Where My Project fits in Post-Modernism

My project fits within Post-mordernism due to the large embrace of multiple activities within my project. The act of filming the video constitutes the making of props, acting, directing, and editing the video and sound. All these processes culminate into one project at the end. My piece also borrows heavily from past film. I have studied many noir pieces to determine the look and feel of my piece while developing a gritty revenge narrative that is closely associated with past films. My piece exemplifies this research and I make it my own. This research is pulled directly from pop culture and other mass media. This would be looked down upon if viewed by a "pure" modernist. My project deals with many different faucets of life and is looking at the difference of cinematography throughout film to make a cohesive body of work. This viewing of different art instead of the purist would also seem inappropriate to modernists.

Dialogue (WIP)

Dialogue First Scene- Pulling up to Joe’s House
I pulled up to Joe’s house at a quarter past midnight. The cool night air stinging my lungs. This was the moment I would take my revenge. This was the moment I would take the life of the man who killed me 18 hours ago.

Second Scene- Waking up and finding syringe
It all started when I woke up and felt an itch on my arm. As I reached the area I suddenly felt the syringe protruding from my arm.

Third Scene- Running into bathroom
I staggered into the bathroom reeling from what was put in my system. Who did this? How? Why? That’s when I saw the note taped to the mirror. The note read that I was delivered a fatal dose of atropine and had less than a day to live. My heart rate quickened. My breathing became exaggerated. I was counting down how many breaths I had left.

Fourth Scene-Sitting On Couch in living room
Any normal citizen would have run out their door and drove to the hospital to find a cure. A normal citizen would have run to their family for one last goodbye. I wasn’t exactly normal. I understood that when the type of people I worked with wanted you dead, you were dead. They would find you wherever you decided to hide, including hospitals. I was a dead man; I just was lucky enough to know it beforehand. The only thing that was in my mind was one thing, revenge.

Fifth Scene- Grabbing keys and driving to Dennis
The first person I knew to go to for information was Dennis. Dennis was the bottom feeder of the family syndicate. He was assigned all the dirty jobs the guys didn’t want, he also loved to eavesdrop. He would know who the players were in my poisoning.

Sixth Scene- Walking out of the alley
It took half my savings to get the information out of Dennis. Not that it mattered anymore. He told me I could find the man who sold the atropine to my killer later that night across town. He meets friends for dinner every weeknight.

Seventh Scene- Sitting in living Room
You would think a dead man would have more important things to do than wait around for his killer. When you have no family, no one to care for you, no one to know if your alive or dead…. you begin to understand why.

Eighth Scene- Waiting in car for man to go inside
I waited in my car until I saw him go into the restaurant. He looked at me with surprise. My gun just inches away. He knew who I was, He gave up the name of who bought the poison easy enough. The Name of the person was harder to swallow.

Ninth Scene- Flashback to Joes House
About five years ago I pulled up to my old partners house looking for some help. I got into some bad trouble gambling and needed some money to win big to clear my debt. Joe didn’t like it, desperation won out and I pulled a gun on him. He didn’t like that.

Tenth Scene- Back to Car Scene
I staggered out of the car. The knife blade throbbing with my heart beat. My energy sapped from my body. I can’t die yet I can’t die yet. I have to get to Joe’s house.

Eleventh Scene- Pulling up to Joes House
I pulled up to Joe’s house at a quarter past midnight. The cool night air stinging my lungs. The warm slick blood running from my side. My hands are beginning to shake. Only have moments left.

Twelfth Scene- The encounter
The door was open. I slowly made my way in keeping quiet. Joe was already waiting for me at the table. I stumbled to the chair and fell into it. I had to get him talking so I could find an opening.

Actual Diegetic audio- Joe, I…. BLAM