Showing posts with label Treatment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Treatment. Show all posts

Wednesday, 21 January 2009

Projekt Treatment

So here it is :D The story for our projekt.
I translated it to english from norwegian, and did some changes to it.
This will be my draft i will show to the rest of my group.


JOIN US!

John doe comes home to his boring and sad appartement from a long day's work, he is exausted and sleepy.
He preheats a Joy-Meal, whitch he loates, in his microoven before he sinks down in his chair infront of his TV. In his arms he holds a cold and well deserved beer. Today one of his favorite movies is being show on TV, and he has been looking forward to it all day.
The show starts, but as soon as the intro is done the movie is abrupted by commercials.
John says a few curse words before he pulls himself up from his chair to get his food.
On his way out to the kitchen he notices one of his most hated things in this day and age, a floating commercial board. Aggitated he pulls his curtains infront of the window. The microfood is done, but insted of a pling a voice says " Enjoy your Joy-Meal with a Smile-coke today!".
Quickly he gets his food out of the micro before he heads back to the TV. He sinks down into his chair again, the commercials is still on. He is about to pull off the lid on the food, when he sees a live commercial on it. Its a lady babling about the new and better kind of Joy-Meal's. He pulls off the lid, and throws it into his livingroom corner.The movie finaly starts again, and the main protagonist is introduced. In the middle of a sentence the movie is cut off again by commercials. John throws his plate of food at the TV breaking it. He breath's heavely and is clearly stressed. Suddenly the room is lit with bright colors, burning John's eyes. Its that damn commercial sign again, it has floated to his other window. John jumps out of his chair and walks angry towards the window. He sees his gray booring plant in its pot in the window, and grabs it. He throws it at the sign, but the pott only breaks and slides of it. Its advertising for a "Happy-Pill" that will turn your life for the better. John has had enough and screams at the sign, before he notices that his gun is still in his belt.
He takes it up and empties his clip in the sign, the sign blow's up in smaler pieces and falls down in the streets.
John walks into his room and slams the door shut. He throws himself at his bed, and almost before he lands he's asleep.

John wakes up, the sun is burning his eyes. A blurry shape appears above him.
Its a man in white coat from the advertising company. The man says in a calm voice "Join us!" Before he forcely takes John with him to a mental institution.

A few days later, the door to Johns appartement opens.
Its John, in his work clothes. He has a big smile on his face and seems relaxed.
The appartement looks bright and colorfull. John cant wait to eat his delicous "Joy-Meal" and almost dances infront of his micro. Suddenly he notices a floating sign outside his window again.
He walks to the window and stares at it, its the same commercial for the "Happy-Pills". Theres a big picture of John on it with his tumb up and a pill box in his other hand. The title says "I used to live a sad life, but Happy-Pills made me alot better" "Thank you Happy Co.".
John smiles, and raises a pill box in a toast before he chugs down mouthfull of them.

End
Writen by Esben Zakariassen
Translated and rewritten by Jørgen Mæland
Hope you like it :D

Tuesday, 20 January 2009

Treatment - Draft 1

This is my treatment. Sadly it did not get choosen, but no worries, i got a nice group of people to work with and we chose a very good story. I will post it here at a later date :)

My treatment:

Old Rain

The rain is pouring down so heavy its hard to see anything. The streets are filled with fog and smog. Arthur has a hard time walking straight, his legs is not what they used to be. One step takes almost all his energy, and breathing is though in this dark future. He is sure his time is up, but he wants his passing to be a happy one. He hasn’t smiled in years, people ignore him and the government don’t support his old bones anymore. People push him away as they are passing by him. Arthur fall face first down in a big puddle. He can hear child’s laughter. Its hard to get up. Something is lifting his arm and supports him up in a sitting position. Arthur cant see anything because of all the mud and water in his face and eyes. He hears child’s laughter again, and then a tiny voice saying "Are you alright old man?" He clears his eyes of the dirt, but no ones there. Instead he is holding a teddy bear. There’s something familiar about it. A tear runs down Arthurs cheek. You can see it in his eyes that he’s happy. He hugs the bear. His hand falls down in the puddle again. Its completely still. He sits there with eyes closed and a smile on his face. He is completely still, nothing can make him feel bad anymore. The teddy walks away and disappears in the fog and rain.

Monday, 19 January 2009

Pitching day

Today we will pitch our stories, and the class will pick the best ones out.
I will post my treatment here after we are done today :)