Thursday, December 11, 2014

Project #3: Final - "Thank You for (Not) Smoking"

MEDP 160 - Project #2 - Final Project - "Thank You for (Not) Smoking from Lemonia Giampilis on Vimeo.

Nick, a professor at Hunter College, scurries outside of his empty classroom, through the escalators, and out of the West building of the campus to put some much needed nicotine into his body.

Antonio, Dariaura
Giampilis, Lemonia
Sosa, Noelia
MEDP 16000
December 11, 2014
Final Project Script

Title: Thank You for (Not) Smoking
Starring: Nicholas Kaferlain
Director: Noelia Sosa
Lights: Dariaura Antonio
Sound: Lemonia Giampilis

Nick, a professor at Hunter College, prepares to erase the chalkboard and pack up his things after his class ends, and his students have already left.

After putting on his jacket, Nick reaches for his phone to check the time. Realizing time is ticking, he power walks towards the door.
(The “Mission: Impossible” theme song plays in the background)

Nick exits the classroom and paces towards the escalator.

Nick tries his best to dodge fellow escalator riders.

Nick becomes exasperated as he runs towards the exit.
(sounds of the 6 train nearby)

In front of the west building, Nick runs towards the camera and lights his cigarette. A look of contentment on his face is shown as he releases the first puff of smoke.
(“Bad to the Bone” by George Thorogood and the Destroyers plays in the background)

Realizing the no smoking sign above his head, Nick shrugs it off and continues to smoke.

  •   Scene transitions to black with the title of the film, “Thank You for (Not) Smoking
  •  Rolling end credits give credit where credit is due

Blog #4: Sound-Image and Image-Image Relationships

Movie: Stanley Kubrick's The Shining (1980)
Scene: Final scene, where Jack is chasing Danny outside of the hotel.

I chose The Shining because of its amazing cinematography, and it is truly one of the only horror movies I have ever enjoyed in my life (because I truly hate horror movies).

The music goes very well and coincides with the actions in the scene. Jack has officially lost his mind in the hotel, and is now chasing his son in the frigid cold with an ax in his hand. The music starts out slowly, and as Jack's confidence starts to build, the music level rises with his changing facial expression. There are medium close-up shots to show the expressions on Jack and Danny's faces. When Danny gets up and starts running, the camera starts to follow Danny behind him. There are also shots of Danny's footprints in the snow, and the camera is running in the same pace that Danny is.

The camera cuts to Jack frantically searching for Danny through the snow. When Jack stops, the camera stops. When Jack resumes to walking through the snow again, the camera follows. The music remains steady, because there has been no change in pace.

Danny continues to run frantically, and therefore the music becomes more frantic and loud. It gives the audience anxiety with the addition of music in the scene, because it leads some audiences to believe that Jack is closer to Danny than we want him to be.

The scene cuts to Wendy running towards the scene of the crime with the same knife she slashed Jack with in the hotel, and the music elevates even more. Now the entire family is involved in the chase. Lots of medium shots of the three of them running in the snow. The second Wendy and her son Danny are reunited, the music starts to slowly disintegrate, and once they embrace, hug and run towards the nearest truck the music slowly stops.

The music stops, and all we hear is the truck starting up with Wendy driving away from the hotel, and Jack shouting in the snow. A long shot shows Wendy driving the truck, while a medium shot shows Jack exasperating in the snow. Jack's movements are sporadic, and so are the camera's along with him. The sound effects start to become very spooky as Wendy drives away and Jack starts to lose his breath. A long shot shows Jack walking towards the light at the end of the tunnel. The last shot is Jack, dead and buried in the snow. It seems he died from hypothermia-related issues. The sound effect that transitions to the last shot of Jack dead in the snow is perfect, because it was very fast and sudden, to the point.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Blog #3: Discoveries at the Museum of the Moving Image

Being a native of Astoria, New York my entire life, this definitely was not the first time I had been to the Museum of the Moving Image. Since I also could not make it to the actual trip during Dean's Hours, I sacrificed my usual Friday night escapades with my friends to go to the museum and finish my assignment. On the plus side, I was able to get into the museum for free and knew exactly which exhibit I wanted to talk about for this blog assignment.

I was always fascinated by the events of World War II growing up. It is probably the most well-known war across the world for obvious reasons. That is why I chose the Eyemo as part of my blog assignment. It is one of my favorite parts of the exhibits at the MOMI, and it just happened to fit in with the description of the requirements of the assignment. What astounds me about the Eyemo is it was responsible for capturing nearly 90% of what was going on during World War II. Since technology was not as advanced back in the 1940s, it amazes me that this camera was able to capture the horrors of the war for so long. The Eyemo went on to be used by NBC for their news segments. It closely resembles the camera that we saw in class a few weeks ago, where the young woman came and gave us a tutorial on how to properly use and load the camera. It was very fascinating.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Blog #2: A Soundwalk in My Heavily Cultured Neighborhood

It is three o'clock in the afternoon, and I realize I've been hibernating in my apartment the entire day. So, I decide to take a walk, also because I've realized my second blog assignment is due in less than a week..

The first thing I do when I leave my apartment building is just stop for a second and close my eyes, just to get a sense of what I may or may not notice about the sounds in my surroundings. As I listen intently, I hear the blasting of a radio which is playing some type of Latin music. My guess is merengue. Along with the sound of the music blasting, I also hear a conversation going on between two men. I do not understand what the men are talking about because they are speaking Spanish. Although I understand Spanish and speak an ample amount of it, I cannot understand what these men could possibly be talking about because they are speaking with a heavy Dominican accent. In the midst of the merengue playing on the radio and the two Dominican men talking to each other, I notice the sound of scissors snipping at something. Why do I hear scissors, might you ask? It is because the door to my apartment building is situated right next to a barber shop, and all of the barbers that work at said barber shop are Dominican.

I decide to take a walk down the block to see if my best friend, Jen is home. She always likes joining me when I have eclectic assignments to do. As I try to cross the street to get to Jen's house, a car begins incessantly honking at a man on a bicycle who works for a restaurant of some sort and is trying to deliver the food to the customer's door. The honking becomes so infuriating that I take it upon myself to start yelling at the driver to stop being so obnoxious. He becomes more aggravated and almost runs a red light. I then scream to him "Look who's the idiot now!" Regardless of the event that occurred during my soundwalk, I did not appreciate the distraction. I cross the street and continue walking down the block to Jen's house.

Forgetting what time it is, I should mention I live up the block from an elementary school, the same elementary school I attended when I was a young girl. As I listen intently, it reminds me of what it was like to be in a school lunchroom. There were all these kids laughing, running after one another, and their mothers subsequently running after them and yelling after them as well. I listen in on one of the child's conversations with his mother. He is telling his mother about how much fun he had playing 7-Up with his classmates today. The enthusiasm in his voice as he is telling his mother the story makes me feel young again. It was adorable.

I finally reach Jen's house. She tells me she just needs to get ready first before we go back out again. She goes to her room to get ready while I am sitting in her living room. The television is off, and it is pitch quiet. I decide this would be the perfect time to continue my experimentation with my soundwalk. At first, I overhear Jen's grandmother upstairs. She is talking on the phone with her brother, but she is speaking Croatian. Therefore, I have no idea what she is talking about. I can also hear the clock ticking from her kitchen. I listen even more closely, and I can hear the humming of Jen's refrigerator. It must have been defrosting, but that is how quiet it got in her house. The window to the kitchen was open, and I could hear birds humming in the distance. I could also hear more children hustling and bustling down the street. I waited long enough for Jen to get ready that by the time she was done, the hour was over.

During my soundwalk I had realized subtle sounds I would normally never pay attention to, such as scissors snipping or the birds chirping. People were speaking in a multitude of different languages, from my Arabic neighbors next door to the Dominican barbers in the shop next to my apartment building, to Jen's grandmother speaking Croatian on her house phone. That is the beauty of living in Queens, I suppose. It was the time when children get out of school. I had the advantage of listening to all these enthusiastic conversations from these kids that wanted their parents to know how awesome their day was. I never realized just how culturally diverse my neighborhood was until this soundwalk. It was pretty cool.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Blog #1: Artist Statement

My name is Lem(onia) Giampilis.

My form of artsy fartsyness is in my writing. I cannot draw, paint, sculpt, or play music. I can sing on key, but my voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard. But, writing is where I tend to shine.

I was born in 1991 in Queens to immigrant parents from Greece. Yes, I speak Greek. No, I do not apply Windex on my skin ailments. I am a General Media Studies major and an English Literature minor. My dream is to work in Television Production once I graduate from college.

Eleanor Roosevelt once said "The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." Eleanor Roosevelt was a smart lady. I hold this quote close to my heart, and it has helped me realize that my dream, in a general sense, is to work in the vast world of media.

Growing up, I had my fair share of playtime at the park, and trips to the movies with my friends. But, my favorite past-time to this day was always sitting in front of the television. My parents used to yell at me and tell me to stop sitting so close to the television screen. They were getting sick and tired of watching "Full House" all the darn time, even after the show was canceled in 1995. As I grew older I was watching less sitcoms and more dramas. "One Tree Hill" was my favorite as a teenager. Television has come a long way since 1939. It has become so prominent, that I would much rather sit at home and catch up on my DVR recordings than go out to see the new Marvel movie at the theater.

With that said, I would love to be a writer of a television sitcom. Not really the head writer of a television sitcom, per se, but I would love to contribute my humor to the media, in the form of television. At this point, I would even love to work on "The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon". Fallon and I have a similar sense of humor, and I think he would appreciate what I have to bring to the table.

I hope that by the time the class is over, I become a step closer to living my dream of a career in the media world. I want the world to appreciate my work. I hope the world is ready for me. Because I sure am.