Tuesday 23 April 2013

300 Word Proposal of 'The Uncanny' - REVISED



300 Word Proposal: Subject of The ‘Uncanny’

Tag Line – You can’t swot the fly in your mind

Log Line: - A man enters a room where boundaries between the real and unreal start to get blurred. Things happen that he can see and hear with his own senses but at the end he is left wondering if anything that just happened was real or was he mislead by his own mind.


Short Film Synopsis -
A man exploring an abandoned house walks into a small dark room with no windows but dimly lit by an old lamp. On first glance it appears empty; he stops in the middle of the room on hearing a noise, a buzzing noise that gets louder and louder. A small black fly starts circling around his head, he tries to swipe at it but it goes faster and the buzzing is now almost deafening. Pressure builds in the man’s head until eventually he can’t take the noise and dizzying movement any longer and shouts ‘STOP’. It stops, right in front of his eyes then drops to the ground with a loud thud that echoes around the room, as it hits the ground it bursts into green smoke then is gone. 
The man cautiously walks towards a rustic full length mirror, that’s caught his eye and stares at himself; the pupils of his eyes contract and look like two small black flies. He notices a transparent black balloon floating behind him in the mirror that wasn't there before, within it a fly is buzzing around. He turns around and tries to bat the balloon away; it stays floating on the spot. He goes at it again with aggression, hitting and punching it but with every impact to the balloon the buzzing gets louder and the balloon remains there gently swaying. The man stands looking at it, half perspiring through effort, half through anxiety; it spontaneously bursts without a sound and green smoke engulfs the room. He twists away from the smoke coughing and closing his eyes tight, the buzzing stops so he slowly opens his eyes until he catches the reflection in the mirror which causes his eyes to widen in horror. The room is swarming with flies; the air so thick he can’t see the door he came in through. He braces himself to turn around and face this nightmare but as he does so all he is met with is one solitary fly which flies out the door.

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