ElwoodBlues

So, this is my first real film, made for my Intermediate Film Production class.

I was the main cinematographer (cameraman) and editor. Also made a cameo as the gimp

Yeah, I'm not an actor.

Enjoy!

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ngdawg

That was so cute!!! Cameo? Bit more, no?

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Cynthetiq

nice.. good job!

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clavus

You (the gimp) made me LOL. Good job, man.

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pandafaye

I love the part with the bondage guy on the couch.

I've always wondered about that "drunk shot". How do you get the weaving two frame effect?

That was great. Nice job!

little_tippler

That was pretty cool! You're great as the gimp. Also love the choice of music, and my favourite bit is the little dance at the end

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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.

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