So on Monday we started back to uni and officially kicked off 2nd year! We got given our brief for the Fiction Adaption unit which I am extremely excited about! after the lecture myself and Gemma went to town to try and find some short story books and poetry books. After about 3 hours we weren't able to find any that appealed to us so we called it a day. When I got home I started doing some more research online on short stories and poems. I want to concentrate more on short stories and poems rather than graphic novels or comics because as much as I like them I like poems and short stories more. When we were given the brief I couldn't make up my mind what sort of genre I wanted to go for. I have been torn between Drama/Romance and Horror. The reasons I wanted to maybe do Drama/Romance over Horror was because it is something that I have yet to really work with as a filmmaker and I really want to try making something in that genre. However I believe my strong points are in Horror. With this in mind i did a lot of research into all 3 of the genres and I searched on a lot of different websites and even contacted studios and creative businesses in the Medway and Maidstone area to see if they knew and writers or poets and through this I have received quite a bit of interest.
With this being said I recently finished reading Frankenstein and while I was researching stories and idea popped into my head! "What about a romantic take of the story of Frankenstein." I had the idea to bass it on a guy who was lonely and longed for company and specifically a girlfriend. When he is in a book shop and comes across the Mary Shelly book Frankenstein this gives him the idea on how to get rid of his loneliness. He will make a girlfriend out of body parts and make her come to life. After bringing her out to the public she scares the people in the town and they turn on the couple and try and kill his monster girlfriend.
I told this idea to Simon today in our tutorials and even through he liked the idea he (like i thought so myself) the story would be far too long to fit into 5 minutes. But he did tell me to keep it as an idea for a later project. So with this I went back to the drawing board. I began researching again but this time more focused on poems. I then came across a poem written by little known writer called Darun Ferguson, The poem is named Stalker.
Stalker
I've tracked you
down for many days;
I've followed you through
alleyways.
You haven't even seen me
yet,
But when you do, you won't
forget.
I wanted you first at the
store;
I saw you there
five times before.
And you were always all
alone;
And now I want you for my
own.
So here we are
my lovely one;
My suffering has
just begun.
Where do you live?
I want to know;
I do not know yet where to
go.
I follow close
behind your car;
You do not even
go too far.
You stop off quick to get some
gas;
I watch you
every time you pass.
You do not even notice me.
How lucky could
I ever be?
But maybe you just didn't
care
To try to see me
sitting there.
And now the
pain; you love me not.
My face is red; my head is
hot.
Just go home now and you
will see
.
The punishment for shunning
me.
So now you're
home; and I am too.
I park my car
away from you.
I sneak up as
you go inside;
You do not know
how hard I cried.
The sky is dark; it's
getting late.
It's hurting
worse the more I wait.
But nonetheless, this much
I knew;
I had to get in
there with you.
I quietly unlock the door;
I tiptoe softly
on the floor.
I hide,
completely from your sight.
I wait till you turn out
the light.
You're all
undressed and fast asleep.
Your snoring shows your
slumber's deep.
And all my
patience now is lost;
I must have you
at any cost.
And here we are
my lovely one;
My suffering will soon be
done.
In just a moment, you'll be
mine,
And everything will turn
out fine.
I kiss you once to show my
love,
Once more to
thank the stars above,
And last to give you all my
best,
Before I send your soul to
rest.
I grab a pillow
from the bed.
I press it down
over your head.
You wake up, flailing in
distress;
I hold your arms
down on your chest.
You cannot swing; you
cannot scream.
I tell you that it's just a
dream.
Go back to sleep; don't try
to fight.
You will not get away
tonight.
And so it's done; my task
is through.
I lie down in
the bed with you.
I hold you in my arms gently;
I only want you
next to me.
I run my hands
across your face.
Your hair I stroke; your
lips I taste.
You're still so warm; you
smell so sweet.
I brush my toes
across your feet.
On top of you I feel
delight.
But something just does not
seem right.
You can't even return a
kiss;
Will I not know
what pleasure is?
But so is fate; I will not
cry.
Yet still I question myself
why.
I leave you there upon your
bed;
The only love I had is
dead.
And though my
pain is all but gone,
I have my faith
to carry on.
I'll try to find
somebody new;
I hope that she
will be like you.
Yet this time I will not
forget.
That killing only brings
regret.
But how else
will I take her heart
Without tearing my own
apart?
By Darun Ferguson
After reading this amazing poem I was smacked with inspiration! I could vision the 5 minute short film in my head as I read it and I started piecing it together.
I am going to start changing the poem into the films script and start some pre production on the project.