So I went to an art conference at my school. We discussed things there, like how colors can be very powerful and our subconscious picks up the subtlest of hints. Pixar’s UP was a very unforgettable example. The colors of UP had a lot to do with why we cried. You all know what I’m talking about, right??
Ellie’s death.
We were told that her color was pink. That’s why her hospital room had pinkish hue.
And the next scene had strong pink hues. He misses her. I think it’s got strong colors because of her personality.
Also, It’s like her presence is still lingering.
When he got home, only a small part of the frame (window on the right) has a pink hue as the sun is setting. By now, we know her presence is drifting away.
Mr. Fredricksen walks up the porch and goes into his house.
And when he shuts the door, the final frame looks like this:
Ellie is gone.
The entire frame is desaturated and cold because the warmth in Mr. Fredrickson’s life is gone.
And that’s another reason why this masterpiece is heart-wrenching. And that’s how powerful colors are in films.
So my trainer’s bf cheated on her. She broke up with him. He’s holding her stuff hostage until she agrees to talk with him. Which she refuses.
She trains; for free mind you; three college linebackers, a college wrestler, two martial artists, a body builder, and… wait for it…. a Navy seal. We’re gonna go get her shit for her.
This should make for an interesting story.
So everyone who commented on this being like the avengers, you are absolutely right. That’s what all of us had in our heads as we were rolling over to dude’s house. But I’m very proud to say, this ended without violence.
Arrival:
So the super friends all jumped into one of the linebacker’s explorer and headed over to dude’s house. Ok the squad: you all know me, but the other martial artist is a little wirey hapkido guy, the linebackers are all giants (an estimated combined weight of I’d say 750-800lbs), the wrestler looks like an escaped gorilla, then the navy seal looks like your average guy but something about him is unsettling. Really unsettling. Unfortunately, the body builder had to work. Anyway, we send the Hapkido guy and the wrestler to the door first and dude answers, screams at them, and then slams the door in their face. Then the giant linebackers head over and they ring the door bell again. Lo and behold, he was much more polite, but still denied access. Finally, me and the seal join the fray. I casually make my way towards the front of the group, but the seal decides to CLIMB THE BANISTER. We all just turned and started at him completely shocked when dude answers the door. He looks at this weird mismatched group of relatively threatening individuals and one guy perched on his banister like batman. He was like “FINE. Go take what you’re looking for.”
Retrieval:
So we’re all walking through the house gathering what we think are her things and putting them into two boxes. Mind you. We are completely guessing. We didn’t even tell her we were coming, therefore we had no list of items.The only one really being productive was Hapkido, who was legitimately looking for stuff. The linebackers were just randomly picking up furniture, turning it over, and putting it back down. Just showing off how strong they were. In case the numbers game wasn’t enough, I guess they were letting him know they could break him if they wanted to. The seal was just shadowing dude in his own house. Walking behind him, not saying much, just being creepy. Then there’s me. Who was causing general mischief…. He said to take what I was looking for, that’s what I was looking for. Ahaha and the wrestler made a fricken sandwich. Because “you guys look like you have it under control, and I’m a sucker for egg salad.” We were in and out in 15 minutes.
Delivery:
So the autobots rolled out and headed towards homegirl’s spot. She was conveniently outside when we rolled up. We got out and she was like, how do you all even know each other. The truth is, we don’t. She sent us all an email once and didn’t blind copy us all. She vented to all of us about dude holding onto her stuff and we started emailing and that was that. We told her that we went to see her ex. “OMG what did you say to him?” Nothing. We’re not messenger boys. We’re delivery boys. And we gave her her boxes of stuff. She went through the first box and said that was most of her stuff. Then she got to my box and asked “Wtf is all that shit.” So I explained that I took all the batteries out of his remote controls, his deodorant, the light bulb out of his master closet, every pair of dress socks that I could find, the laces out of his running shoes, and all the toilet paper in the house. The guys just looked at me and kind of nodded like they were impressed. She then unexpectedly started CRYING and thanked us. So you have this group of meat heads all standing awkwardly with this weeping trainer. It was quiet for a second when the seal was like “So…. Chipotle?” And we all got burrito bowls.
What a great day.
Martial artists, nonviolence, and a seriously lovely little bit of harmless vengeance. I love this whole story.
In case anyone is wondering where I get my nerdiness from, my folks just posted on Facebook that they’re at a Steampunk Festival. And then there’s:
My mom knitted a Tom Baker scarf. In like, 1985. She still has it.
My dad went with me to a Star Trek convention in 1995.
I have distinct memories of my parents watching Star Trek:TNG. And we used to watch the Red Dwarf marathons on PBS. In high school Sunday nights were Doctor Who and Blakes 7.
When my mom owned a coffee and candy shop she made sure she sold Jelly Babies. They used to come in a Tardis shaped box.
My mom had an original 1960s edition of Lord of the Rings.
My dad woke us up at 3am one morning when I was a kid to see the Northern Lights.
I have faded memories of sneaking out of bed to watch Granada Holmes with my dad in the wee hours of the morning.
For that matter my parents came to Sherlock Seattle last year and really enjoyed themselves. My mom likes Basil Rathbone apparently
My dad’s an airplane geek and I’ve been to more airshows then I can shake a stick at.
My dad’s had a computer since the early 80s. We had one that ran on cassette tapes, went to Amiga and he stuck with that until he went to Mac in the late 90s.
Geeky parents are awesome and not a new phenomenon, and I’m glad they passed it on to me.
Which means that if/when you come to VA we need to go to Bealeton to see the airshow, obviously~
I lived in Nofolk for a few years. I’ve been to the Virginia Air and Space museum a few times.Took my dad there too.
Yes, but biplanes.
Do you have any idea how many times I’ve been to Oshkosh? lol. But yes. I’ll take biplanes.
In case anyone is wondering where I get my nerdiness from, my folks just posted on Facebook that they’re at a Steampunk Festival. And then there’s:
My mom knitted a Tom Baker scarf. In like, 1985. She still has it.
My dad went with me to a Star Trek convention in 1995.
I have distinct memories of my parents watching Star Trek:TNG. And we used to watch the Red Dwarf marathons on PBS. In high school Sunday nights were Doctor Who and Blakes 7.
When my mom owned a coffee and candy shop she made sure she sold Jelly Babies. They used to come in a Tardis shaped box.
My mom had an original 1960s edition of Lord of the Rings.
My dad woke us up at 3am one morning when I was a kid to see the Northern Lights.
I have faded memories of sneaking out of bed to watch Granada Holmes with my dad in the wee hours of the morning.
For that matter my parents came to Sherlock Seattle last year and really enjoyed themselves. My mom likes Basil Rathbone apparently
My dad’s an airplane geek and I’ve been to more airshows then I can shake a stick at.
My dad’s had a computer since the early 80s. We had one that ran on cassette tapes, went to Amiga and he stuck with that until he went to Mac in the late 90s.
Geeky parents are awesome and not a new phenomenon, and I’m glad they passed it on to me.
Which means that if/when you come to VA we need to go to Bealeton to see the airshow, obviously~
I lived in Nofolk for a few years. I’ve been to the Virginia Air and Space museum a few times.Took my dad there too.
