Claustrophobic Vision: The Omen

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Continuing with my classic horror viewing, on Friday night I watched the 1976 version of The Omen.

As the use of silence in The Exorcist struck me, The Omen‘s defining feature was the claustrophobic nature of the shots. The director uses close ups in the best possible way, focusing on the actors’ eyes. We see shots of Mrs Baylock’s eyes filling the screen frequently, and of Thorn’s as well. The extremely tight shots create feelings of intimacy and heightened awareness, along with adding to the creeping despair.

There is also a building feeling of dread to the movie. The film’s tension rises slowly, increasing with the dawning realization of what is actually going on. By the film’s climax, I was shaking, looking to my friend and whispering “I’m scared.”

Richard Donner, the director, did a fantastic job of disorienting the viewer. At times, particularly the scene in the Italian graveyard, the viewer is distanced from the characters. We take on a bird’s eye view, on the same level as the Rottweilers. At points, we cannot see the dogs, but we hear them shuffling around us.

The Rottweiler that guarded Damien was incredibly disturbing. Part of the film’s strength lies in how it makes the ordinary extraordinarily frightening. The dog walks through the house in the film’s climax…we can hear it, we can see it, but there’s something about it that frightens us tremendously.

 

Happy Halloween everyone!

30 Days of Writing: Finally over.

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Final question! Tag someone! And tell us what you like about that person as a writer and/or about one of his/her characters!

I like lots of writers for lots of different reasons.

But I’m not going to make anyone else do this.

Instead, I’ll go back to working on my structuralism essay, contemplating theories for my Prisoner essay, and pray that my Psycho DVD arrives soon for the other, actually important thesis.

Potential Favorite Author Meeting Level: High

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So, I checked my email today at my internship to discover a wonderful message from my mom.

It was short, simple, little more than a copy-and-paste from a website.

This is generally what it said:

Subject: Alexander McCall Smith

October 25, 2010

6:00 pm, Boston Public Library (lecture),
700 Boylston Street, Copley Square, Boston, MA.

Being at work, my response was to simply grin widely. At school or at home, it would be more vocal, along the lines of “HURRAY!”

Alexander McCall Smith is my favorite living author. His stories make me so happy. I could be miserable, but to read a few pages of 44 Scotland Street and I’m instantly in a better mood.

I’m really, really excited. I’ve already marked it on my calendar. I’ve got my entire afternoon free. I’ll be camping out. Most camp out to meet rock stars. I camp out to meet my favorite writer.

And now for something completely different…

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My novel has been temporarily put aside. No, this isn’t because I’ve gotten bored with my research. Quite the opposite. I thoroughly enjoy it.

But sometimes life throws us new opportunities. Jobs, moves, in my case, academics.

You see, I’m writing two theses this next year. In order to keep some sanity, I’m devoting much of my summer to doing the preliminary research for the more intense of the two.

Alas, that means that the RAF have to take a back seat to the swinging ’60s.

My topic, for now very vague, is on individuality and identity as explored in The Prisoner. With all of my research (and yes, this does include watching television), I’m hoping to form a concrete idea so I can re-propose it the first day of fall semester.

I’m very excited by this project. I’ve begun gathering sources and have been viewing The Prisoner for the third time since late November. Chucked in with that is also old school Doctor Who and I’ve just picked up a few episodes of The Avengers from the library, to get a better idea of quirky adventure, sci-fi and spy shows from the era.

I think it’s pretty funny, me abandoning the RAF for the 1960s, considering that my first novel was set in 1969 and I put aside the 1960s for WWII. It’ll be a sick and vicious circle, forever following my adult life.

As for the second thesis, I’m not sure what it entails, apart from connecting to the study of aesthetics.

And I just found out that Secret Agent aka Danger Man is being rereleased on DVD this fall. I’m excited.

One year ago today…

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It’s hard to believe that She Thinks Too much is a year old! Who ever thought that a little project for a class would continue and flourish a year later?

This little blog has undergone a lot of changes. From its earliest, insecure incarnation as a place for random postings, reviews and musings, it’s since mutated into a writing/travel blog since I’ve gone on the road. Gone is the intention of posting weekly comics (who knows, those might actual make appearances, if I ever draw them).

I hope I’ve created something intelligent and above all, entertaining. Thank you to everyone who has read, commented and shared my blog. Without you readers, this blog wouldn’t be the same.

Here’s to another year!

Che la diritta via era smaritta.

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Sometimes, you just get stuck.

It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, there’s just a mental block. Yesterday, I was working on a picture of Michelangelo’s David at the Academia and found I couldn’t draw. No matter what I did, the lines didn’t look right, the pencil felt wrong in my hands. Eventually, I managed to work through it (ish). Now I have to go back to the Academia and finish my homework, but no complaints here.

Tomorrow, I’m making a presentation about the historical Virgil versus the literary Virgil in Inferno. I’ve done tons of research, but I’m still stuck. I find myself procrastinating, reading far ahead in Vita Nuova and dawdling about Inferno. Ah, such is life. At least I’m stuck in an interesting read.