Still Life: A Moving Photo Essay (Student Film Project)
Project Overview
How cruel a fate to be able to freeze time and yet be unable to move away from the present...This is a photo essay about a man who has the ability to stop time yet becomes obsessed with this frozen reality. Over time he rejects moving reality and embraces the inevitability of his death in order to let the world continue to move on. He was a fresh college graduate with social anxiety, and now he is saving the world...from himself.
I am a Temple University Film Student passionate about telling stories with a purpose. My name is Aidan MacIlvaine and this photo essay is meaningful to me because it came from the desire to show how easily human connection is lost when someone is experiencing pain and loss. I believe in collaboration over competition, I hope you can join me on this project!
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Lead: 1.5 pages of lines
soliloquy/journal entry
PLEASE RECORD THREE LINES FOR AUDITION
- english
- narration
- male young adult
- male adult
- adult
- adobe audition
- sound treated booth
Why wouldn't she just listen to me? In my anger, I wished for my peace. She froze in motion, for the first time in a long time, I saw the beauty in her that I remembered from the beginning.
Rule number one. No one can know about the journal.
Maybe I'm chosen. Maybe this is meant to be who I am. But I can't tell him. No, I couldn't tell him. Not him, not anyone.
LEAD ROLE
1.5 pages of lines
soliloquy/journal entry
PLEASE RECORD THREE LINES FOR AUDITION
- english
- female adult
- narration
- adult
- adobe audition
To whoever finds this journal: Keep working, keep trying, keep moving because you are so lucky. It took me 50 years to realize that I was just like you at one point.
The shadow of eternity looms over this planet, eclipsing my view. It’s weight has crushed me. I can’t move...I don’t want to.
So many faces that haunt me. But I can't reach out to a single one. I talked to so many of my struggles, but no one understands.
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