Assignment 1 | Screenplay
I adapted the screen by screen breakdown for the video from the script.
Intro: black
Maybe there are two worlds.
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Scene 1: woods
Transition: paint over woods
Maybe one is full of magic and wonder.
Animation: lights
Maybe in this world nothing makes sense. Maybe the moonlight makes everything bleed and birds glow when they sing. Maybe it is ruled by hearts and kindness and laughter.
Animation: erase lights; insert thorns
Maybe the other is led by logic and reason. Maybe it is full of sharp curves and soft winds and harsh expectations.
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Scene 2: meadow
Transition: paint strokes
Maybe these worlds intersect.
Image: paint strokes
Maybe this world bleeds into ours in the way the sun bounces off flowers in a meadow. Maybe we find our way into this world in the breeze that blows through the leaves.
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Scene 3: public square
Transition: layer 1
Maybe we find ourselves closest to magic and enchantment in liminal spaces,
Transition: layer 2
in the moments between sleep and wakening;
Transition: layer 3
in the view of farmers' fields in the middle of the night on a long train journey;
Transition: layer 4
the feeling of vivid sonder on a bench in a bustling public square in a vibrant city.
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Scene 4: space
Maybe the more we try to understand ourselves by finding explanations for everything; the more we don’t realise that there are infinitely more things in this universe than can be grasped in one lifetime, the more we cut ourselves off from experiencing true magic. Maybe the more we close our minds and decide there is only one right way to do things, the more we seal our own fates.
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Scene 5: layers
Or, maybe, there are not two worlds at all. Maybe there is just one, this one,
Transition: paint over asphalt
and we have to find the magic ourselves.
Image: asphalt
Maybe none of this is true but maybe all of it is. Maybe the magic lies in the way lights twinkle on freshly rained asphalt;
Transition: paint over waves
in the way the waves distort the sunlight
Image: waves
that glances off them; in connecting with like minded people across distances and decades.
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Scene 6
Just maybe, the world isn't cruel or uncaring at all, just mostly full of people trying their best in an environment that seems opposed to magic. Maybe we let everything in this world that we don’t understand make us cynical. Maybe we shouldn't let negativity stop us from finding the romance hidden in words and art and music.
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Outro: black
Maybe magic exists, but only if we look for it.
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