<p>Here’s a draft of half my essay, if anyone could look over it, it would save my life! Thanks. Comments of any kind are appreciated as well :)</p>
<p>The summer after my junior year, I attended a month-long film production course in Barcelona, Spain. There I acquired and honed a variety of practical skills, such as casting and directing actors, cinematography and lighting with high definition cameras, and layering of digital audio. Over the course of four intensive weeks, I worked alongside two adults to write, cast, direct, shoot and edit a short film.
On the second day, I proposed my story for a ten-page script, and the three of us agreed to make it. The story was about a man spying on his neighbor, and I envisioned it as a modern noir drama set in the suburbs. In fact, I had poured elements from a number of my unrealized projects and stories, and pictured the mood as a kind of fusion between that of classic film noir and modern suburban angst.
The next three days we worked exclusively on completing the script based on my original story. One of the others wrote the script, and finally I printed out a copy of it and leafed through it, reading through the Spanish dialogue and narration. Then I realized that although the story was the same one I first proposed, my vision was gone. It had none of the dark mood or tense atmosphere I had visualized. Without that, it was like bad joke. Since it was a collaborative project, there was nothing I could do. I decided to see how it turned out, although I was dubious about the outcome by that point.</p>