An Insight

Establishing a Legacy?

I have always been massively intriuged by the fictional invention of worlds and alternate times. And whilst on some sort of eccentric thought train I deemed to establish this story amongst the annex of another dimension, a dimension where history had been not what It has been. Through the primary event of the ceasing of germanies rearmament in the 1930's by Neville Chamberlain and the consequent lack of World War 2. Preventing the mass acceleration of technology of the 1940's but also conserving a vast generation of wealth and psychological health within the european people. The growth of european economies investing in agricultural means and the retaining of the British empire. These ideas and questions I find fascinating but also considerably exspansive, and to create a convincing alternate history would take months of research and planning. To find an avenue of peace for the world in a time of such turmoil. Had it not been Germany and Japan it could well have been russia or even america at war with the the British empire. Considering the Russians are, well the Russians and the Americans where actually planning War with the British empire in the mid 1930's. As these ideas have fallen far short of realistic I have decided to save them for a future project.

The Genre

An attraction to the Idea of making a drama documentary or docufiction became possible because of my enamored musing into the art of storytelling. Drama doc's allow many different possibilites for avenues of plot disclosure. Which will allow me to entertain a slightly more unique structure than the dramatisation wagon. I also like the idea of experimenting with the cross over of camera techniques and theories usually only relative to single genre's. Heavily inspired by District 9 by Neill Blomkamp. And yeah I know he probably stole most of his ideas, but hell im a philistine.(Way to contradict oneself at the beginning and end of a paragraph)

Ok to my Idea...

Presentation Summary: In a long and elusive pursuit of closure, an inexperienced documentary maker attempts to redeem his dispaced career by finishing a decade long dead project. Pooring over forgotten footage he begins to construct a narrative from hours of films reels that once held such promise. Seeing his deceased subjects on tape brings him emotionally and psycologically back to his previous disposition. Thus enabling him to begin the journey to an end.

(In retrospect this summary seems a bit to summary)

My idea, origionally formulated in basic outline with a colleauge. Who's post abandonment of the project I further developed is about loss and grevance. The redemption and sacrifice to face up to ones guilt. In the form of an exploration of the notions of a dramatised documentary. Based around two men. Marchy Cullock and Jeffeory Culchure, distinguished film makers. Told from the perspective of a third person who was a friend and documentary maker, a friend who was making a film about the distinguished men during and before the time of their death several years before the current day. This documentary maker, after suffering years of guilt for the deaths which he unnessasarily blames himself for. Narrates and establishes their lives and stories, post humously. This narrator is unknown to us, someone who was brought in from the outside before their deaths at the bequest of the pair of filmakers. Perhaps to give an insight to their growing fanbase of their personalities and inspirations. The narrator films himself and his efforts to create his film, as he knows the courtesy of his personal feelings will show the utmost respect through his homage documentary for his departed friends. As to include so many others esteems and not his own who's intimate responsibility it is to make this film would leave a void of unquenched detachment. To establish the characters we see mock film trailers and award ceremonies where their production repertoire and personalities are conveyed. Behind the scenes on set baring megaphones and clapperboards, fabricated news reports and paper articles, and red carpeted paparazzid encounters. Showing the likable characters to create a sense of endearment and sadness in the way that the footage is obviously of an older time where these people existed. This stock footage sourced from television broadcasters and other filmmakers alike is intercut with post death interviews and reports to show the reaction of the broadcasting and the public community. Establishing with narration a short history of the pair, with family interviews and old movies to create more of an overview for this fictional interpretation.

FMP SCRIPT

TITLE

Narrator:

 Ironic detachment is a casual but catastrophic indifference to the human disposition. Most of us will engage with it on some dark occasion, a shell to encase the deepest most closeted realms of our subconscious. This is the story of the undoing of it, the cracking of one’s egg from the inside.

Intro montage of characters and their works

Narrator: In 2010 I was commissioned to work on an observational documentary presenting the lives and works of the two indie filmmakers Jeffory Culcher and Marchy Cullock, known internationally as The C&C Picture Show.


SEQUENCE NEWS REPORT

Read by news anchor

SCENE 1


Ten years previous

Micheal Bell:

Along with their pilot the two controversial film makers Martin Cullock and Jeffory Culcher of the C&C Cinema Club are missing presumed dead after their light aircraft crashed near Tavistock this evening. The three men were last seen on the airstrip at Exeter Airport boarding a KC-100 four seater airplane intending to head west to Cornwall. The sight is described now via our on scene correspondent Isabelle Lawrence.


The correspondent talks via phone to the studio anchor.



Isabelle Lawrence:

I’m standing here outside of the cordoned line looking at the wreckage of what was once Martin Cullock’s privately owned aircraft. The scattered fires only recently put out are still smouldering over the broken debris. One stander by told me that he was awoken by the sound of a loud bang, when rousing to look out of his window he saw the orange glow of the fireball over the tree line. Rescue services arrived rapidly but the passengers were nowhere to be found. Fearing the worst the scene was closed for investigation.

Micheal Bell:

Isabelle is there any response from ground control in the area?

Isabelle Lawrence:

As of yet no response Micheal, this could mean radio contact was perhaps impossible. But as the search for the aeroplanes black box commences at first light we presume answers will be revealed some time later this morning.

Micheal Bell:

Thankyou Isabelle

SCENE 2

                                                                         Narrator:

Thomas’s Eulogy was as sincere and remarkable an explanation of their legacy as any eleven year old will ever write. Or any his elders could even comprehend.

Funeral in church. Eulogy read by Jeffery Culchure’s nephew Thomas Newsan. Attending are family and friends who sit quietly sobbing with solemn faces. The odd smile of remembrance flitting between them and then fading away. Two pictures of the deceased stand on easels at the front of the church.

                                                                  Thomas Cullock:

When the death of my uncle and my best friend was announced, we as a family where struck by the simultaneous exposure of the cruel nature of mortality. An exposure that revealed within all of us the dwelling of an indiscriminate expiry, that reminds us of the beauty and fragility of human life. When I got off of the surreal phone call, the truth dawning coyly upon me. Denial welling up in my stomach .I stopped what I was doing and sat rigid staring into the abyss of a blue-y reminiscence as if a filter had been placed before my eyes. I saw them both looking at me, and saw our last meeting. We were sat in the garden listening to happy music.

"Make Love" by Daft Punk starts playing and we see a blue-y cone view distorted vision of their last meeting. (P.O.V)

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      Thomas Cullock:
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(This is a reminder for me to put this bit at the end of the film possibly quite probably though)

I sat and enjoyed the dream with them for some time, whilst something intriguing occurred to me, those few moments were as perfect an ending as the last supper. As if they were cultivated by god himself to permit only the memory of our fiesta of contentedness when remembering our dear friends. This joyful composure stayed with me as they left, and recurs in me when I remember them. So as of now, and forever more, we are lucky enough to be able to tell their story, for one another, and for our posterity, and most of all for them.


Thomas descends the pulpit steps slowly and walks down the aisle exiting the church. Once reaching the threshold his eyes widen as he sees two unknown characters walking down the hill away in the distance. He smiles and the screen goes black.

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Through Thomas’s eyes we see Martin and Jeff smiling and laughing. They then go to leave.

                                                                            Jeff:

See you later Tommy boy. You know I’ve written a part for you in our next film, it’s called "Completely reckless".*

 * Thomas:

You know me well

                                                                                                            Martin:

Yeah we are looking to forward to working with you.

They wink and smile and wave and then depart

SCENE 3

Narrator:

Their story began in 2005 when the two boys graduated at the ……………….film institute. Establishing themselves soon after as independent filmmakers they worked quietly below radar creating music videos for up and coming DJ’s and bands. Short films distributed online which cultivated a small following. Networking successfully throughout the industry they managed to create a source of knowledge and technical ability to create their very own production unit called the Cullock & Culchure Cinema Club.

Mock Celeb1:

Their first film, "Crumpet wings", was talked about. It held some reverence within the small indie cinema crowd and in a few obscure film festivals it won some awards, which was quiet astonishing for something so low budget to have such effect. So you could see that it was special, what they had.

Mock Celeb2:

In a rather fantastically elaborate fashion they managed to completely evade the eye of the media. They often used specific actors to actually stand in for them at movie premiers, changing their production names and job titles. It was even speculated that they would also use these actors via some sort of earpiece or some such device, whilst actually on set, perhaps posing as sound technicians or runners, which created a fantastic confusion that enabled them to remain visually anonymous to the world. It was a spectacularly elusive method that allowed them to retain their personal identities. And we may never actually know conclusively who they were, or what screenplays or films they actually wrote and made. This knowledge is said to be the exclusive property of the family and friends.

Mock Celeb 3:

This aversion to the public eye created an amazing void, a void that was filled by endless human assumption.

Assumption is the mother of all fuck ups video plays

One of the more off the wall theories is that they never even existed and where in fact the mind child of Burnhaust Estebaum. As we know Burnhaust is a ruse full convolute who specializes in trickery and psychological dissolution of one’s mind. He of course denies this. Other theorists say that they died soon after creating "Good Dogs All Eat", and that their names and works where stolen by their jealous producers.

Mock Celeb 1:

Obviously people have claimed sightings of them since their death, and some have even come forward presenting themselves to be them.