The telephoto brings distant objects closer to
the viewer.
It compresses space, making objects appear to
be on the same horizontal plane.
A telephoto lens ↔ wide-angle lens
There are ways to include more than on “lens”
in a shot.
This is by placing reflective object, with
curvatures different than the shooting lens,
in the scene.
“Prop lenses
Ⅱ. Introduction of Bulgogi brothers
1. What is Bulgogi?
Bulgogi are called all meat which is grilled before 1950’s bulgogi called “설야먹” or “너비아니”
Bulgogi are also developed in Japan named 야끼니꾸(やきにく) rawlibs or rawsirloin with solt and grill called bulgogi, also slice meat which is seasoned and grilled called bulgogi. Bulgogibrothers is Korean restau
object of their ministrations: A PATIENT on a gurney being
filmed as his internal organs are slowly and methodically
extracted -- while still alive.
And then all hell breaks loose as the WOLF PACK descends:
DR. VANNACUTT manages to yank down a LEVER on the wall
labeled "Lockdown" before hes swallowed by the Mob;
From somewhere in the house, we hear heavy gear, cables and
doors loudly shutting dow
object closer to his face. A murmur
goes up from the awestruck apprentices as the Master
peers at the smoking yellow bar.
APPRENTICE TWO
Maestro, che meraviglia!
APPRENTICE THREE
Lei e proprio fantastico!
Da Vincis pride goes dead as the implications hit.
DA VINCI
Lasciatemi, solo. Solo!
The apprentices scurry out. Mind reeling, Da Vinci turns
his back to the viewer, before a wall of frescoes.
DA
STREET - GENEVA
Lunchtime. Faceless business crowds heading for their brief
moment of freedom, among them we spot BOND...one of them,
with a briefcase and a suit and tie...HOLD on his face,
troubled.
INT. HOTEL - GENEVA - DAY
The Cigar Girl enters a huge, high-ceilinged room. Edgy, she
approaches a BIG MAN standing on a balcony overlooking the
city. Propped against the doorframe, an assas
OBJECT drops INTO VIEW, backlit by the
fiery, ORANGE-RED sphere of a setting tropical SUN,
heading slowly towards us, floating, as if suspended by
the rising heat of the jungle.
Continuing to approach, the shimmering object resolves
into a MILITARY ASSAULT HELICOPTER, its rotors strobing
in the fading sunlight. Drawing closer, the SOUND of
powerful TURBINES, throbbing in the heavy air, becomes
do
object wrapped
in a rag. He lays it in his lap and unwraps it carefully --
-- revealing a .38 revolver. Oily, black, evil.
He grabs a box of bullets. Spills them everywhere, all over
the seats and floor. Clumsy. He picks bullets off his lap,
loading them into the gun, one by one, methodical and grim.
Six in the chamber. His gaze goes back to the bungalow.
He shuts off the radio. Abrupt silen
OBJECT drops INTO VIEW, backlit by the
fiery, ORANGE-RED sphere of a setting tropical SUN,
heading slowly towards us, floating, as if suspended by
the rising heat of the jungle.
Continuing to approach, the shimmering object resolves
into a MILITARY ASSAULT HELICOPTER, its rotors strobing
in the fading sunlight. Drawing closer, the SOUND of
powerful TURBINES, throbbing in the heavy air, becomes
do
gets hurt if the actuals crash.
Forecasts were fucked to begin with.
NICHOLAS
(into phone)
The moment Baer/Grants P and L
report is placed in my hand, I will
be speed dialing your number.
Empty walls. No distractions. MARIA, the proper executive
assistant, stands practically at attention.
MALE VOICE (v.o.)
Is that a promise?
NICHOLAS
Im sorry... Im unfamiliar with the
term.
MALE VOICE (v.o.)
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