As an intern for a television station, I see firsthand how strangely some people behave when you point a camera at them. Once, when I accompanied the camera crew to a local mall, we had trouble interviewing the manager because of all the teenagers who stood behind him, waving, grinning, and yelling out comments as if he or she were the reason the cameras were there. Among my favorite assignments is street interviews. When the interviewer tries to stop someone on the street to ask them a question, some people just shake their heads and walk on. Other people look at their shoes and mumbles the briefest possible answer. There is always at least one-star quality interviewee who looks directly into the camera and gives a polished answer that sounds
as if they rehearsed it for hours. But the strangest people of all are the ones who act as if they have something to hide. Once, when the camera operator and I were setting up the camera for the shot, a man covered his face with his jacket and actually ran from us. Other camera-shy people cross the street to thing I have learned during my internship, it is that the sight of a TV crew and cameras make some people behave strangely
...filmed are often filming celebrities while they are not noticing the presence of cameras, or if they have noticed, they are pushing away the camera. This filming technique supports audiences with the idea that the celebrities cannot hide their privacy away from the media even if they try.
... middle of paper ... ... The interviewees statements such as saying that this industry is fun because you get a lot of money and then comparing that feeling of making that high amount of profit to winning a football game, appeal to the audiences emotions and will most likely induce anger among the viewers.
As Allen Funt explains in his interview with Philip Zimbardo, Candid Camera hinges on five central ideas: the first being the reversal of normal or anticipated procedures. For this keystone, Funt provides the amusing example, “You pull your car into a gas station for a routine tank of gas and a five-man pit crew emerges and acts like it’s an Indy 500 pit stop.” The second idea is the exposing of basic human weaknesses in scenarios where “people try to hide the fact that they don’t understand something”—like the never-ending oil dipstick or the vertically challenged elevator. The third idea the show caters to is granting people the opportunity to fulfill a fantasy. Says Funt in relation to this idea, “We show people talking back to a traffic
zooming in on them as soon as they come in shot giving the audience an
Identity-“Ones personal qualities.”Identiy is something only he or she can fully define. My uncle says I am affectionate,cheerful, and calm. My grandmother sees me as slim, pretty and sweet. My dad described me as perky, cheerful and happy, my mom says beautiful, gentle, and self-conscious. These adjectives describe me accurately, yet they are only abstract versions of me. Adjectives cannot begin to describe me and I aknowlege these descriptions for what they are, a condensed translation from my outward self to the world. It is impossible for anyone to understand me completely because nobody has experienced the things I have. My mother has never cherished a raggedy doll named Katie and my father never spent hours upon hours making collages and scrap books for his future children. My uncle never hid in the back of a pick-up-truck and traveled four hours to New York and my grandmother has never walked hours in the rain looking for the Queen of England. My identity is something only I can define.
“Raise your hand if you’ve ever been through a hard time,” Nick announced during the
After hearing my mother's thoughts on the three things my parents have give me, I have insight on how important they are. Not only did the values they have taught me stem from their own morals, but also from past experiences, and their childhood. I like to think that each parent bases their teachings on what they personally experienced in their lives both negative and positive. Without the morals, and teachings my parents created from their past experiences, I would not be the person I am to day.
The tears hit my face like a midday Georgia thunderstorm–little sprinkles, then, BAM! The floodgates of heaven opened. I’d made up my mind. I was fed up with the bullies, my eating disorder, living, breathing, being. I was going to take my life that night.
Every summer my family takes a trip to somewhere other than my hometown in boring ol’ Oklahoma. This particular year, 2012, we decided to go up north to Wyoming, U.S.A. Before this trip had occurred I had thought that Wyoming was a boring, flat state with nothing to do. When I got there, I realized I had been horribly wrong. It all started how most of our family vacations start, My Aunt Kim and Uncle Toby show up in the rental car (usually it was there personal car but this trip was a bit longer than usual) packed with all of their things. This particular time was early in the morning, about 7 o’clock to be exact, then the process of getting all of all of our things kicks into high gear. My brother Blake and I are frantically trying to get all of our things and our parents things into the car so we
It all happened on a sunny day out in the field. I was only six years old at the time and it was the middle of the summer. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was a tough time for me. Also I learned it is smart to practice before jumping into something.
At the time I was a teenager, kicking my way through autumn leaves on my way home from school, when I suddenly discovered someone in front of me, directly in front of my path. Shocked, I looked down. A patch of brown, scaly skin could be seen from under the muggy, dense leaves. I could feel blood rush to my head, and I jumped! I stepped away in horror, my mind racing for the right way to handle this situation, that seemed to be otherworldly….so I ran.
I have encountered the quote,” Easy Does It, Sun” in my life. for example, I was in the Woodland summer camp in 4th grade and they were holding an egg drop in competition. I imprudently forgot to work on it beforehand. Therefore, I woke up really early the day it was due to start my project because I really wanted to win the competition. My mind was racing with many ideas I was putting together in my brain. As I ran hastily down the stairs, I mistakenly slipped and fell. Then, my parents, Grandparents, and sister rushed after me to see if I was okay. I suddenly had lost consciousness and was unresponsive. my mom called 911 and my sister prepared to give me CPR. It was a very frightening moment for everyone. Luckily, my sister had
Everywhere I go, she is always there. Not in a physical sense but more in a spiritual sense. I understand it is all in my head but every time the scent of vanilla appeared, she automatically comes to mind. How she would wake up in the morning with her hair in my face and her back facing me while my arms rested around her waist. Let’s just say it was my favorite place to be. She was the only one I needed. Then things got strange.The sun started going down sooner and the moon started to glow brighter. I know we will be together forever. Will, such a strange and yet demanding word. One night, the wind was blowing hard and the snow just began to fall. Coincidently it was our two-year anniversary. I had just bought a ring for the girl of my dreams and no, it wasn’t a proposal. It was more of a promise ring. She never has had one before which is pretty insane due to her incredible beauty. Any man would be lucky to have her and I’m the lucky one.
The night way cold and rainy, no moon was present. As people walked down the street never once looking up, eyes glued to their phones with an infinite amount of apps, infinite wasted time. The buildings were tall, concrete on the north side of the city, offices and high rises for business men and the wealthy. To the south were old brick buildings, a historic downtown from the original city, narrow streets and no stop lights. The contrast was incredible, in the north was the present, in the south was like something out of a Noir film. In the west was the docks, they had never changed, wooden structures reaching out and large filled dry docks. The city was always busy with trade, imports exports, everything
Living in the past is like a moment of hesitation before driving through a green light. You can move forward, but you stop yourself anyway.