June 3, 1999.

The commercial I scripted while my class was discussing the impact of World War II on Canadian foreign policy:

Set:

A stark, blinding, well-lit white expanse. Ten little round tables and chairs are grouped about 20 feet back from the camera. In the chairs slump a bunch of men & women, some in groups and some alone. All are wearing beige pants and black tops. Some of the men and all of the women are wearing dark & freaky makeup.

Seconds 0-4

Sound:

Sisters of Mercy, "This Corrosion" (the faux-harpsichord lead in to the chorus).

Action:

Their heads snap up, and they begin to move with zombie-like speed & determination to the area before the cameras.

Seconds 5-28

Sound:

The 'hey now' part starts.

Action

Quick cuts between the following:

1. a tall lanky boy with a bright purple brush cut is moving dreamily in half-time, spinning & rippling in a strange solo ballet
2. a small girl with New Wave hair and lots of clanky punk rock jewelry is balanced on 4" metal-and-leather boots. She minces around energetically and manages to keep upright.
3. a girl with long fuchsia hair and glitter makeup spins, dips & turns gracefully. She kicks out from the hip to punctuate one "hey" - the shot freezes and the angle rotates 180 degrees.
4. a girl and a boy - both with long romantic hair - gesture expansively, reaching out repeatedly and interpreting the lyrics with their hands. Although the idea is similar, these two have different ideas about how to dance.
5. a boy dances with his back to the camera - indescribable & weird.
6. a large hairy guy is flinging himself around with little regard for rhythm or the safety of others.
   
   
   

   Seconds 29-30

   khakis
   goth

   

   

   I'm tired. I've been really pushing to get caught up on homework...I'm almost there, but I was up listening to taped lectures until 1:30 last night. I actually dreamt about William Lyon Mackenzie King. Not a nerd, just overworked. Really.

   I have been seeing a lot of the Boy, though. On Tuesday he began his new career in rickshaws - yup, pulling tourists from large events to subway stations and car parks. He seems to be capitalizing on his looks a bit, which I don't mind...who considers giggly older female tourists a threat? And if they were, what would that say about me?

   Too tired to continue. Wish I'd taken a nap instead of transcribing the above - and now it's time for class.