Cinematic Arts - The LA Flood Project (sitios de interés)
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Stage I
What is the sound of 23 soon-to-be-famous screenwriters writing? The tap, tap, tapping of keyboards with the drip of precipitation or the gnashing of tiny teeth. And for those keeping with the sacred traditions, the ruffle fluff of paper pages quivering as the wind begins to rise. The splash of tipped coffee in surprise as the cloud return with a clap of thunder. The rain starts again in great splats. Laptops fold. Papers are collected. No one remembers to count the seconds between the flash and the boom. Rain in curtains. Rain in torrents. Far worse than any jungle scene in a cheap horror film. The statue of Douglas Fairbanks Sr. stands in the middle of it all and, as the sunlight disappears, his smile becomes a bit ironic.
Stage II
Day for night. The rain changes everything. Lightning makes the world move frame by frame. Water rushing round every archway. Lightning makes the world move frame by frame. Bravely, some still watch from the balconies. Water rushing round every archway, as Mr. Fairbanks sinks without a sound.
Stage III
Doug Fairbanks is up to his kneecaps in bent bicycles. The Pacific has dragged her anger back to the shore. The sun begins to vaporize the few wet remnants clinging to the walls, the windows, the walkways. Mr. Fairbanks has survived. Shreds of plastic flap like banners on his upraised arm. And as the clouds begin to flee, his smile becomes a bit heroic.
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What is the sound of 23 soon-to-be-famous screenwriters writing? The tap, tap, tapping of keyboards with the drip of precipitation or the gnashing of tiny teeth. And for those keeping with the sacred traditions, the ruffle fluff of paper pages quivering as the wind begins to rise. The splash of tipped coffee in surprise as the cloud return with a clap of thunder. The rain starts again in great splats. Laptops fold. Papers are collected. No one remembers to count the seconds between the flash and the boom. Rain in curtains. Rain in torrents. Far worse than any jungle scene in a cheap horror film. The statue of Douglas Fairbanks Sr. stands in the middle of it all and, as the sunlight disappears, his smile becomes a bit ironic.
Stage II
Day for night. The rain changes everything. Lightning makes the world move frame by frame. Water rushing round every archway. Lightning makes the world move frame by frame. Bravely, some still watch from the balconies. Water rushing round every archway, as Mr. Fairbanks sinks without a sound.
Stage III
Doug Fairbanks is up to his kneecaps in bent bicycles. The Pacific has dragged her anger back to the shore. The sun begins to vaporize the few wet remnants clinging to the walls, the windows, the walkways. Mr. Fairbanks has survived. Shreds of plastic flap like banners on his upraised arm. And as the clouds begin to flee, his smile becomes a bit heroic.
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