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watch Action test film

So, we shot this in an hour, edited this in 8 hours..

It took some time to get the edit right! We recorded no sound at all, I did everything in Post production! A friend of mine did some After Effects work!

We will do a short film with loads of action this week, if the weather gets better!

http://vimeo.com/28055341
 
Nice job! :)

I'm looking forward to where this is going. I might suggest that a bullet wound to the heart is likely to slow you up a little more though :lol:
 
Pretty cool editing and look to it. Things I didn't like:

The gun sounds were a little too fake sounding. The bullets hitting the ground and ricocheting just sound a bit like toys. And your own gun (wow that looks real!) needs to pack more punch. It needs to be a lot louder. And I agree about that wound to your chest should slow you down more, if not kill you.

But I like how you had sound effects for pretty much everything, footsteps, gear, nature, etc. I've noticed people forget that a lot.
 
Agreed! The muzzle flashes were too large and bright. Blending and toning them down would help a lot!

Good stuff otherwise!
 
The bigger the gun, the bigger the penus?!

Well, at least we know what's on your mind. No. Guns are f-u-n, fun. You've never gone out and just shot

the hell out of stuff??? Its good ole American fun. It can also be quite a challenge. Try hitting a target 6

inches square at 600 meters. Or shooting skeet(no not that klind pervert). But at its most basic level, its a

controled explosion, in your hands, and you get to aim it. Awsome!! I loves my gun. Luuuuuvs my gun.:)

And no I'm not a super conservative, I just love me gun.:)
 
Well, at least we know what's on your mind. No. Guns are f-u-n, fun. You've never gone out and just shot

the hell out of stuff???

It's on my mind 24/7 :lol:

I've never "gone out and just shot the hell out of stuff", no, but my father and brother are "hunters". I get sick when they bring home a death deer :(
 
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The bigger the gun, the bigger the penus?!

The bigger the gun the farther I can extend my "sphere of influence".

Think of it as like comparing who has more friends on facebook or friends who can get you exclusive stuff.
Self sufficiency is fine and dandy, but through networking risk can be diluted while benefits can be directed and pooled.

Guns are an extension of a fist.
Before them it was swords.
Before swords it was spears or sticks.
Before that it was fists, muscle and bone.
The more territory I could protect and control the more food I could gather to ensure the survival of my offspring.
Territory = food = reproductive influence = immortality through offspring.
Ray-ism: Those that fail to reproduce tend to pass that trait onto their offspring.

A strong man commands a strong arm, with skill, a sword.
Better yet, a horse.
With a horse or car I can travel farther and faster to economically gain more food, which of course when successfully deployed equals... healthier offspring thus immortality!

A wise man commands armies of strong men, thus ensuring food for a nation.
Political and military leaders are (arguably self serving to some degree) by proxy the fathers of nations.

However, as I've noted in the other thread, these days are numbered.
Violence is giving way to clever craft, where huge amounts of resources are invested into infrastructure too precious to carelessly jeopardize.
More arguing. Less fighting.
More tolerating. Less arguing.
More understanding. Less tolerating.

The turn on of loud explosions and sh!t blowing up is about as intelligent as staring at tits and talking to them instead of YOU.
But it's no less silly than adorning one self with sparkly things and applying fragrances of exotic plants to your skin to attract... what? Bees?

Why doesn't someone make perfume for women that attracts guys?
- Cut Grass.
- Leaded Gasoline.
- Saw Dust.
- WD40
- Beer

A woman that smells like cut grass and beer is sure to attract more men than one that smells like... Hawaiian daisies.
IMHO, of course. ;)
 
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What do you call the hunters?

Its just that when you put the "" marks around something you mean something else. In this instance you say "hunter". To me that could mean they are actually poachers and you are calling them hunters in a sarastic way.

To answer the question: You call hunters, hunters.:) I just thought you meant something else because of the "" marks.
 
I do my hunting at WalMart and Sam's Club.

I got better sh!t to do than trapse through the forest hunting for some deer trying to doink another deer or just eat it's d@mn breakfast and then "sportingly" poke a hole through it from 50yards/meters out.
Yay, me!

I would love to see a buck pop out from behind the curtain at a strip club and shoot some guys trying to watch some naked chicks.
Or maybe when I'm rolling up and down the isles at WalMart with kids riding on the cart a pronghorn could snipe me in the chest 50 yards/meters out from the juniors section.
:lol:

Mmmm... Chicken nuggets... mmmm....
 
How did you guess?! :lol:

"hunters"... how can you even think to kill an animal like that?! I'll never understand the "hunter's" mentality

We're way off topic but: I have been hunting many times and have never actually killed a deer. There is

something cathartic about being alone in the woods. And I dont mean taking a walk in the woods and

smelling the flowers. When you hunt, you have a purpose. You must be quiet, control your movement,

breathing, and even your smell. All in an effort to beat millions of years of evolution, in the sensory

perseption of the deer/ whatever you're hunting. You are not free to do as you please or you will lose. In a

way it becomes a form of meditation for me. An exercise in self control. The killing part is secondary, for me.

As I said, I've never actually killed adeer, but I have watched many. Just doing their thing and none the

wiser that I was there. I win. You dont even need a gun to hunt. Just go try and sneak up on a deer. You

might enjoy it. Take your camera and shoot them with that.:)
 
I do my hunting at WalMart and Sam's Club.

I got better sh!t to do than trapse through the forest hunting for some deer trying to doink another deer or just eat it's d@mn breakfast and then "sportingly" poke a hole through it from 50yards/meters out.
Yay, me!

I would love to see a buck pop out from behind the curtain at a strip club and shoot some guys trying to watch some naked chicks.
Or maybe when I'm rolling up and down the isles at WalMart with kids riding on the cart a pronghorn could snipe me in the chest 50 yards/meters out from the juniors section.
:lol:

Mmmm... Chicken nuggets... mmmm....

Mmmm...
 
I'll never understand the "hunter's" mentality
You gotta thing in terms of parity: This = That.

A bouquet of flowers = What? Appreciation? Sympathy? Apology? Depends upon the context, right?
A call when he's going to be late = Consideration? Cool! Maybe this guy's got a chance.
Strawberries from Chile = Well... they're less fattening than chocolate. He's being thoughtful? He thinks you're fat?! Oh, no! Which is it?
A diamond ring = commitment. Pretty sure about that one. Well... kinda sure. Okay. It's less sure than it used to be but the latent principle remains.
A salaried job = Crappier hours than an hourly earner, but probably a better paycheck too.
Hard work = More stuff.
Endurance = Value. To whom? Those that depend upon you? To self? A faith thing!
I can endure sitting in a tree stand for hours in the dewy dawn 10m up a tree and poke a hole in that deer 50m away right behind the shoulder blade = THANK GOD I'M AWAY FROM THE GD "CIVILIZED" WORLD! I can do this and that and this and that and all those sissy cracker munching tie wearing mamby pamby back stabbing prigs from Sunday school can thank God they ain't a effing deer! I'd gut their sanctimonious bellies--

Or maybe they just like to be outside. Waaay outside. Enjoy communing with God.
There are too many deer, anyway.
They're like... 90lb/45kilo cockroaches.
And you can eat 'em, too!

Hunting is honestly no different than doing crossword puzzles or sodoku.
It's a test of self while having fun solving artificial problems. :)
I don't care for it. But I understand it.

There is something cathartic about being alone in the woods. And I dont mean taking a walk in the woods and smelling the flowers.
Bingo!
It's communion with God and nature or ancestral whatever floats your boat.
Just simply getting away from all of this disgusting artificial... "life" is spiritually cleansing.
I feel like Agent Smith in The Matrix when he's interrogating Morpheus.
I just want to get away from this.
 
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