Post by nbk on Mar 18, 2011 20:29:36 GMT -5
Excitement, that’s what they had promised you, no, you’re lying already; it’s what you promised yourself. When you decided you were going to dedicate yourself to the mechanics of cinematography, you sold yourself a dream of roaming desolate, beautiful wildernesses, capturing stunning images that would be lauded by your contemporaries. You worked long and hard in college, knowing that your destiny to capture images of the some of the greatest sights mankind has ever had the honour and fortune to behold.
And it brought you here, the UGWC Arena, filming hairless, greased up acrobats, fondling one another for a rabid TV audience, whilst drivelling inane and incomprehensible threats at one another. It was hardly the start to your career you had envisaged whilst contemplating your rise to greatness, but at least this was paid work, not like your other stints. Thankfully you had a short break before your next assignment, having just completed your first ‘promotional segment’, you had a short time to reflect on your first evenings work. You consoled yourself with the fact that filming the ‘in-ring’ action was a challenge and would help you acquire some skills in manoeuvring your equipment.
The ‘promotional segment’ on the other hand, had no redeeming attributes in its favour whatsoever, and this was unfortunately what you would be doing for the majority of your time in UGWC. Your dreams of filming the rarest animals, and undiscovered vista's were far from your mind as you pointed your camera at the first of, you feared, many self-important quasi-talented subjects you would be scheduled to shoot. The individual in question made you wonder how stable some of those in this industry actually were. From this evidence some may be more suited to being sectioned than promoted.
Not only were you in the process of filming a someone who could be mentally unstable and in need of help, which made you wonder if you were an accessory to an horrendously unethical exploitation of the sick, but it became clear you were filming a man who clearly suffered some severe form of self-delusion, seeking a great deal of attention from the viewing public following his own failure to do anything of consequence bar manipulate someone with more severe problems than he. His entire shoot he seemed to be obsessed with a dictionary, but he informed you earlier he was an Angel? You realsie he may have mistook it for a bible. But despite his message, which seemd like the same thing repeated in a different format ove rand over, at least he could get what he wanted to say across, if he was rather OCD about it. In past meetings with Entertainment Proffesionals as your new employer referred to them as, the effort of coherent communication clearly caused the men to struggle in front of you, their uncontrollable cursing sporadically manifesting itself, you found it painful to watch. Is it possible mental illness is actually a plus point?
You’re hopes were not high that your next assignment would be any less mind numbing than those you had already experienced. When the assignments had been given out before the show, a hushed silence overcame your co-workers as you were assigned the newest member of the UGWC roster, The Natural Born Killer, undoubtedly a man with an exaggerated moniker. It was at this point you realised your colleagues were either gullible, naive yokels with no concept of reality, or thought that of yourself. These suspicions were aroused at first when they all looked at you like the aging family dog who’s just on his way to ‘the farm’, and were solidified by the warnings expressed to you by the older members of your peers.
According to Harvey, who acted like the leader of the camera crew, NBK was almost myth in the world of professional wrestling, but not with the athletes themselves, but with the backstage workers who observed him on a more regular basis. It was all the rest of the guys could do to contain themselves from each telling you their own personal account, regaled to them through a friend, of a friend, of a friend. Apparently the more senior members of the Crew had refused to shoot this guy because they were certain it would be detrimental to their health. You paid no attention to the tales of insanity, suicide and pyromania.
Surely this was an elaborate hazing; there was no way such seasoned gentlemen could possibly believe the hype that surrounded the so called athletes they shot each week? The art of operating a camera is not for the feeble minded, you know this well, it was just unfathomable to think that yours peers could even remotely consider the notions you had heard them spew. The assignment held no anxiety for you, the only fear was you one day may end up as witless and senseless as your current colleagues, all the more reason to do your work well and get a proper shoot for a respectable company. You knew there would be personal sacrifice along the way, so you’d just have to go out there, and ensure this Natural Born Killer’s on screen debut for UGWC looked as cinematographically sound as this industry would allow you to achieve. The rumours, caused no fear for you.
And it brought you here, the UGWC Arena, filming hairless, greased up acrobats, fondling one another for a rabid TV audience, whilst drivelling inane and incomprehensible threats at one another. It was hardly the start to your career you had envisaged whilst contemplating your rise to greatness, but at least this was paid work, not like your other stints. Thankfully you had a short break before your next assignment, having just completed your first ‘promotional segment’, you had a short time to reflect on your first evenings work. You consoled yourself with the fact that filming the ‘in-ring’ action was a challenge and would help you acquire some skills in manoeuvring your equipment.
The ‘promotional segment’ on the other hand, had no redeeming attributes in its favour whatsoever, and this was unfortunately what you would be doing for the majority of your time in UGWC. Your dreams of filming the rarest animals, and undiscovered vista's were far from your mind as you pointed your camera at the first of, you feared, many self-important quasi-talented subjects you would be scheduled to shoot. The individual in question made you wonder how stable some of those in this industry actually were. From this evidence some may be more suited to being sectioned than promoted.
Not only were you in the process of filming a someone who could be mentally unstable and in need of help, which made you wonder if you were an accessory to an horrendously unethical exploitation of the sick, but it became clear you were filming a man who clearly suffered some severe form of self-delusion, seeking a great deal of attention from the viewing public following his own failure to do anything of consequence bar manipulate someone with more severe problems than he. His entire shoot he seemed to be obsessed with a dictionary, but he informed you earlier he was an Angel? You realsie he may have mistook it for a bible. But despite his message, which seemd like the same thing repeated in a different format ove rand over, at least he could get what he wanted to say across, if he was rather OCD about it. In past meetings with Entertainment Proffesionals as your new employer referred to them as, the effort of coherent communication clearly caused the men to struggle in front of you, their uncontrollable cursing sporadically manifesting itself, you found it painful to watch. Is it possible mental illness is actually a plus point?
You’re hopes were not high that your next assignment would be any less mind numbing than those you had already experienced. When the assignments had been given out before the show, a hushed silence overcame your co-workers as you were assigned the newest member of the UGWC roster, The Natural Born Killer, undoubtedly a man with an exaggerated moniker. It was at this point you realised your colleagues were either gullible, naive yokels with no concept of reality, or thought that of yourself. These suspicions were aroused at first when they all looked at you like the aging family dog who’s just on his way to ‘the farm’, and were solidified by the warnings expressed to you by the older members of your peers.
According to Harvey, who acted like the leader of the camera crew, NBK was almost myth in the world of professional wrestling, but not with the athletes themselves, but with the backstage workers who observed him on a more regular basis. It was all the rest of the guys could do to contain themselves from each telling you their own personal account, regaled to them through a friend, of a friend, of a friend. Apparently the more senior members of the Crew had refused to shoot this guy because they were certain it would be detrimental to their health. You paid no attention to the tales of insanity, suicide and pyromania.
Surely this was an elaborate hazing; there was no way such seasoned gentlemen could possibly believe the hype that surrounded the so called athletes they shot each week? The art of operating a camera is not for the feeble minded, you know this well, it was just unfathomable to think that yours peers could even remotely consider the notions you had heard them spew. The assignment held no anxiety for you, the only fear was you one day may end up as witless and senseless as your current colleagues, all the more reason to do your work well and get a proper shoot for a respectable company. You knew there would be personal sacrifice along the way, so you’d just have to go out there, and ensure this Natural Born Killer’s on screen debut for UGWC looked as cinematographically sound as this industry would allow you to achieve. The rumours, caused no fear for you.
