TMA 273 Films

My productions made my last semester before my mission...

Introduction

I Am from Samantha Copé on Vimeo.

Interview Project

Katie Jones and I from Samantha Copé on Vimeo.

Event Project

Game Night and Stereotypes from Samantha Copé on Vimeo.

POV Project

Once I have Grown a Foot or Two from Samantha Copé on Vimeo.

You can also download my films as a podcast through sammicope.podbean.com!

Enjoy :)

The Cruise

            It took me three days to watch The Cruise and it’s only an hour and fifteen minutes or so. I was so intrigued by this character when we watched a clip in class and I wanted to find out more about him. But you don’t. It’s the same thing for the whole hour and whatever. He says all these things and espouses all these ideas, but I felt like I didn’t really get to know him. It was more of what than why.  And it gets old. So, I guess, overall his storytelling approach was entirely ineffective, at least on me because it didn’t change my views or anything (and that’s how I measure something as effective). One particularly ineffective moment was toward the end. The Bennett Miller chose to have this sentimental sounding piano piece play as Timothy "Speed" Levitch looked up at the twin towers. It felt contrived because it seemed the filmmaker was trying to hard to make the audience feel something.

            In essence, though, I did learn this character of a guy has a lot of ideas and that was communicated effectively. I loved the snappy click of the microphone as he turned it off and on when he thought of another fact to tell or finished with one he started. I loved how he spoke, too—word choice not tone of voice. His diction was very lofty and I feel like the poeticness of his speech was emphasized with the images the filmmaker chose to show as Levitch spoke them. There is a moment where he describes humanity and instead of watching him talk you watch a ferry pass across the screen. The moment was kind of powerful and definitely beautiful in an odd way.

            Part of the ineffectiveness of this film was the length. I understood the character thirty minutes in, if not earlier. He compares the old bus touring company he used to work for with the one he is employed by now, and he gives examples of historical and fictional characters that would work there. The old one was the Spartacus-type. The current one is the Willy Wonka-type, who he admits to channeling.

            The character the filmmaker chose was good and bad. He was effective because he was interesting, but ineffective because he was interesting. I spent a large portion of the movie laughing at him because his ideas are so outlandish, but I know this isn’t what the filmmaker intended. I can tell in the way Miller structures his edits, he is not trying to make us think Levitch is insane, but instead just showing us and letting us make conclusions. Miller may even be trying to say, “You know, this guy seems crazy, but he is grasping at something really important.” That important thing being to ‘seize the day.’ There is history in every place and important things to be recognized, but also history to make of our own. Levitch states it best himself when he mentions that he only has this tour to change their lives. It’s his own type of missionary work and getting in touch with God by appreciating his surroundings. Cruising is his way of accomplishing it. There is something profound to be learned from this seemingly crazy guy, but I think the guy tells it better himself than the movie shows it.

           

OT: Our Town

This is a story about students in Compton, California. We've all heard stereotypes about it. OT: Our Town is about overcoming those. It's not just a ghetto full of gangsters; it's a community with real people and real problems—students trying to escape the stereotype.

The film focuses on a group of students who are putting on a play at Dominguez High School, where nothing has been performed in twenty years. The play is about a town in New Hampshire, and the kids don’t find it very relatable, but the director tells the story by comparing the two. A recording of the play is intercut with footage of the students, their town, and their performance of the play. An introduction of Compton runs parallel to an introduction of the play, and an introduction of the students coincides with the introduction to the play’s characters. This approach is so effective in helping viewers to make connections.

There is a chronological structure with title cards announcing how many days until the play opens, but, more importantly, there is a thematic structure. The play itself has three acts: daily life, love and marriage, and death. It is in this way that the footage and interviews are organized. Daily life gives us glimpses into the lives of the students at home. Love and marriage includes lots of discussion about dead beat dads and how many of their peers get married early or are impregnated and abandoned. Act III shares insights into the suicide of a best friend in addition to other students’ experiences with death. One student participant shares his fear of dying without having done anything. It is during death that the audience fears the play might die, too. The crisis is that the students are not memorizing their lines and they’re skipping practice; the teacher is bringing them down. Things can’t get any worse. So they get better. She apologizes, the show goes on, and they sell out. There was a payoff to the set up.

Confusing parts didn’t exist in the documentary because the director Scott Hamilton Kennedy makes it very accessible. The only thing that was ineffective was choice of music. At the end the music changes to this upbeat song, and it is not fitting for the reflection that, I think, should be happening at the end.

            Overall, though, I did really care about these students because they were sharing their innermost thoughts and feelings on camera. They also live in such a rough place and are going through hard times that you are on the edge of your seat hoping that something good will happen to them. I thought repeatedly showing their chant during practices and before the play were particularly effective because it made me excited. “How good are we?” “DAMN GOOD!” This is cursing at its least offensive. And I didn’t feel manipulated. Kennedy just picked a good subject to film and I feel like its portrayed how it is. The story itself is inspiring; it only relies on editing for clarity not feelings. With that in mind, I do feel like the director puts you on theater’s side by making sports out to be evil. However, the cuts of the interviews seem genuine, and I do feel it was a fair portrayal of the students and the school because the gritty and good are shown.

In the end, not only was the play something to be proud of, but the students could also be proud of their town, and what they had made of it. There is a hope that these kids can go somewhere in spite of circumstances.

the beginning.

I've just started a new semester at BYU, and my last before I leave for my mission (hopefully, in June). I'm excited for my classes this semester because I'm watching tons of movies, writing about theater and film, and studying what I love most. Toward the end of my sophomore year I had decided I liked documentary, but wasn't going to pursue making them. After working on several fiction films, I came to the conclusion that I didn't love to make them, and that I'd rather change the world telling real stories, or at least try. So, here I am, creating a blog for my "New Media Storytelling" class--basically, the gateway to the documentary track. I'm only required to post three responses to media I view outside of class, but I thought I'd keep a better record of some of my other assignments, and I am starting with our observations project.

We had to choose one day to observe the everyday beauty around us. I chose Thursday, January 6th, 2011. Here is what I saw:
- In the morning when I caught the bus, I said hello to the bus driver. He turned to the road and didn't say a thing. I considered him unfriendly. On the way to school he randomly stopped by the side of the road. I grew impatient, wondering what was going and worrying that I would be late to my class. A minute or two later a girl comes walking by the side of the bus and got on. This bus driver did what most don't--waited for a straggler--when the rest of us passengers didn't even notice her before.
- At work, one of my co-workers consistently wears colorful argyle sweaters with matching collared shirts and ties underneath. This day was no exception. He wore a green, black, and gray argyle sweater, with a bright green shirt, and, I think a gray tie.
- While I sat at the Wilkinson Center waiting for my bus to arrive I noticed the setting sun's light hitting the windows of the homes on the mountains and reflecting that light while everything around them grew darker. I always seem to notice when the mountains turn pink, but I don't usually take note of the lighting bouncing on the windows.
- The ride home had a great view with a beautiful sunset of blue, purple, and pink.
- I went to the temple that evening and there were a couple beautiful things there besides the usual. First, when we went to hang up the coats there was a row of colorful coats in a row--yellow, green, and blue. I realized I was wearing my orange coat, and took my roommates red coat, and hung the two in order next to the others. Second, I love how gentle and soft the whispers of the temple workers are to prompt those doing baptisms. Third, was this one girl carefully braided her friend's hair to match hers. That same girl several minutes later had her head resting on another friend with a braid. You could sense the closeness and the care she had with her friends.
- Later my roommate and I were walking from her car to the parking lot and my eyes were drawn to two beautiful things. First, there was the sky which had this awesome gradient from a light purple to dark blue and star-covered, and then there was also the snow on the ground which sparkled like there were miniature diamonds thrown into it.

Obviously, I love color and the sky since those seem to be reoccurring instances, but people, too. There is a lot of beauty in people; even though I have little faith in them sometimes, there is definitely hope.