains elements of comedy, drama and romance not to mentions specific styles, or imitations of styles, of filmmaking. The comedy derives itself from Alvy and his neuroses, the spider in the bath, the lobster under the fridge and Annie Halls brother all being excellent examples. These situations are made funny by Alvy’s constant talking, uttering sarcastic and self deprecating remarks. The romance and the disintegration of their relationship have a tragi-comic element brought on by both of the main characters neuroses; the idea is that it should be heartbreaking to some and hilarious to others. The rules of genre, however loose they may be, still do not apply because of this constant overlap in addition to the unusual and distinctive aspects of the story. The term ‘recognizably similar’ provides the means to analyse Annie Hall in terms of other films like it. Whether these character types and plots Konigsberg speak of exist in Annie Hall or not does not mean a genre is unattainable, just it has yet to match a suit or type as yet defined. It is not the purpose of this analysis to define this genre but to analyse where it fits currently, which is nowhere.
BIBLIOGRAPHY:
1. Konigsberg, I. The complete Film Dictionary, 2nd Edition, BLOOMSBURY: London, 1997. Pg 164.
2. Ibid, Pg 164.
3. Bordwell, D. & Thomson, K. Film Art: An Introduction 4th Edition, McGraw-Hill: London, 1993. Pg 160.

Friday, November 11, 2005

HERE IS MY DOG PUFFIN, WELL HE IS A FAMILY DOG. The purpose of this post is simple

Is He CUTE and GOOD or is he CUTE and EVIL?!?!?!?!

You decide.

Sheff

Check cheddar like a food inspector,

actually don't but check out this advert from sony,

http://www.bravia-advert.com/index.html

I personally think it is an amazing piece of work.

Colours.

Enjoy.

Sheff.

The remaining rules to a fantastic party,

8: Dont put off creating a blog about how cool a party is, cos you'll forget ever'ting'.

9) make sure any video footage of you doing "stuff" is well distributed among friends so that you have no chance of destroying it, face it you really want to know how stupid you were. Personally, "the search for data has failed" and "I love girls, all girls, yep, i love girls" work best for embarassing moments. I have not seen my terrible video appearances yet, but hey I live in hope.

10) If your host decides to hold another party a week later just for the sake of it don't get a cold. Because that can seriously screw up any party plans. I left some jack Daniels at my mates house and no doubt it is now well digested and broken down by numerous filmies/drunks. Ahh I wonder if those alcoholic molecule will ever get back to louisiana where they can be made back into Whiskey. It like the old statistic that one has drunk the same glass of water 9 time but only more gross.

11) Make sure there are girls at the party cos otherwise it turns into a sausage fest. Bollocks. Luckily this one I am talking about had plenty so yeah.

I am not sure how i did it but I found a link to a website that has closeup videos (shoulders and up, what do you think i am a pervert) of people coming. it is called www.beautifulagony.com and it is quite a laugh.

Another link for your time wasting day is www.uea.com these guys are mental urban underground explorers, I first read about them in an issue of DOSE and they explore urban (i.e. cities and town) underground locations from sewers to old hospitals and factories. Crazy feckers but somewhat appealing.

Adios mateys.

"People were always asking me, did I know Tyler Durden".

Saturday, November 05, 2005

I am a film geek, and as the first time I have posted a blog you all should know I am very proud of that fact, and nearly all of my mates are film geeks.

If you want to know what type of crazy shit film geeks get up to read on
remembering the following circumstances :

  1. Near empty house with no risk of mature or middle age personage interruption.
  2. Copious amount of alcohol and other such accoutrements.
  3. A twin headed shower big enough to play twister in.
  4. Video cameras.

This is however of course my subjective story.

Myself and 3 other soon to be party goers part ways after viewing and discussing (at length) the pros and cons of Jarhead (Sam Mendes, 2005). One pair (me not included) head straight to the party, I get a lift home off Rhett. Here I am forced to quickly do what i came to do, mainly change some items of clothing and pillage my house of beer. Rhett seems intent on kidnapping my dog, Puffin (photos soon to follow). I am all set to go but rhett continues to play with my four legged hyperactive canine associate. I drag him away (Rhett not the dog). Here we are at rule number one:

  1. Always buy beer/wine/spirits if intending to drink at said party. Do not drive all the way there and suddenly realise that you have to leech of someone. Neither my self or my temporary chauffer broke this rule.

Also while buying beer it is recommended not to flirt with the whale of an cashier especially if she is an australian (ozzy rules football is weird).

We head to the party, as soon we pull up I can here it is in full swing. We exit the vehicle and walk up the path the front door to the house is wide open and a plethora of people are sat in a 3 foot wide hall way sucking on a shisha pipe.

Rule number 2:

Do not try to walk over these people they may hurt you by pulling hairs out of your shin or arse cleavage.

I proceed around back to find a further group of people imbibing fermented beverages:

Rule number 3:

Polish vodka with a % proof of 96 is by all intents and purposes rocket fuel. Do not drink it, well you can try it, but it evaporates at room temperature if unsealed.

Rule number 4:

Do not intentionally scare people who are on mushrooms, only do it accidently cos it is well more funny.

Rule Number 5:

If you brought a camera, get it out now and start taking pictures that become progressively blurrier the more you drink.

The host is now definitely with the man with the mostest, and is having a ball, so much so he ignores the fact people are climbing the trees in the back yard NEXT TO phone cable tv and internet lines. Not electrical power lines like he so vehemently attested to for about 3 seconds.

Rule number 6:

Puff, puff, pass. nuff said.

Oh yes, guys who've had surgical treatment for testicular cancer both literally walk and talk funny. And a week after halloween it still sounds and looks effing hilarious when you dont know why he is walking and talking like that.

Rule number 7:

Going for pizza by your self is boring sober and drunk its like an expedition into unknown territory.

Right that is it for now, If anyone should happen to read this I disavow any knowledge, but dont forget to read part 2 coming soon.