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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Media Monday... Movies, Movies, Movies!

It's already Tuesday, and I missed Monday, so I'm including a quick post of short cuts, all about the movies we saw this weekend!

We always do a movie day on Thanksgiving weekend.  By the end of November, the Oscar films are starting to pour into the theaters, and we're usually so busy that we're playing catch-up with them.  It started on our very first Thanksgiving together (Kinsey, Finding Neverland, Saw, Sideways) and has continued every year.  This year, we caught five great films!

  • The Muppets.  Major love.  More on this tomorrow, for Adventure Wednesday!
  • The Artist.  An absolute must-see if you're a fan of silent films... and even if you aren't. Take a dash of Singin' In the Rain, a pinch of A Star Is Born, and you have a story about the silent age of cinema told... in the style of the silent age of cinema.  There's some really indelible imagery in the film, and it's created in the vintage-retro aesthetic that I love.  Plus, the two leads seem as if they were plucked from the 1930s.  Hollywood just doesn't make actors - or movies - like this anymore...  but it seems France can.
  • Hugo. Two films in a row that are love letters to classic cinema - though I didn't really expect it of this Scorcese children's pic when I first saw the trailer.  I don't want to spoil anything for you, but it's a slow but immersive jaunt to France that entertains while it pleads for the preservation of film.  This actually may be my favorite Scorcese film.
  • Arthur Christmas.  The most benign of the bunch, but a pleasant watch nonetheless.  I usually expect more of Ardman (the Wallace & Gromit studio) but it's still much better than many animated films.
  • We Bought A Zoo.  It was playing in a "sneak preview" (the kind you buy tickets for, not the kind you're selected for.)  I wasn't expecting much, because Cameron Crowe hasn't interested me since Almost Famous... but I was totally won over by the film, the characters, the actors, and the depth of feeling.  I won't lie.  I cried - a lot.  I loved it.

We've also been seeing more and more of our own script.  With Tom home this week, we've been going gangbusters, and it keeps getting better and better.  Thanks also to a long discussion over dinner with my mother-in-law this weekend, we having been looking into a new avenue for the main character that has been fun and exciting to research.  Woo-hoo!

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Adventure Wednesday... Texts From (Last) Horror Night

This Adventure Wednesday post is rated H, for fans of Halloween, Horror, and Heidi's writing.

So... here's the thing.  We haven't really told many people, but Tom and I have slowly been developing a screenplay for a horror film.  Horror scripts can be a good toe-in-the-door for screenwriters writing on spec (or, for free/as writing samples) like ourselves.  We also needed a little break from the TV spec writing, and I'm close-but-not-quite-ready to finish my Yoga For Fat Girls spec screenplay.  Plus, both of us dig a really clever horror flick.  So horror it is.

Tom and I first thought about collaborating on a horror script four years ago this Monday - Halloween 2007.  I'd gotten out of work on time (for a change) and Tom came to pick me up for a date.  We had planned to head down to Disneyland to see what festivities were happening, but this was before Disney realized what a goldmine Halloween can be... and the park was closing at 8 PM.  One of us suggested we check out Universal Studios.  We'd both heard they did something called "Halloween Horror Nights," but we didn't know much about it.

When we arrived, the crowds were thick at the gate, so we sprang for a "Front-of-the-Line" ticket, like a Disney Fastpass, but for purchase (and without waiting.)  We walked through the gates... and our lives were never the same.

No, really.  We had so much fun during that first trip that we've gone back to Universal's Halloween Horror nights every year since.  And it inspired Tom - who, in turn, inspired me - to write a horror script.  Tom describes the experience as feeling like you're actually in a horror movie.  The mazes are so well-designed and executed (much like the characters, heh) that you end up feeling like a scream queen, heart pounding, eyes darting from this dark corner to that door ajar, nerves crackling with the fear of knowing that any second, something is going to burst through and scare the living dead daylights out of you.

Plus, I had a photo opportunity with Norman Bates, in front of the really-for-real Psycho house.
What could be more life-changing? He told me I looked like someone he could "bring home to mother."


This year, since we're working on the horror script, we decided to focus on our annual trip to Horror Nights for inspiration and discussion.  We had so many ideas and observations from the mazes that we started to forget some of them, so halfway through the evening, we sat down to text each other our shorthand thoughts.  Here are our Texts from (Last) Horror Night, in bold - with a bit of explanation for each.

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Things that are inherently creepy: photos, children, churches, dolls, illness.
One of the new mazes this year, La Llorona, is based on a Mexican legend about a woman who drowns her children.  It includes so many inherently creepy visuals and concepts that I bet I'd even be spooked by it without any scare-acters.   It might be my favorite maze ever.  (It might even beat the Halloween maze from 2009, a lovingly faithful tribute to my favorite horror film.)

Misdirection.  
It's the key to surprise.  The Alice Cooper maze made great use of it, placing one gruesome duo at the end of the hallway.  I couldn't help but stare at them - after all, they were gross, and they were going to turn and scream at me or something, right?  But partway down the hall, two other scares popped out at me from either side.  All the scarier because my attention was focused elsewhere.

Big and small spaces.
Opposite use of space can be scary. Very big spaces have all kinds of nooks and crannies from which spooks can emerge... and you can't focus on all of them at once.  On the other hand, in very small spaces... if something comes at you, you have nowhere else to go.  And you're very, very aware of this.

Variation - keep 'em off balance.
For a long-form scare, there must be lots of different kinds of surprises.  For instance, silence or darkness punctuated by noise or light is most effective.  If you repeat the same kind of gag - say, guy jumps out from a door - people will start to suspect the scare and disengage.  You want to keep them engaged - and to do so, you gotta keep them on their toes.

Know your audience.
You need to calculate their fears... what they will be thinking, and how they will be reacting.  Some people might be scared by someone jumping out at them.  Some people might not... so how do you scare them?  One brilliant scare-acter realized that Tom and I were smiling at him, not scared by him.  So instead of moving on to someone else, he changed his tactic.  He walked straight up to us and stopped inches away from our noses.  We stepped to the right, and he mirrored us.  We stepped to the left, and he mirrored us without stopping.  This was actually far more unsettling than any jack-in-the-box startling.  And a good horror film should have as much "unsettling" as "startling."

A single, iconic villain.
One very creepy main antagonist will always be scarier than a variety of less-compelling ones.  The "torture porn" mazes are hardly scary at all.  Sure, bloody bodies and crazy trap-like contraptions aren't exactly Hello Kitty, but those depictions can verge on comical, and aren't scary, just gross.  Gore has its place, but it will be most effective when it follows deep emotional connection, tension, and terror.

A safe place.
The characters and the audience are always looking for a "safe place."   A spot where they know that nothing is coming to get them.  Denying them that is deeply unsettling.  Movie characters, like maze-goers, would try to move quickly from one safe space to the next, rather than at one pace.

The first scene.
What we see at the beginning of a maze (or a movie) shapes how we see the scenes that follow it.  For the very effective La Llorona maze, this starts before you even enter.  Three signs are placed within the maze line, which tell the story of La Llorona.  Then, when you step into the maze, you're in a Mexican church - a funeral, all flickering votives and memorial photos.  You're immediately drawn into the maze - and surrounded with several of the "inherently creepy" items listed above.

Emotional connection is what drives everything.
For effective horror, there needs to be some sort of emotional connection - fear of the antagonist, identification with a protagonist, witnessing things with inherent emotional content, etc - for it to really work.  In a film, it makes people a part of what's happening, not just an audience member.

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Our night at Univeral was very well-filling, so to speak.  We've since been flush with ideas, and meeting for daily writing sessions before Tom leaves for work.  I'm having a lot of fun.  I really need to remember that I'm at my happiest - and the days that follow are most productive - when I start the day writing.

One other fun thing I noticed that night is that... I'm stronger!  I suppose it should have been obvious to me, since I work out so regularly (and so hard!) but I was still surprised when I hiked up the hill next to the Psycho house, and, for the first time ever, I made it up without stopping, and reached the top without panting.  I guess that's what comes of taking care of me!  And I hope you'll take care of you today.

If you're local, and a horror fan, definitely check out Universal Horror Nights, which runs through Halloween night.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Weigh-in Tuesday... with The Ballad of The Ugliest Breakfast

Come and snuggle in, kids, and I'll blow off your lids
With the tale of a breakfast so ugly
That if you were too cool for the nerds at your school,
You would point and you'd laugh at it smugly.


And just what could deserve all your jokes? (O, the nerve!
Shallow folks, why must you be so snotty?)
'Twas a hideous beast. Craggy, wrinkled and creased
with a wart half the size of her body.



  


 
If you look past her skin - to her beauty within -
She seems much like her heartier brothers.
Ah! But there's no mistaking the taste. They are faking;
She's better by far than the others.






  


True, she may be a brute, but she dresses up cute.
You can't say she lacks flavor or style.
Yet she's missing a - je ne sais quois - for the kissing.
Our heirloom's been lonely awhile.





  



Then it's lucky for her, a particular sir
seeks a partner to turn up the heat.
He will be rather droll as he asks her to stroll
on the sunny-side-up of the street.







   



He's buttery yellow, she's tart and she's mellow.
I'd say that it's certainly not
Surprising that their rather salty affair
quickly turns into something so hot.







If you please, don't poke fun if you chance to see one
so odd-looking that some might deride it.
Do not judge it by looks. The best people and cooks
know what matters the most is inside it.






  



   
You can find my full recipe for The Ugliest Breakfast at LiveStrong.com.  If you enjoyed this, would you consider sharing the post or the LiveStrong link on your favorite social network (Facebook/Digg/Reddit/Pinterest/etc) or sending it to someone in need of a tomato parable? You could even give it a little Google + love (there's a +1 button at the bottom of the page.)  Thanks, everyone - I fell in love with this little tomato, and I want to share her with the world.

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In other news, I think the positive thinking is working.

For one thing, that poem came out of nowhere.  Well, not nowhere. The heirloom tomato, part of which was my breakfast yesterday, certainly inspired me to cook. The cooking inspired me to take pictures.  The pictures inspired me to write.  And all of that certainly inspired me to be mindful about savoring my food, much like the Farmer's Market breakfast did on Sunday.

For another thing, I'm down another pound today.  That brings the total to 65, for those of you playing at home.

How about you? Are you thinking positively?  Or are you down on yourself?  If so, what do you do to change it?  I hope if you've been thinking negatively about yourself, that you'll take care of yourself today by thinking of at least one positive thing about yourself today.  Just give it a try.  What can it hurt?

Friday, June 24, 2011

Fashion Friday - a zombie skirt come back to life, and an outfit inspired by the art of animation

Happy Friday!  Finally was strong enough to get to Slimmons last night - was great to be back and sweatin' (though this heat wave makes that extra possible.)

I have two outfits for you this week - one real and one imaginary.

Since last week I skipped the real-life outfit, let's start out with this one.  Thanks to the Curvy Closet Raid a few weeks ago, I have a new vest to play with.  I haven't owned a vest since... probably tenth grade!  Once I got it back to my closet, I realized that it is the exact reddish-plum color of a patterned maxi skirt that I was about to heave-ho. (It had gotten too big so I was no longer wearing it.)  I figured... what the hell?  Maybe I should bring the skirt back from the dead... a zombie skirt, if you will, masquerading as a strapless dress.  Cinched in with a belt around the wrap vest, maybe the ol' skirt had life in her yet.  (Even though she might eat your brains if you get too close.)


Crochet-back vest by
Skirt by Jessica London
Necklace by Lane Bryant
Belt by Torrid






My imaginary outfit is inspired by animation.  Or, more specifically, an animated necklace I stumbled upon a few weeks ago.

You may or may not know that I'm a bit of an animation buff.  So much so, in fact, that my first paying creative screenwriting gig was in animation.  (First and only - so far.  Sigh!)   But the experience taught Tom and I how much we love writing animated TV, so last year we developed a concept and wrote the pilot for our own original animated series, called Bubble Gumshoe.  Hopefully some more news on that topic in the next few months, as we work on some promotional pitch material.

Anyway, animation is one of those art forms that makes me thoroughly happy.  I love early animation mechanisms, like the Thaumatrope.  Even if you aren't familiar with the name of this Victorian toy, you've probably seen one in action - it's a disc suspended on a string, with two different images on front and back.  When you spin the disc, you see both in one image.  Like a bird and an empty cage - when spun, it becomes a bird IN the cage.

So when I stumbled on a Thaumotrope necklace, I fell head-over-heels!  And I built this imaginary outfit around it.



Spin the necklace, and the boy and girl dance together!
Necklace by Uncommon Goods
Purse by by Luxe de Ville via Pin Up Girl Clothing
Shoes by T.U.K. via Torrid
Belt by Torrid
Dress by Bettie Page Clothing






 

Front view of the dress. Love that boat neckline!


The necklace - and the outfit, for that matter - remind me of that swingtastic cartoon short by Fred Moore, "All The Cats Join In."  Groovy boys and curvy girls, cutting a rug together to the sound of Benny Goodman.  Check it out!






The idea of a Thaumotrope necklace makes me wish that there was a working Zoetrope choker available, too!  You've probably seen a Zoetrope - a rudimentary machine with which to view animation.  A cursory google for Zoetrope necklaces yielded only this...

Boo.  I want a REAL Zoetrope around my neck someday.


On another note... if you've been inspired by animation, as I have, I highly recommend you check out Disney animator Andreas Deja's new blog, Deja View.  I saw him speak live once with his mentor Ollie Johnston, and it was a formative experience for me.  His insights into the art and history of animation are truly wonderful.

All right!  It's the weekend, and I'm off to enjoy it (as opposed to last weekend, which I merely endured. Good riddance, flu.)  I hope you enjoy this beautiful summer, and take care of you!

Monday, June 6, 2011

It's a happy birthday Friend Makin' Monday!

 It's a happy day here at the TodiMooers Thai Pad.  It's Tom's birthday!

I wish I knew him at this age, but I wasn't actually born yet!




 
He's definitely the best friend I've ever made.  So I'm just going to do a quick Friend Makin' Monday post, and get back to celebrating my sweet husband.






If you’ve taken part in FMM then you know the rules. If you’re new, please take a moment to answer this week’s question on your own blog then add your link in the comments section here at: www.alltheweigh.com so we can all see your FMM questions and answers. Please invite your blog readers to add their links here too so everyone has to opportunity to be seen.  The idea is to connect with other awesome bloggers so take a moment to post your own FMM post and comment on a couple of other posts. Now it’s time for this week’s topic!



FMM: Why Do You Blog?
I blog because I am on a journey that is improved immensely by sharing it - whether it's celebrating my successes or examining my challenges.  It helps me stay on the path.  It helps me understand the process.

I blog because Richard Simmons continually teased us about how well we eat.  And we discovered it's kind of rare to be able to fully enjoy food but lose weight.  And we think it shouldn't be rare.  So hopefully, the things I learn and try will help others, too.

I blog because it helps me continually hone my skills as a writer.  I have creativity that burns inside of me.  If I don't use it and share it, I wither and get seriously blue.

I blog because I like meeting new people. I've already met so many wonderful folks through Finishing the Hat, and I've even gotten closer to friends I already knew.

I blog because it is so damn fun.




OK, dear ones, I am off to birthday my boy.  Have a beautiful Monday, and come back for more fun this week - hopefully some good news tomorrow, and a recap of our latest themed dinner on Wednesday.  Take care of you!

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Bringer of War

Yesterday I talked about how fake baked goods tempts me to eat real baked goods... and how that reminded me of a short film I wrote a few years ago.  The script is pretty brief, so I decided to post it in its entirety here.

There are two thoughts behind this short film.  One, that moderation is possible.  And two, that cupcakes are haunting.

(Photo AND cupcake by Flickr user mm550366)

So, without further ado...

BRINGER OF WAR
© 2011 Heidi Powers



INTERIOR - KITCHEN
An retro-kitsch TEAPOT sits on the table in a cozy breakfast  nook, where LIZ, tall and plump, sits with her roommate SANDRA, petite and sinewy.  The two ladies sip their tea. 


LIZ  
No, that's what I told him.  I said I wasn't going to go out
with him until he asked me on a date - a real date - with 
more than an hour's notice. 

SANDRA  
Well, good for you! Ballsy. 

  LIZ  
I really do like him, though. 

  SANDRA  
And he knows it? 

  LIZ  
Well... yeah. I think. I'm not sure. 

  SANDRA 
  But he didn't ask you out after that? 

  LIZ  
He sort of did.  He told me to clear my evening next 
Wednesday, when he's back in the office.  More tea?  

SANDRA  
Sure, thanks.

Liz tops off their teacups.


SANDRA  
So, Mr. Nerdy I.T. on Wednesday! 

  LIZ  
But he didn't tell me what we were doing.  For all I know 
he just needs another person for his RPG.

She stands and crosses to the refrigerator, grabbing a carton of milk.


SANDRA  
Oh, I hope it's something nice!  Then I can live 
vicariously through your geek love!  

LIZ  
Don't jinx things!  Geek crush, that's all. 

She pauses to consider the fridge.


LIZ (CONTINUED)  
Hey, I have cupcakes. Want one? 
  SANDRA What?  No.  

LIZ  
(Teasingly)  
They're fancy... Madagascar bourbon vanilla...   

SANDRA  
I don't care if the vanilla is so rare and precious that it had to 
pass through a monkey's intestines.  No thanks.  

LIZ  
Well I wouldn't want to eat one if it had. But I'm pretty sure 
a monkey didn't poop any of the ingredients, because this is sugar bliss.   

SANDRA  
Maybe I was thinking of coffee beans.  

LIZ  
What? 

  SANDRA  
Those coffee beans that the monkeys... defecate.

Liz pulls a cupcake from the box and places it on a saucer.  She crosses back to the nook, sits down and begins to nibble at it.


LIZ  
Such an appetizing conversation for teatime.  Thank you!

SANDRA
Are you actually eating one of those?

LIZ
Sure, why not?

SANDRA
Well... for one thing, you have a date on Wednesday...

LIZ
He knows what I look like.

SANDRA
Yeah, but you know how it goes. You can't eat just one.

LIZ
Uh, yeah you can.  It's called "moderation."

SANDRA
So what are you going to do with the other cupcakes?

LIZ
Cupcake.  Singular.

SANDRA
What will you do with it?

LIZ
Uh, I dunno.  Give it to someone else?
 
SANDRA
I worry about you.

LIZ
Well, thanks for thinking of me.
I'm OK. 


They sip their tea in silence for a moment.  It's awkward. And Sandra can't hold it in.

SANDRA  
You're going to eat the cupcake.  

LIZ  
I'm not going to eat the cupcake. 

SANDRA  
When I go out later, you won't be able to resist. 

  LIZ 
  I'm NOT going to eat the cupcake.  

SANDRA 
  It will taunt you.  Every time you open the fridge 
you will smell Madagascar bourbon vanilla!  And you 
will be powerless to stop it.  

LIZ  
Is that how you see this? A demonic cupcake is on 
the loose and there's no escaping it?
 
Sandra considers this for just a moment until we...

CUT TO:
INTERIOR - KITCHEN

It's the same kitchen from the first scene, but now it is empty, and shot in black and white to signify that we are in SANDRA AND LIZ'S IMAGINATION.

Slowly and quietly, we hear the ominous tones of Gustav Holst's MARS, THE BRINGER OF WAR as it thumps militantly, driving the camera as it pushes ever nearer the REFRIGERATOR.  Something is dreadfully wrong.

The fridge seems to open of its own volition.  We back up to follow the light pouring out from the door as it oozes down and across the tiles.  Until it brushes the edge of something and reveals - no.. it's too horrible.  We can't look... it's...

The CUPCAKE.  We close in at its eye level.  If it had eyes. In the light of day, it might look perfectly innocent. Lucious, even, with its creamy frosting, its playful sprinkles.

But in the harsh glare of the refrigerator light, it seems downright menacing.  Is it... it couldn't be.  Is it... glaring at us?

Through a series of shots, we discover that the cupcake is on the move with steely resolve.  Hard shadows dance across its face as it stealthily sneaks toward the edge of the kitchen.

It peeks around the corner, through the doorway, at something we can't see. 

INTERIOR - LIVING ROOM

Liz sits serenely, reading a magazine.  She smiles thoughtfully and turns the page.  Not a care in the world.

INT - DOORWAY
The cupcake has moved through, a bit, onto a table near the door.  It fills the screen, for the most part, except an indistinguishable blur in the background.  The focus pulls to reveal that the blur is LIZ.  The cupcake has her in its sites. It nods at her, knowingly.

INT - LIVING ROOM
Liz looks up from her magazine.  She can sense that something isn't right - she has goosebumps and doesn't know why.  She begins to look forward, left and right, for something - she doesn't know what.  As the music builds, we suddenly realize that the cupcake has come up behind her - the sneaky bastard.

A Hitchcock-style dolly zoom on Liz as she screams silently in horror - she has discovered the impending doom of the cupcake on her shoulder.  But she recovers her senses enough to rise and RUN!

INT - KITCHEN
She pulls around the nearest corner, back into the kitchen.  She catches her breath.

INT - LIVING ROOM
Like a horror movie monster, the cupcake slowly and  persistently pursues her.

INT - KITCHEN
Liz scrambles for something - anything- to use as a weapon. Salt shaker?  Spatula?  Aha: jagged, pointy, yes!  A FORK!

She seizes it.

She peeks around the corner to assess the situation.
 

INT - LIVING ROOM
Liz's POV.  The cupcake has drawn closer.

INT - KITCHEN.
Liz looks anxious.  She peeks around the corner again.

INT - LIVING ROOM
Liz's POV.  The cupcake - like a ninja - has moved closer once again.

INT - KITCHEN
This is agony.  But she can't wait any longer. She slides onto the doorway floor, face-on with the cupcake.  She wields her fork and stabs it.  A success!

But - wait. The cupcake, brutalized, is nodding again, with the same knowing confidence.  Suddenly Liz looks down at her weapon... it's a forkful of cupcake.  She played right into its hands.  If it had hands.

Liz looks resolved.  This isn't her time.  She flings the fork away from her, towards the refrigerator, and slams the kitchen door in the cupcake's crumbled face.  She sinks against the
cupboards.

With a sudden shift in the music, the refrigerator door opens again, but this time, a dashing but pompous BABY CARROT marches out and onto the floor.  He examines the cupcake carnage and the discarded weapon.  Tut tut - something's afoot.  He summons another carrot to his tactical meeting, and
another - until suddenly they become a whole carrot army.  And they're on the march.

The carrot soldiers shimmy up a table leg and march across the table at Liz's eye level, as she watches them from her spot on the floor.

Liz instinctively climbs up and into the chair at the back of the table, putting the protective front-line of beta carotene between her and the door.


The barricade spreads out just in time.  Against all odds, the cupcake - war-torn and haggard - has made it through and up to the other end of the table, opposite Liz.  The carrots steel
themselves.

The two sides battle.  The carrots are in the shit.  Frosting carnage spreads, fallen carrots pile, and still the army isn't giving up.  But just when things are looking brighter, the cupcake makes a hail-mary play: it hurls itself, slow-motion, through the air... right at LIZ.  This is the end, folks...

Or not!  From seemingly nowhere, Sandra leaps into the shot, into the air, across the table, waving her hands. 


SANDRA (in slow-motion) 
  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! 

Her open mouth collides with the cupcake as we -


JUMP-CUT TO


INT - KITCHEN

We're back in reality, again.  And Sandra has frosting all over her face.  She looks sheepish.


LIZ  
How's the cupcake?  

SANDRA  
(mouth full)  
It's... good.   
(She pauses. Awkwardly.)  
Thanks.