Freedom

Beeman,
I think this is the most thoughtfuly chaotic essay I've worked on. Articulation is hard to come by but I think This pitch was a good sell, These were the notes that I used in class.

-jslm

Trucking out from a rear view mirror, there are trees flowing by, air rushing through a mildly cracked window. A young man sits, Slicked hair, Aviator glasses, a dirty rock band plays through the speakers, the beat influences the drags of his cigarette. Every stop he makes he is sure to ash his cigaret through the small crack in his tinted windows. he wears no seat belt. The rushing trees soon become start to mesh into other photographs and it becomes more apparent that the back ground is made of composited environments. These environments evolve into photographs, Eventually, the young man drives past the frame leaving behind the montage of different environments, A waterfall sparkles as a troop of scouts wander past in awe. Two teenagers run through the woods in camouflage pants dogging paint balls, a group of hipsters pull in to a vacant lot and hop out with a disco ball ready to dance and enjoy the evening. They thrash and dance hard, they dance through the night. Dance until they fall. at first this falling is seen as frightening. A woman falls down into a dark abyss, she is horrified for a few frames. in Slow Motion she screams in terror, we jump to a wide shot of her laughing as she takes a plunge in to a lake from the top of a bluff. she waves to the boy, smiling like an angel looking unto the future. He stands there in brilliant youth ready to dive, ready to fall, as he plunges, we hear a sharp squeal of the wheel, he flips violently through a void far lost from the lake we were at, now he plunges through abstract red black purple and orange space, soon everything is blue as he comes to rest in the seat of a car. slowly as he comes too he looks around, slowly, he feels his seat belt as it materializes, he opens one eye a smear of blood comes down his face. We see his profile, a steering wheel comes into focus, broken and steaming, his second eye opens and his face is significantly more bloodied, the whole car erupts in to violent clarity all at once. he is in a ditch, his hair is messed up and matted, he looks down at the cd player, and it is skipping, he dose not know why it chose to skip on this part of the song, its such an ironic song for the machine to chose to skip on the thought crosses his mind as he unbuckles, grabs his broken and bloodied cigarets and glasses, climbs out the side of his car, and walks a way from a wreck, He wont be so lucky next time.

A Lion

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

F. W. Murnau

James Dean in Reble Without A Cause