The Tragedy of Hernest Emingway

Overall, in this film, I did alright. The film was reasonably well edited, written, and directed. In particular, we did well in planning the film completely: following the storyboard, planning for editing, and incorporating all requirements of the project. However, we met some problems in the camera work. The largest problem in this area was in many of the shots my and Nate's heads were cut off by the fact that Jaclyn was far shorter than both of us. This problem was only deepened by inconsistent aspect ratio. It particularly noticeable in the shot were Nate takes the fish from me. In order to preform the camera movements required of that shot we had to use a handheld camera. If I were to redo this I would have had a taller person shoot this scene or have used a dolly. Another problem in this film was that some shots had sloppy mistakes. This takes its most basic form in some shots not having proper focus. Another basic mistake I made was having the 'digital lab' sign appear in the film. the final basic mistake we made was in some of our camera movements not being smooth. But, despite these issues in cinematography I feel that we were able to create a film with deep meaning. both on a narrative level, and a cinematic one utilizing the principles of design to create meaning and emotion. This can particularly be seen in the use of balance and diagonal lines through this film.  If I were to redo this project I would have spent more time getting the shots done correctly doing more retakes to get them right. In addition I would have liked to be able to go into the sound booth to record a poem I co-wrote for this film.

After originally story boarding this film, I co-wrote a poem with Ed Hans about its story. I originally planed to use it as narration, but time was a limited resource.
poem:
I fish for
I’m a Fisherman 
And my name is Hernest emingway 

I’m the one who’s gonna catch the fish

Swoop bing tomp

Hook and catch

Watch,

And Away we go

Swing in the water down low

Sploosh blub blub

Goldie Fish swamp and stomp and stub

He sees a tasty treat

Some life

Some meat

He wiggles over to claim his prize

He sees something strange and he is wise

But such a tasty treat ready to eat 

No no he cannot eat

This is no treat

Fishie fish try to swim away

But Fisherman he's to smart

A big old net he lay

Me’s catch good fat fish that day

Fish fish is mine i say

And big fump fump man he hear me say and he come over and he go

Hey my friend, you are my friend and...

And we are both not sick and all that!

And i just want to say that we are like two flies on a brick!

And i just want to add that what i got in a day is also what you got but mostly the other side you know what i mean, brother brother

And i say you sure are nice but,

i just would not want to throw those dice for free today!

But then he say

What i mean is...

What i mean to say is  that fish, he’d not yours

He ours

He’s mine more like, but also ours

He grab my goldie 

I do not ask

He jot away and what’d he do

What he say?

Is that the fish proved we must all be one

He walk down to town

He gallop away

He tell all the persons

He speak real big

The fish, this is his proof

Proof of his word

And I’d buy it too not that i would

And the people they chant

And they follow the rhymes

And the make up new words

And they start looking weird and sounding just off

And Bigg Fump say one day that we must be our self's each strong to be good to he

And we must now be nice to the mans with the sticks

And i wonder what this all be?

Cus we are’nt means to be one and 

mans are bad i know that for sure

And I think real tough 

And i think again

And i know what i want pretty sure

I want to get out 

And i want to go sew

That was my fish and this guy

This guys just a fool

So i tell all my friends

And I tell them my thought

And they go up to Fump

And they spoilt my plot

And i'm a ruin now days

And i have nothing to say

For I was a fisherman

And my name is still Hernest Emingway