- During this part of the film…
- This relates to _______ in chapter ______
- It appears that…
- Through the use of ____(film term)____
- The filmmaker gives us the impression that…
- The writer gives us a (similar/different/slightly more/less/ more romantic) presentation/description.
- It is clear to see that the characters at this point in the film…
- The presentation of these characters in the novel is …
- The relationship is portrayed as being…
- The interaction between ______ and _____ is more/less…
- The idea that _______ is ________ is backed up/support further in the novel/film by….
- The audience/reader is given the impression that…
- This makes us feel…
- Having read the book/ film, this portrayal of characters goes against/ backs up our stance/viewpoint because… _____(important to prove your point). Quote the text and explain the film (mise-en-scene)
Practice: Stair Climb in The Shining
Extract from novel
Six steps
up she had to rest, her head down, her blond hair coiled on and over
the
banister. Air whistled painfully through her throat, as if it had grown
barbs. Her
right side was a swollen, hot mass.
(Come on Wendy come on old girl get a locked
door behind you and then look at
the damage
thirteen more to go not so bad. And when you get to the upstairs
corridor
you can crawl. I give my permission.)
She drew in as much breath as her broken ribs
would allow and half-pulled,
half-fell
up another riser. And another.
She was on the ninth, almost halfway up, when
Jack's voice came from behind
and below
her. He said thickly: "You bitch. You killed me."
Terror as black as midnight swept through her.
She looked over her shoulder
and saw
Jack getting slowly to his feet.
His back was bowed over, and she could see the
handle of the kitchen knife
sticking
out of it. His eyes seemed to have contracted, almost to have lost
themselves
in the pale, sagging folds of the skin around them. He was grasping
the rogue
mallet loosely in his left hand. The end of it was bloody. A scrap of
her pink
terrycloth robe stuck almost in the centre.
"I'll give you your medicine," he
whispered, and began to stagger toward the
stairs.
Whimpering with fear, she began to pull
herself upward again. Ten steps, a
dozen, a
baker's dozen. But still the first-floor hallway looked as far above
her as an
unattainable mountain peak. She was panting now, her side shrieking in
protest.
Her hair swung wildly back and forth in front of her face. Sweat stung
her eyes.
The ticking of the doomed clock in the ballroom seemed to fill her
cars, and
counterpointing it, Jack's panting, agonized gasps as he began to
mount the
stairs.
