Finding a new theme for a short film

I start with the premise that the function of leadership is to produce more leaders, not more followers.
Ralf Nadar


Much silence makes a powerful noise.
African proverb

Buddha
All that we are is the result of what we have thought.

Albert Einstein
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.

The last three quotes could be the essence of a short film.

Comienzo con la premisa de que la función del liderazgo es producir más líderes, no más seguidores.
Ralf Nadar


Mucho silencio puede hacer un ruido fuerte.
proverbio africano

Buda
Todo lo que somos es el resultado de lo que hemos pensado.

Albert Einstein
Sólo hay dos maneras de vivir tu vida. Uno de ellos es como si nada fuera un milagro. La otra es como si todo fuera un milagro.

Las tres últimas citas podría ser la esencia de un cortometraje.

No ordinary writers block.

'The Universe presents us with endless opportunities to synchronize our path with our truth.

The whole system gets very busy with us ( when we get on track). We summon the lesson- the lesson summons us.

I recognized this was no ordinary writers block. It was actually the writers resistance that emerges when we step on the right path at the wrong time.

I tried to befriend my confusion but it was intensely uncomfortable.

Coax the voice that confuses you to the surface.' It didn't need very much coaxing.

'Abuse victims learn that the art of living is the art of avoiding pain.
Your need to live your life as an ongoing question. This is not a passive process. It's an active exploration of the boundless and eternal mystery of who you are. Recognize that you created this moment. When a question arises live it until it is clarified. Live in the heart of inquiry.

From Jeff Brown's Soulshaping.

Ten weeks later

Ten weeks later, and after a fabulous new start and a breakthrough idea I'm completely stumped again.
I've signed up with Jurgen's Breakthough Strategy program, 60 days with a once a week group phone call.
Is this not the track to follow? I really believe it is. And yet.

Today is another of his massive ( writing action) days, and I'm stumped, frozen, depressed and wanting to run away from all these jolly people.

I think the only solution is to play with images.

This horrible feeling is so familiar. I can't name it, but it's very old, going back to school when everybody else seemed to understand what to do and I didn't.

Time to take my own medicine. Play. Trust. Remember there is help.

Maybe I'm just tired after last nights bonfire fiesta.

Exit Hana.

Vanessa Paradis, Johnny Depps wife, Shifra?

Oh how can I have been so dense, so slow, so trapped in another persons idea ?

The reason I can't get Hana's log line is because the film isn't about Hana!!!

It was my writing coach Charlie's idea to change the main character. I've been hurtling off on this tangent for months. It's been fascinating, yes. But NO MORE.

Charlie's idea was that the movie was all about the Jewish grandmothers desperate need for atonement. He was extremely convincing about this. Then up popped the whole Jewish angle. I discovered parts of my own rich Jewish ancestry.

But my idea was, and is again, that the story which I traveled to Patagonia to find, is all about healing unimaginable loss. It's about healing the terrible wound of losing a child.
That's completely different.

Well, I've learned many things as a result of this re route, and a few dreams have faded along the way:

The French/Bolivian co production idea is now defunct. I just discovered Bolivia makes only one film a year !!!
Is this true?
If not true, it certainly isn't a thriving industry like Mexico's.

Could I set the story in Mexico?
Could I have links/ color refs/ sketchbook refs, to Freida ?

Is there any link I can use with my young friend, the deeply in love Leander, and her Peruvian artist boyfriend who is on the brink of making it in the International Art World ?

My film story is back to being all about Shifra. It's core is how she recovers from the abduction of her baby. How she recovers her will to live though drawing her feelings and thoughts in her extraordinary sketchbooks, just like her mother and grandmother did in different circumstances in Auschwitz. Shifra's new life starts when she decides to accept the clairvoyants prediction that she won't find her baby Samira in Paris, but Samira will find her in South America when she's 18. So she emigrates, but with many reservation.

In pitching this story to date, this 'taster' has been a great emotional hook. Then I lost that hook when Shifra steeped into the wings, and Hana came center stage.

Hana is in the background of the story now, painting and dipping in and out of her bi polar states., ie she is either the life and soul of the Parisian arts/ social scene, or in the pits.

Her Holocaust past needn't be the big drama now.
That feels like a relief.

Emma Thomson as Hana ?

I feel a huge excitement. It's like seeing a rainbow at dawn. I want to tell the whole world how inspiring this story will be.

Back to the drawing board:

Hana's off the hook. I'm off the hook. Charlie's definitely off the hook, and out of the picture.

So, here's what's happening.

A helicopter view:
Beside Lake Titicaca in Bolivia, we meet Shifra struggling to deal with her desperate feelings of sadness and loss and 1000 what if's. She's drawing the name Samira on the sandy beach with a long stick.

Next view:
La Paz, chaotic, crowded, colorful, close to the famous Witches Market, we see Shifra teaching street kids acrobatics and juggling with her Bolivian graffiti artist boyfriend.

Shifra's agonizingly trying to find meaning in her new life. Working with the street kids helps. Every night she pours her tortured feelings about Samira into her sketchbooks, and when she has time, she paints hauntingly beautiful Chagall-like images of disappearing children. Gerome ( to be re named), her Bolivian boyfriend, is loving, but vague. He has a tendency to smoke lots of dope. He doesn't say much. They have a language barrier. He's an ambitious and talented graffiti artist. His one real flaw is that he's competitive and secretly jealous of Shifra's great talent. Shifra hungers to succeed in the art world in order to earn enough money to pay a private detective in France to find for Samira. Hana has disinherited Shifra long ago. Shifra cannot wait for the clairvoyants prediction to materialize. Her great flaw is impatience.


Visually the story is fascinating. To begin with we see Shifra teaching the street kids wonderful acrobatics with hoops and ribbons and drumming.. she's mega talented.. in the evening she draws and paints ....she writes letters to galleries... opens rejection letters... battles with begging her estranged and heartless mum for financial help...

Could Julie Christie be Hana? No. Maybe?

The story needs to start with setting the scene in France, then the abduction in Paris.. then the meeting with Bolivian Gerome, followed by the meeting with the clairvoyant... followed by the move to... where... Bolivia...or Mexico ?

I got my story back !

How could I have been so slow, so bewitched for so many months, by Charlie's idea?

My personalty flaw ?
The need for encouragement and approval from my writing peers.

Log line ?

Starting today with a possible log line...

In 1980 desperately searching atonement for her collusion in the abduction of her infant granddaughter-, a once famous (glamorous rich French Jewish) disillusioned artist races against the onset of blindness to find the child, now 18, and make amends with her daughter. Her quest pulls her to the slums of Buenos Ares, where she finds her saintly but bi polar estranged daughter teaching street kids theater skills. After constant rejections from her daughter , now almost blind, she comes to peace with herself and the world by setting up a small music center for Down Syndrome kids in Paris, instigated by her slightly simple singer granddaughter Samira.

Much, much, much too long ! And hasn't got it.

In every pew sits a broken heart.

Been reading about the importance of log lines this morning. They are the engine that drives the motor of the screenplay and I can see this, so I have to get mine into place.

'Conflict is the basis of drama.'
What will be the emotional hook of this story?

'Tell the period. This gets an energy into the piece.
Keep the protagonist in the forefront of the log line.
External versus Internal conflict. Internal conflicts aren't cinematographicly interesting.
Slice of life scripts not usually interesting, ie., stories about everyday folk with no particular flaw or challenges. Extremes interest the viewer.'

Let the audience find their own meaning, don't explain it in the log line.'

Right. We meet Hana before the holocaust, during or after?

Some beginning log line ideas this morning have been...

Recently diagnosed with Alzheimer, Holocaust survivor artist races with time to find her abducted granddaughter,-in whose abduction she has played a part- and against all odds...... ?

I spend hours researching films about mental illness and decide Alzheimers is a theme too specialized, I have no first hand experience of this.

Parkinsons? No

Could Hana the artist be diagnosed as going blind ?
Yes. What worse fate for a talented artist than to lose her sight? She loses her granddaughter - partly due to her collusion, deeply regrets this, then finally is in grave danger of losing her sight.

In losing one faculty, often other sharpens. Granddaughter Samira is a singer. Could Hana develop her passion for music, especially singing?

Quote: I'm a successful artist yes, but I would rather have been an opera singer. Hana Rabinowitz.

The never satisfied highly talented artist who would rather have been an opera singer.

There are significant films about disability, they tend to win big prizes:

The Kings Speech
The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.

People relate to heroic acts against all odds. We relate to people who live out our worst fears.

Ruth Graham, daughter of Billy said:
In every pew sits a broken heart.

Hana has given up on her faith, but never the less , she will heal, in the end. There is healing and there is curing. Not sure if Hana will be cured, but she certainly will be healed. The audience can decide what they believe.

Hana's heart is broken. It was broken before she walked out of Auschwitz.

In her search for atonement re Samira, a relationship slowly develops, and through Hana's final change of heart (in funding a musical center for street kids in Paris set up my Samira), she heals. She achieves the seemingly impossible, and comes to peace with the world and herself. Hana dos not manage to heal her relationship with Shifra, but lives in hope of some small change.

Log line:

Recently diagnosed as going blind, a well known Holocaust survivor artist races with time to find her 18 year old abducted granddaughter,-in whose abduction she has played a part-when the abductor threatens to...?

No... not getting it yet...

Two more titles that sting my heart:

Forget you not.
Missing Identity.

Shrouded in mystery ?

Could Hana's identity be a mystery? Could she be plagued and damaged by a longing to know her own story? Is this why she couldn't be a real mother to Shifra? She didn't know how to mother?

Below is a true story I found on the Internet. It has echoes of my own story in some ways.

'This is me, Emi Nadia. I live my life as a Jew, but actually my origin is shrouded in mystery.
By sharing the photos in my possession and telling you what I know about my past, I hope I will be able to find who my biological parents were and what happened to them and to my extended family in the first years after World War Two in East Berlin, East Germany.
It even looks like I had an older brother!
Here is my story:
I came to the States in 1951 with my parents Nikita and Lidia Baschinsky and my baby brother Jura from Hannover, Germany. Our family was Russian Orthodox.

This family photo was taken in the States in 1951, shortly after our arrival. My father was then 60 years old, my mother 34 years old, and my baby brother less than a year old. I was probably six or six and a half years old.'