Following
a man who takes his new girlfriend on a second date, he takes her on a journey
to his favourite place. Walking up through the woods the art direction suggests
of a happy couple in love, a flower in her hair, pretty shots, but the man has
symbols of danger or warning, with yellow and black. As he draws her into the
woods she turns, looking back at the car, unsure whether she still feels safe.
Nonetheless, she places her trust and continues the climb up the hill.
They
reach the peak of the hill to a look out point, where you can see for miles
around, a timeless landscape, taking her breath away. The man then starts a
short monologue, possibly commenting on modern society, changing things from a
romantic excursion into something more sinister, a struggle breaks out, but he
soon over powers her, throwing her off the cliff. He looks down on her body
sprawled on the rock, lacking emotion his face is content. A close up on her
face transitions from normal light to a cold blue, as a small trail of blood drips
from her ear. (see opening to pans labyrinth)
He then
drags her back to his home, but continues the relationship, as if nothing
happened. At the table they have a conversation, as things heat up he slaps
her, and she slumps to the side. He rights her up, but blood starts dripping,
onto the floor, "your leaking dear" he states placing paper under her
chair. The door knocks and we see fear enter his eyes for the first time, as
his highly controlled world is threatened, he drags her into the off shot kitchen,
then goes to answer the door. Mean while the female character awakes but cannot
move, tears and emotion fills her face but she cannot shout for help.
I really wanted Ben as Director to take this simple idea and transform it making it his own, as it has to be the Directors vision in my view, therefore I gave him full freedom to change the idea and tried to distance myself from it's ownership. I have to say Ben turned out to be a strong character with specific ideas and it was interesting watching the decisions he made as on many occasions they were different to what I would have done.
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