The 3 min project.

We have been given 3 minuets to fill with what ever we want.
Oh gee...
I could do anything.
Best way to start is with some ideas. Best way for ideas, spider diagram.

 

So there it is. My spider diagram.

I think my favorite of all these ideas is my comment on American health care.
During the summer just gone, at about 2AM I got into an upset and angry mood. I can't remember why but I know it happened because I wrote this...

His tightly closed fist crashed heavily into the side of my face. My jaw hung loosely as the warm blood pooled around my tongue. I staggered back against the cold brick wall of the alley. My attacker's friend stood watch while the muscular hulk grabbed me by the neck and pinned me to the wall with one hand. His right arm pulled back, then repeatedly jabbed into my stomach. I spluttered my red juices out onto his arm. He threw me to the ground, my nose breaking on impact with the tarmac. He crashed the heel of his foot into my back. Unable to move all I could do was take the beating. His foot slammed into me again, snapping my spine. He rolled me over and started cracking my ribs. The deep grunts of laughter bounced from bully to bully. My vision began to fade but I tried to stay focused. I focused on his gritty face. A painfully pleased grin fixed under two blood-lusting eyes.

I blacked out for just a moment. Re-awakening to the sound of a metal pipe being dragged towards me. I looked over just as it swung into my crotch. I tried to crawl away but it was too painful. His heavy boot slammed down onto my demolished ribs, holding me in place. He lifted the steel bar into the air, lining up the next swing. Now I wanted to black out. I didn't want to feel the crushing pain push up my massacred spine. He removed his foot from my chest, leaving a print on my drenched shirt. He grabbed each of my shoulders and sat me on top of a dumpster. I slumped back, waiting for this horror to end. I felt a sharp cracking pain in my shin. And then in the other. I rolled my head to the side to see the shimmer of light speed towards my legs. The watcher waited eagerly, where the alley met the street. Suddenly my feet were being grasped by gigantic hands. They tightened, crippling my feet with-in them. I was then swung from atop the dumpster and into the wall opposite it. I fumbled down back into a pool of my own blood. I lay they spluttering more blood into the miniature lake, waiting for the next blow. 

Now how does that have anything to do with American health care, well unlike the U.K., U.S.A don't have the NHS. The victim of this attack will have to pay for all of the medical treatment required to make him better. So after that horrible beating I plan to have it end in a hospital bed just as a Dr hands our 'John Doe the bill.

Here are a few more ideas for what I would want in the piece. Just to clarify, I'm not suggesting having Quentin Tarantino and the Watchmen in my 3 minuets. I jotted them down as I would like to fit with-in their styles. I might try slowing some of the shots down in editing, hoping that it will really hit the audience with the shocking attack.

I'm not too sure where I can film this, for both the beating and for the hospital scene I need some where nearby that kinda looks like an American alley. I'll also need some actors. I don't think costume would be an issue. As long as my actors can supply clothes they don't mind getting fake blood on. 'm sure that washes out. I'll have to check. After Halloween I plan to go and buy lots of fake blood, hoping that it will be cheep in a sale. I'm sure that I could use a class room in college as a Hospital room. A few props will be needed for that.
The heart-beepy machine...
The water bag...
Get better soon balloon...
Cheep Flowers...
Grapes...


There is a lot of work to be done still. Got to start some where though.