4 Peringkat Ajal:
4 Peringkat Ajal:
died after after knowing that they have
4 weeks to live 4 days after they entered campus.
People talk, oh they talk alright. Gossips, blog, flyers.
Now told in 4 different perpectives,
4 different styles of story telling.
"Korang nak dengar satu cerita tak?"
There will be constructive screening this Sunday. What I mean by constructive is that you guys could give your opinion and criticism so I could tweak some of that peeps magic before I send it to the organizer.
I think that's fine way to improve my work (in the last minute), no? With constructive criticism.
All those things are annoying if not put off-ing habits.
Like masturbating. I don't do that anymore (too old lah) but some of my hostel neighbours are constantly at it every single night. From 3am to 4am, when I'm reading Myths and Legends of the Ancient World, I've become accustomed of hearing smacking sounds and the usual climax groans. I've become so adapted to their habit that I will listen to Katy Perry's Hot and Cold because both schlong and song were moving to the same beat.
I mean, you guys must be over 24. Stop it already. Give me some piece of mind! Sounds of smacking pork swords isn't exactly Secret Garden.
Give it a rest. Give 'it' some rest.
A week ago I was 'fairly' excited about the whole short film. Now I'm just scared shitless. What if the whole short film turned out to be crap? Will I do justice to my volunteering actors' efforts?
Yesterday I must have muttered 'sorry' a few hundred times to Jannah. I thanked Puteri more than 10 times an hour. I'm sorry guys! I'm just so very nervous. And since I'm the sole producer, director, editor and whatever roles necessary to make a complete short film, the burden of this no-budget short film is on me.
Don't get me wrong. I love the whole idea of experimenting but now I'm doing so at other people's expense; their time and effort.
And thank you for reminding me that I'm only an amatuer filmmaker and that this is my first short film. I do get carried away and become overly self-critical at times.
And I doubt myself all the time. I've to admit, I'm not a film student so there's a great deal of filmmaking concerns that I'm not aware of but I'm learning and this is a learning process. I may not be a film student or have the best equipments yet for making film but I've never felt the way I do now my entire life. I'm loving every second of it. I'm not even sleeping and eating right anymore. I'm just desperately in love with the whole idea of making films. And if this is what I'll doing for a living, I don't have to work a day in my life!
"Seringgit empat" she said in fluent malay.
"Oraits" I gave her five ringgit.
"Thank you" She gave me back three forty.
Oh my God, I think I'm in love.
I just realized that I don't really blog anymore. I tell jokes, write funny stories, show my videos and that's about it.
I'm currently busy writing 4 Peringkat Ajal script for a short film competition. It's my first short film with a script, dang!
You know I love writing but it gets overwhelming at times when it comes to writing a script and I'd to retrace my steps to keep my story from going out of control.
I know for a fact I won't win the judges' heart with my aesthetics because I'm using a normal handycam. And I also won't be able to wow the judges with special effects because I'm using an outdated laptop. What I can do to make them go ballistic is by coming up with a totally original concept in a genre that is basically non-existent in Malaysia!
4 Peringkat Ajal is a thriller-action short film with loads of surprises and twisted edges. It can even be considered experimental in a sense. And most of my friends who read the script told me that I may get in trouble with JAIS, JAWI or JAKIM. But what the hell.... I'm doing it anyway.
I know Faizal Tahir already has a music video for his latest hit Sampai Syurga but it didn't resonate the emotions I had in mind.
It's abstract, fine. It's a girl swimming in the heavens, fine. It's Faizal Tahir with his slicky hair whipping his wet see-through shirt, fine.
And then it came to me. You know when you pray, the only part of yourself that you could see is your feet? The sight of our feet reminds us about our spiritual link with God.
So I made a video of a guy experiencing a difficult ordeal from a perspective of his head looking down on his feet, only to realize that he didn't have to look far to find his true love. He just had to look down.
I'm the one in bright neon blue . I've to admit though, If I were to be in a real hostage situation as a counter terrorist, I would've been the first to die! But at least I fought with style... haha.
I was experimenting with this idea of having series of horror parody. For half an hour we made fake blood, messed up the bathroom and covered Nisa with bedak. And then we spent 5 minutes shooting random scenes. Very random scenes. I mean, have you seen anyone who brush their teeth after taking a dump? And why is the main character going out of the house to go to the toilet?
The finished pilot lacked climax, gore and eerie angles. And I should've asked the Hantu Lift to open the shut elevator doors and desperately chase after the guy. And there should be a dead body in the bathtub!
Shoulda coulda woulda...
But after finishing this so-called Pilot, I have a better idea of how to write and direct parody scenes. Anyway, there're plenty of blood to make hematophobics cringe. It's not funny yet but I'm betting that the upcoming Cerita Hantu: Desperate Houseghosts will be make you laugh your heart out, literally.
Cerita Hantu: Pilot
Cerita Hantu: Desperate Houseghosts