How would the film go?

Scene one:

The camera opens……

On the streets. This is the city, the metropolise. Nighttime.

Extra speed. Lights camera action. Shot as though part of the flow and ebb of city traffic.

The shot zooms past the stereotypical urban hub.

The glamour, the hustle, the grey brightness.

The dark smelly allies. The drugs, the fights. Anger and fear. Hope & need.

Every now and then the fokus pulls in. The rest of the world almost freezes as the camera falls on a subject. People, their faces, their relationships.

Sometimes their eyes meet the cameras. Like a mindreader the camera reveils snippets of their deepest thoughts.

Food, lovers, childhood, theirs or someone elses.

Extreme violence. The day they cryed. Sex. News. economy.

As the homeless guy is handed some dosh next to the cash machine, he recalls the moment he held his fathers penis.

Under a bridge on Kingston high road. Amongst the shoreditch clubbers and nfa beggers two artists are putting up pictures. One is spreading the wallpaper paste, the other is putting posters on the walls, going over the gaint club premotions. But this isnt a political message or party propaganda. They display photocopies and photographs. Bizzare surreal images or poems and abstract words. They meet the cameras eye. Enter a Temporary Autonomous exhibition for one breif moment.

A daydreamer passes on a bus, inside them they think only in commercials and soaps.

The camera leaves nothing out, the decay, the richness, the crimes and the happyness. All with its own story to tell.

But this is the large brickwalled, bleak side of london. The alleys & the back roads. This is the story of the people that haunt those dark streets. The urban undergrounds, forging paths. Share subversions.

This is the story of one beat, the urban sound of over load.

These are the sights to go with sounds.

 

By Anon