Sync Film Ideas

This spot for Guardian is the genius for why we should be attempting this project.

This is kinda fun given that you could run an underwater scene giving you a peek at what they are supposedly doing, bit smutty but that’s the point of it, you tease content that makes you want to swap visions. Looking at this concept with the strict confines of a ‘technical director’ you have your choice of cameras, and the availability of getting a camera to find the action – look up, look down, zoom in…

This idea is exactly a mix of two channels in one. It’s almost a directors cut of the idea. See – this is exactly what I’m talking about. Interactivity allows you to unlock the secrets behind a particular perspective! Brilliant. This idea would work a treat.

What if the audio carries through each of the perspectives, allowing an animator to draw one of the films all in sync with the action. That would be fun! Imagine suddenly some of the flavor of say an early Terry Gilliam animation to what Matt Damon is saying about clubbing baby seals, shrapnel in his buddies ass, etc. It could be really delightful to jump in and out of these 2 perspectives. What if we subvert the words with new sanitized PR imagery, irony anyone?

NSA’s Brand Problem


Good Will Hunting
written by Matt Damon & Ben Affleck

Will:Why shouldn’t I work for the N.S.A.?

That’s a tough one, but I’ll take a shot. Say I’m working at the N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I’m real happy with myself, ’cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people that I never met and that I never had no problem with get killed.

Now the politicians are sayin’, “Send in the marines to secure the area” ’cause they don’t give a shit. It won’t be their kid over there, gettin’ shot. Just like it wasn’t them when their number was called, ’cause they were pullin’ a tour in the National Guard.

It’ll be some kid from Southie takin’ shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, ’cause he’ll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks.

Meanwhile he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain’t helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They’re takin’ their sweet time bringin’ the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin’ play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain’t too long ’til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy’s out of work and he can’t afford to drive, so he’s walking to the fuckin’ job interviews, which sucks ’cause the schrapnel in his ass is givin’ him chronic hemorroids.

And meanwhile he’s starvin’ ’cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they’re servin’ is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I’m holdin’ out for somethin’ better. I figure, fuck it, while I’m at it, why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.