Film Reveiew - American Beauty
I chose this film due to its difference to conventional filmmaking, as instead of glorifying the main characters, the area and plot, it shows fault and illustrates the main characters as sad and unhappy. I chose to do this review on the opening minutes of the film describing in detail the camera shots and plot, as it would seem to the viewer watching for the first time. The opening scene is a medium shot of the main character's daughter lying on a bed talking. The screen is fuzzy, to give the impression of looking through a video camera. The daughter is talking to someone behind the camera, giving the impression of talking to the viewer or audience. She is talking about how much she dislikes and hates her father (Lester, the main character). This gives the impression of watching a personal film and the viewer is involved, as it appears at first that the character is talking to the audience until the hidden person filming speaks. The scene ends when the character behind the camera offers to kill the girl's father. The screen goes blank and the film title appears in medium red print on a black background, central to the screen. This sudden change from shot is to represent the plot to end a life, as the transition to a blank black screen. The next shot after the title is a top shot of a typical suburban American street on a slow zoom in towards the road. There is a narrative,
Creative Writing Coursework : FATe
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When I grow up I want to be...
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A case of revenge - Adam's heart ranked with bitterness. He suspected who the Criminal was, but he needed evidence and now he got one.
Adam's heart ranked with bitterness. He suspected who the Criminal was, but he needed evidence and now he got one. Going through the last pages of his mothers diary Adam uncovered the truth. " it is him" he said, biting his lower lip till he tasted his own blood , "he was cheating on my mother" and when she found out and insisted on divorce he could not do that, everyone in the village would hear about it, people will ask questions. Divorce is scandalous and damaging in Bongo village. "If he could not manage his own family," The people would say, "how can he be trusted with the village?" Every thing was as clear as break of day for Adam. So he decide to take the law in to his own hands, and after all revenging for your mother is justice in the face of the law. Adam glanced at the diary one last time tucked it under his pants and disappeared in to the night. In the overgrown bush beside the narrow path that leads to the small mosque, Adam sat uneasily in the midst of pitch darkness. He was getting impatient as he sat listening to the sound of water hitting the rocks behind him as they raced down stream. In this tense moment of waiting Adam knew the consequence of what he was about to do, he could picture the villagers gathering at the backyard of the court tomorrow applauding him for his bravery and noble act. He smiled. Adam listened to the sound of footsteps coming
Creative Writing Coursework-Option 2
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The heat was unbearable as I pulled up to the starting line. The smell of exhaust fumes and burned rubber filled the air.
The heat was unbearable as I pulled up to the starting line. The smell of exhaust fumes and burned rubber filled the air. The starting light received my fullest attention, zoning everything out of my conscience. 3...2...1...green light! I stomped my foot on the accelerator as I side stepped my clutch. Shifting into second gear, I flipped the switch to my nitrous oxide system. Instantaneously I was thrown back into my seat. All of a sudden a loud pop disturbed the smooth roar of my engine. Halfway down the track my engine shut off and forced me to coast the car to the finish line. My teammates were already waiting at the end of the drag strip. Unable to restart my car, we pushed it back to our pit area. My hopes were crushed as I went over the fact that my day of racing was already over. . Drag racing is a big part of my life. All of my spare time is spent working on my 1996 Honda Accord. With an important drag race approaching quickly, I spent most of my waking hours for a week tuning my car. Sweat and hours of hard work finally prepared my car for racing. The interior was stripped down to the sheet metal and contained only the driver's seat to reduce weight. The whole exhaust system was removed to gain that little edge in power, which is essential for racing. My car was finally race ready, waiting to tear up the track. The
Write the first, second, third and last chapters of a murder mystery set in your school.
Board: WJEC Subject: English Language Task: Write the first, second, third and last chapters of a murder mystery set in your school. Marking: Sixteen marks available for content, four marks for accuracy. My Mark: A*, twenty out of twenty. Adams' Grammar School Murder Mystery Chapter 1: The Death Of An Earthworm A new day dawned on Adams' Grammar School. It was a Tuesday in early March, bright with the promise of Spring. The sunlight glinted off the golden hands of the ancient school clock, momentarily dazzling Mr R. Jones, veteran teacher of history, as he moved busily about the grounds in search of the disappearing textbooks. The school seemed to light up with every footfall, painted with a brush of tranquillity and joy. He passed Mr Cripps' lesson, in which a stimulating lecture on igneous rocks had been interrupted by visitors. The younger man was now busily engaged in describing the wonders of chemistry to the prospective parents. They were highly impressed, if not a little bemused. Mr Jones drifted past a window, through which a pair of Sixth Formers could be seen socialising in their common room. One checked his watch, and trotted merrily off to his next lesson. The other retired to the library for study, settling down under the warm, comforting glow of the lights. His studious endeavours would put him in good stead for the test next lesson. Despite his
"A distant howl broke the silence".
Lauren Caswell Mr Hope 0xPortia "A distant howl broke the silence" "Come on, time to go!" I heard Mum shouting. I quickly jumped off my bed and grabbed my green rucksack. On the way out of the bedroom I whipped my baseball off the peg and sat it on my head. Down the stairs I ran and stroked the cat on my way out. It was time to go. I spent the last week packing and unpacking my bag. I was so excited that I couldn't think about anything else. This was finally the day I had been looking forward to for the last two months. The calendar in my bedroom had a countdown on it, and I crossed off each day as it passed. Today was the day of our camping trip. I rushed out of the house eager to get into the car and Mum shut the house door behind me. It looked as though we were going to hold a car boot sale. There were bikes fixed carefully to the boot, fishing rods strapped on top of the car and sleeping bags, pillows and suitcases piled into the boot. I carefully opened the boot of the car, not wanting to knock the bike rack off and threw my bag inside. Mum opened the front car door and started the engine. Dad was sitting in the front passenger seat, fiddling around in the glove box for some music to put on. My brother and sister were in the back of the car fighting over who was going to sit by the window. As the car reversed off the drive I was thinking about the two weeks ahead
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"Come on," Pixie said, "the moon is out." She dragged at Mel's hand, and flew open the screen-door that led out to her backyard. The light that spilled across the grass was only a sliver from the crescent moon,
A perfect world is illuminated childhood. "Come on," Pixie said, "the moon is out." She dragged at Mel's hand, and flew open the screen-door that led out to her backyard. The light that spilled across the grass was only a sliver from the crescent moon, but it was enough to illuminate the yard in the way that only moonlight could. The two teenagers trekked across the lawn, one reluctantly. He stared ahead at him at the girl who now started dancing in the cold air, spinning around her arms like they were wings or propellers or something long and spinning like that. He hugged his body, breathing out in a huff so that his breath was steam in the air. He watched as it hovered in front of him for a little while, before fading away into a transparent vapor. Pixie was looking at him. "What?" he asked. "Come on." She led him to the swing set that her father had given her when she was two. It was one of those wooden ones with the yellow plastic slide and blue rubber swings. The chains were rusted from age, and the years had caused the seat to sink lower and lower to the ground. Or maybe it was just that Pixie had grown farther and farther away from the ground. She jumped on the first swing, the one she had named "Bluebird", when she was five. It was the one closest to the side, close to the wood that could hurt her badly if she smashed into it. Mel just watched
