Friday, August 12, 2011

Behind the Scenes of "Marooned By An Indian Pimp"

        So I went on vacation for my 18th birthday to an island on the gulf of Mexico. When I got there I conjured an idea for a movie after seeing how empty the island was. There were only maybe 9 cars spread out through the whole three days. So I came up with the idea to do a short film about being stranded. So I took a whole bunch of footage with the idea in mind that I would do interior monologues and record those when I got home. I also knew I'd have to make a beginning and end at home. Like all of the movies I do, there is usually a dramatic theme that shifts in limbo between comedy and abstract drama. I've been told every film has this aspect to it. So NOT for lack of a better idea, I choose the plot to be centered around a guy not giving a gangster his money and so the gangster puts him on a deserted island. When he gets off the island and makes it home. He pays the drug dealer and goes home with a newfound appreciation for the easy life he never knew he had. I could have thought of something more realistic, but I tend to be attracted to the obscure impossabilities in the major plot line for the comedic aspects, but then keep the situation serious and intense and the characters absurd and irrational. As of this moment, I have not filmed the beginning or the end. I have the island and the conversation when he gets back between he and the drug dealer. Except I don't have drug dealer footage because I will be playing the Indian Pimp. Basically I have island footage from three different days. But only about 20 minutes of film from each day. My family helped me film because they're awesome. However they did quit on me every day after 20 minutes because they wanted to enjoy the vacation; understandable. I wouldn't have wanted to spend my 18th any other way besides making a movie.
          
             A lot of footage was unusable because my family didn't take certain aspects into consideration. I mean hey how are they supposed to know right? So sometimes there were other cars in the shot or telephone polls. So my usable footage in editing came to about 23 minutes. The idea now was to write a script for the beginning and ending with the pimp and my character and then interior dialogue throughout the island part of the movie. I have completed beginning and ending scripting, however, the monologue and cut editing needs work and structure. This will be the first movie that I ever wrote a script for. It still remains unusual though in that the footage on the island was all improv. I spent 15 minutes day before yesterday filming my character's half of the conversation post island. I don't think I would count that as a day. The ending will probably take a few hours and that combined I'd call a day. Three days of Island. Two days for beginning and end. However I have spent about a total of 3 days in editing. It took me 2 hours to put together the first teaser trailer. Editing I predict will take another 4-6 days. This also marks the first movie that I ever made taking more than one day. Every other of the 80 films I have on YouTube had a process.

Step 1: Have a scenario and asign characters 5 minutes max
Step 2: Randomly start filming the improv 1-4 hours
Step 3: editing 2-5 hours
Step 4: Uploading 10 minutes

The process was always the same, until of course this movie. I hope people like it a lot better than the other ones. I know the setting is more interested than the same old field or my house or Lukas's house that we always film in. Hopefully this gives it an interesting feel. It's a lot more work than what it looks like. However there is nothing I like doing more. If you have any questions about our videos or my new film "Marooned By An Indian Pimp" feel free to comment below or comment on YouTube. As I said as of this date the movie is not up yet but the first trailer is down below.

Once again this Kel's Insight, hope you learned a little movie makin' today. Keep an eye out for the film!

Friday, July 29, 2011

Know Where

                                                                                 Know Where
                                                                                    By Kelly Phelan
                                                                                 Written in A,B,A,B 7,5,7,5
1  The tale follows a lady
That nobody knows
Her past scarily shady
Though clear where she goes

2  She hides away from her woe
spectacularly
She puts on the earth's best show
Does so, Merrily

3  The girl however was lost
In a secret place
Knew not claustrophobic cost
Of such a small space

4  Everyone came to the show
Though nobody knew
It was such a happy glow
covering the stew

5  Some did know her location
Though not where she was
Only the dream vacation
She showed all of us

6  No one in and no one out
Twas the rule of the heart
And her compliance was stout
Then came a new part

For came a man from Know Where
A place in the mind
Where all can be seen from there,
And so he did find

8  The girl in the hidden realm
place of rejection
And she became over whelmed
At his affection

9  Love felt almost dutiful
This broken-heart dame
Struck him as more beautiful
Than a girl of fame

10  She curiously approached
This man's view's new way
Those around her really coached
She should stay away

11  Small embodiments of fear
The heart's advisers
Small people who were heard clear
Like abrupt geysers

12  They whispered to her to run
In the end she did
"Don't stop til you reach the sun"
Though here's what he did

13  He waited in his new place
Where he had been cast
The very same hurtful space
That was the girl's past

14  Although no show was conceived
No mask of his pain
All saw his world and believed
He had all to gain

15  Ride after ride tried to help
Help him to escape
He remained rooted like kelp
Buried up to his neck's nape

16  Time passed but he did stay
For her grand return
It did pay off; for one day
Luck came to his turn

17  She was back and the sun shined
He then turned and said
"I saw from Know Where; my mind
Thoughts of me weren't dead"

18  "I know you were in a place
Where you wanted me
Though you feared the scary chase
To become happy"

19  But soon the dark days crept near
They arrived at dawn
He realized she wasn't here
she had left and gone

20  This was the last they would see
They both became blind
She went back to her prison
He: back to his mind

21  Then he lost civility
He became enraged
He lost his ability
And nothing had changed

22  Now he had nothing to show
For his love and wait
Now he didn't even know
Where was his soul mate

23  He could not access Know Where
He was lost like her
He tried so hard not to care;
That's not how things were

24  All the time; the girl knew this
She was in Know Where
She knew the truth but choose bliss
Deep down she did care

25  She tried to convince her heart
He was a bad man
Missing him would never start
From the truth she ran

26  She left him in suffering
In brutal, long pain
And now she is buffering
the dents from the rain

27  Life is short, she did not act
She left it alone
And she mended her heart's pact
To go it alone

28  She abused Know Where in vein
She found not new joy
She found not one single grain
She uses decoys

29  The story is now ended
They both learned to cope
All they've done is pretended
They don't wish for hope

30  Know Where sees the here and now
Can't see future's sight
Both secretly wish somehow
They will reunite

31  So comes a time in one's life
Where they're in Know Where
They cut through shows like a knife
They see, and they care

32  They shall see someone's true whole
Like nobody's seen
They'll see their entire soul
And what their worth means

33  Neither man nor girl did win
They just hide their love
Will they ever speak again....
...Does push come to shove?







Sunday, July 24, 2011

uh

I just accidentally followed myself when I was trying to subscribe to someone's blog. I have no idea how to unsubscribe myself but I look pretty stupid right now.

If you have any insight for me leave a comment down below, haha thanks

Healthy

                It is a taboo subject that American people are getting fatter every year. People get an image in their mind when you ask them what the average American looks like and they will picture a fat stupid person. This is however a very hateful stereotype that shouldn't be accepted as much as any racial slur. Look at yourself, you are probably an average citizen. Are you an obese moron walking around with your eyes crossed? more than likely not; which means that is not the average person. Mexico has recently passed America up for the greatest obesity.
       Beginning in the 1920s, America hit a period of consumerism. People began making products that were more in the realm of luxury. Leisure items became a big seller and made the economy boom of course until the great depression. Ever since then however, America has become in a market place of making everything easier. Buy this product because it makes cleaning easier. Buy this; it makes meal time faster. Buy this because it provides much more entertainment and thus; the ultimate goal; to give you more relaxation time. There is now a lot more to do inside the house than outside. So people started staying indoors. Fast food gradually rose to cultural super stardom over the course of the last 60 years. junk food also became more prominent. We live in a culture now where fresh fruit in a stocking at Christmas would put a scowl on most faces. Video games, movies, television, Internet, and ready made tasty food keeps more and more people inside for longer and longer times. This is a big contributor to the fact. Plus people are busier now. Jobs are more demanding, everyday economic and social transactions are more elaborate and more involved. People don't have time anymore to make sure they are getting 8 cups of water, every part of the food chain, all of the vitamins, iron every now and then, etc. So things happened to make America a little less healthy, however that isn't a bad thing or the fault of some company somewhere.

      People tend to be under the impression that being overweight is not their fault. "I got bad genes" "I have an unusually low metabolism" "I hardly eat anything, I guess it just gets twice as much as fat out of food than other people" These things are absurd. Nobody got genes that made them 130 pounds overweight and all they do is fruit and vegetables their whole lives and exercise. It doesn't happen. Plus due to the wonderful concept of political correctness, you can't say the word fat. You also should accommodate their life styles supposedly and help them find a way to make them think that it isn't their fault. Well last time I checked-that is step for step enabling. You don't want to enable someone just so they can feel better about a bad habit. You can be nice but you actually need to do the opposite. get them motivated to realize that it is their fault, therefor they have control and they can do something about it. You want to give them encouragement to work on that road towards fitness. I hate hearing people say "well I'm not going to conform and try to look like a model, this is who I am." Well that sounds great and all, but it doesn't have to be. If everybody decided that there isn't any need to fix our faults about ourselves because it is just part of us, and that changing our flaws is 'conforming' than we'd be in a terrible place right now. Who knows where I'd be if I had complete disregard for making myself a better person for the sake of myself and everyone around me. The point isn't to get skinny to look like a model. I'm not fond of American beauty standards either, but one becomes healthy for their own sake because being healthy is healthy. I used to be slightly chubby and that's because I was watching five ours of television a day and eating junk food when I got home from school. I thought eh, I'll go play outside later. That later never really came.

              There is nothing but goodness in being healthy. Working out releases chemicals called endorphins in your brain which make you feel better. There is a certain confidence and self respect one gains when they reach a goal of fitness, not necessarily because they look better to everyone, but because they can be proud of themselves for treating themselves right. I still have about eight pounds left to go before my six pack but getting there is actually half the fun.

-Kel's Insight

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

TALENT?

          I tried out for a musical tonight. I am such an awful singer though. It's not like oh my gumdrops I can't even look at this kid this is so awkward, but it certainly isn't, "now that kid impressed me" either. It would be somewhere between Seth Rogen having a seizure and/or throwing up and Adam Sandler with the ukelele in 50 first dates.
              I have always really enjoyed singing though. I still do it a lot more than the average person for someone who gets mistaken for an eleptic with terrets. I mean I have more pitches in one song than a baseball game. Though I still really enjoy it. The problem lies in my margin for success in the field; which is very limited and few and far between. I really wish that I could sing very well. I would trade some other useless talents that I have for it. (I don't really believe in a useless talent. I just feel like some don't really matter right now.) I believe everyone wishes they had one talent that they don't have

          Do you know of a talent that you wish you had? Something you would trade that oragami ability for or that silly juggling nak you have? Let me know what it is.
        Also try to recognize something you are good at. Think about the fact that God had something in mind when he gave you your abilities. Appreciate to yourself your particular exceptionalism and try to start thinking about diving into it a little more. On a side note we are our own worst critics so you may be better than you think

As usual this is Kel's Insight, keeping things just like those camera head people at the top of the page, in focus, and in sight
Today I just want to share a small piece of advice. You know we spend so much time talking about how we would love to meet this famous person we respect so much or think about people that we wish returned our affections or aspirations for friendship. Sometimes we harp on who isn't around or who doesn't make an effort to be there. I hate to speak for anyone but the sad fact is that they don't care-the degree of indifference depends on their involvement but some people don't care that you care about them. Though everyone has somebody who does. So take some time today to outwardly express your appreciation for that person or people that have been there and will continue to be there for you. They are a blessing, because if it was up to that bf/gf that up and left or a friend that doesn't make any time or that celebrity that doesn't know you exist, we'd all be very unloved.
Not everyone will be a kindred spirit to you, so just take every relationship for what it's worth, realize it's limitations by judging the limitations of one's commitment to your interactions. And enjoy shallow relationships with an acquaintance and cherish the very close relationships you have. There nothing wrong with menial conversation. Just don't mix up whose who in your life.
No need to be mushy if you don't do that, just say "hey man, or girl, you're awesome!"

This is of course Kel's Insight, bringing it all into focus and in clear plain sight. Leave a comment if you wish(: