Tell me the story: Dinner at Latrigg
Posted: April 25th, 2009 | Author: John | Filed under: Beautiful Images | 2 Comments »
Dinner at Latrigg
This image jumped out at me as being very cinematic. Something interesting is going on here. Something about this story is going to make us look at the world in a new way. Briefly, tell me the story here. This is the opening scene.
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The waiter removes his hand from her plate and stands with the umbrella, protecting her from the persistent misty rain.
The woman looks across the table at the man and smiles just a little. Her face betrays a deep, selfless pain.
The man returns her gaze with a frozen stare. His eyes are cold, confused, questioning. They suddenly fill with emotion and a tear slides silently down his left cheek.
The man raises his glass, and she follows.
The waiter looks away, respectful.
"To Patrick," the man whispers. "To Patrick," she responds.
A gust of wind yanks the umbrella from the waiter's negligent hand, startling all three.
"Oh for CHRIST'S SAKE! You don't have to blow them off the fucking hill!" A director slouches into frame, coffee cup in hand.
We pan to see a giant industrial fan, and a grip cowering at the controls.
The director yells "CUT!" and lifts his coffee. He hurls it at the kid but the fan blows it back in a fine mist all over him. He goes pale and looks up at the rain machine obediently pissing on his face. For a moment we see his face in intimate detail: this must be the worst day of his career. Again.
Blackout.
Brilliant! A very engaging beginning. And then the camera pulls back again to reveal the actual director reviewing this on a monitor in the editing room. Too many embedded narratives? I think not.