Tristan By Wendy Falconer

Scene 1:

Tristan, a normal guy in his 20’s, is wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. It is morning time and he is at home, walking around the house brushing his teeth; he is getting ready for work, when His door bell rings so he goes to open it.

He groggily says:

Tristan:

Yea, what now?

His door gets pushed out of his hands and three men seize him. (You never see any of the hit man’s faces through out the whole film.) They throw him into a white beat-up van that is outside his house.

Scene 2:

Once inside the van, Tristan bewildered and frustrated says:

Tristan:

What are you doing?! What the hell is going?!!

One of the hit man punches Tristan and knocks him out.

Scene 3:

It cuts to Tristan’s eyes, then quickly zooms out to show that he is duct-taped to a chair; locked in a dark, grimy, small room. He has blood on his face from getting knocked out. There is one over hanging light that is swinging. This causes the light to alternate from showing him to black. This is to create a creepy, claustrophobic flickering spot light effect on him. When he comes to his senses, he starts to scream and thrash about. Two of the men come into the room. He starts yelling at them:

Tristan:

Let me go!! I don’t want to be here! Why are you

tying me down?! Get me out of here! What have

I done to you?! LET ME GO!!!

He keeps yelling at them so they beat him up. Once he is covered in blood, they leave him locked up in the room. As one of the hit men pulls the chain for the light, it cuts to black.

Fades from black.

A few days later he is covered in blood, is dirty and is screaming at the door; two of the hit men come in to the room again. The light from the door illuminates Tristan blinding him for a second, blinking, he starts yelling again, but now more faintly.

Tristan:

If you hate me so much, why don’t you

just leave me alone? I don’t want to see you!

I hate you! I want you to leave me alone!

The two guys start to kick him; he continues to scream at them:

Tristan:

Stop! Get me out of here! I need to get out of

this hell! I can’t deal with this shit any more!

Why are you tying me up, why don’t you just let me go?

What have I ever done to you? SET ME FREE!

As they continue to kick him, you hear a loud knock on the door and the door squeaks open.

There is just one spot light the whole time.

Out of the darkness, a person walks in, grabbing a chair and sits down on the chair backwards; in front of Tristan and folds their hands. All you see of the boss is from over the shoulder of the boss, facing Tristan. When Tristan looks up, he sees that it is someone that he recognizes, but he is not sure who it is. He freaks out, not knowing why this person is there with the guys that kidnapped him.

Panicked he says:

Tristan:

You can’t keep me here any longer.

You aren’t allowed to. It is against the law and you can’t do that. You have no right to keep me here against my will. You’ve kept me here too long; I need to get out of here!

He, still duct-taped to the chair, starts to kick out at his Boss as he gets louder.

Tristan:

You aren’t my boss and you don’t own me. If you are going to keep me here any longer, then just kill me!

I’d rather die than be here with you!

As the boss rises to leave, you see the figure silhouetted that has the shape of a woman, but in a man’s voice it is said matter-of-factly:

Boss

That’s enough. Kill him.

Tristan, wide eyed starts to thrash even more. The two men grab him and start to wrap a rope around his neck.

Tristan passes out, screaming:

Tristan:

What! NO!!! Let me go! I’m suffocating!!!

You can’t do this to me!

You have no right! I hate you!

Fades to black. Then fades to white.

Scene 4:

Tristan is lying on the bed.

Close up of his face, eyes shut, sheet wrapped around his neck as if it was strangling him. He is wearing a white t-shirt and sweatpants. As he opens his eyes, he is tugging at the sheet wrapped around his neck and he is screaming:

Tristan:

Let me go! Set me free!!! JUST LEAVE…!

As he is saying, “just leave…” he opens his eyes and sees his girlfriend standing at the end of the bed with her luggage hanging from her shoulders and the look of death and “duh, what do you think I’m doing” look on her face.

Yelling angrily, she says:

Violet:

You know, if you wanted to break up with me, then JUST tell it to my face! Instead of keeping me up all night, yelling at me and telling me that you want your freedom and to let you go and I AM NOT YOUR BOSS!!!!!

As she says “I AM NOT YOUR BOSS”, she drops a bag that she is carrying. As she picks up the bag and the things that fell out of it, she picks up a shoe; looks at it, grins cheekily, looks at Tristan and then flings the shoe at his face. The shoe misses him as he flinches and it hits the wall behind him. Before he has a chance to react, she flings the other shoe directly at him and hits him right in the face. She then storms out of the house as she slams all of the doors behind her.

Cuts to Tristan on the bed, rubbing his face, sighs/groans loudly and falls backward on to the bed.

~ Fini ~

Valentines day....

Valentines Day was brilliant!! I went to the Museum of Modern Art in San Francisco and they had this exhibit that last time I was there, it was a room that was painted all black; the roof, walls, the carpet was even was black. The only thing that was in there was a projector and a fog machine. The projector was pointed at one of the walls opposite it, projecting simple lines that were straight, or curved. With the fog machine, the design that was always changing made this awesome affect! the pictures here are of a piece of art in an other all black room but this room is filled with different TV's....sizes are different and each of them are showing a different picture that run on loops.

documentarys suck

Well I am about to get kicked out of job and school. There is always drama with me....so what happened? Two weeks ago I was brought into "Ms. Rudimentary’s" office to talk about something for my work and she also wanted to know if I was happy with my documentary class. I said it was a bit crazy but it is alright. She then proceeded to question me about it. She then said that she was thinking that it would be cool to make a documentary about women gamers; since people don't think about the women who play video games. She asked if I liked the idea and I said that I like it because it sounded cool but the people in my group are all guys and I know them; they are too macho and they will not like the idea, but I will research and see what I can find.

Then I left. I went and researched the topic but I could not find anything! Ok well all I found was two teams who are girls but they live in either Texas or New York. And guess what.....I can’t fly there, so therefore no interviews!!! Ms. Rudimentary said that it would be cool to interview the women’s avatar and film that, but how do you really know it’s a woman you are talking to.

The next day is documentary class, she comes up to me and says "Oh, I talked to Dick about the whole women gamer’s thing and he really likes it so why don’t you guys talk before class starts." I tried to tell her before she brought Dick over, that I could not find anything about the topic online, but she did not want to hear it because she was to busy to talk. So whatever, I talk to him a bit but I had a lot of work to do for a TV show so I don’t get to say much to him.

So class comes along and it’s me, Peter Pan, Mr. Perv and Dick from our group. Our teacher says "ok I want to propose a change in the gamer’s documentary. I want to change it to be about women who are gamers. Wendy, will you please say what you found out about the topic?" I said "Well I tried to tell you earlier that when I went home and researched it, I could not find anything other than about these two groups that live far away.” She, getting protective, asks in front of the whole “So are you going back on your word? I though we talked about this yesterday. Was that a lie? Are you lying to me??” I said “No. I said that I thought the idea was cool but I would research it and see what I could find. But since I could not find anything I tried to tell you that I don’t think it will work.” Peter Pan does not like the idea to change the whole concept of our documentary and is getting mad about it. Dick is NOT helping. He’s saying, “Well I just think it’s a good plan. Let’s just do what the teacher says, because it’s a good idea.” Our teacher says “Just go to an area to discuss ideas and pick a topic.”

So, off we go to the couches to discuss our topic for our gaming documentary. Ha! What a joke! We start to talk about it; Dick starts nagging us to just go with our teacher because all he wants to do is do what she says to do so that he can get an “A” in the class because he does not care what its about and he doesn’t even like video games so it doesn’t matter. Peter Pan is flipping because it DOES matter to him and he doesn’t want to just do what the teacher says because he wants to think for his self and she won’t let him. I am staying quite because if I say anything I will get it back at me so I just sit there frustrated about the whole thing. Ms. Rudimentary listens in to our conversation and comes over and says “No, no, no…did you not just hear what I said? You ARE doing the woman gamers end of subject.” Peter Pan says “Yea but the rest of the Lost Boys are not here and I know that they would never want to change the concept because we have already filmed several interviews and footage for it. So I am not going to do it.” Our teacher says “fine leave now. Go get a juice at the cafeteria.” Peter Pan says “Um…I don’t drink juice and why would I want to go to the cafeteria? It’s gross. Also I am going to hang out with Wendy (Me) and we are also going to work on her film… So I kind of need to stick around so we can leave after this. Ms. Rudimentary says to just leave before she kicks him out of the class for the semester. She then goes into detail of how he never respects her and she doesn’t want him around because he is not good. After that she brings me into her office and talks crap about him, then she sends me on my way.

Once in the car, Peter Pan and I talk about the whole thing and how frustrating she is. We get to my house and he meets my mum and I showed him the different scenes from "The Trial" by Orson Welles that I wanted him to see because it was freakishly close to my film I am making. After that I show him the locations.

…End of that day…

In The Beginning

My name is Wendy and yes I am friends Peter Pan… I am apart of the Lost Boys tribe and make films with them. There is so much drama that you will here about a little later! Yee be warned… :) I am a film student at my local JC. My life is mental. Oh yeah, I also have rock star boyfriend!

Ok, back to where I began… I grew up in a small town that could be some where is Scotland; in a shack that was falling apart. The 20 ft peaked roof had broken if not missing shingles across the entire roof. When it rained; it rained in the house; this place had also not been painted since the 1800’s. The towns people called it the “Haunted House”.

So here I am board out of me mind with school when my mum gets a mobile. It was the size of an IPhone but thicker; it had a camera to take pictures with, its own kind if Photoshop, and the amazing, the brilliant, the video camera! It only film for about 15seconds, but I fell in love.
There was not a time that I wasn't filming. She couldn’t even make She couldn’t even make phone calls because I made so many 15 second films on her phone. That's when I became fascinated with the moving picture.

I love still pictures; my mum is a still photographer, so I grew up modeling and taking pictures of different things. But I found the moving pictures so amazing.