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NYU Dramatic Writing

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

5:28PM - Is this thing on?

Hey, I found this community and I was just wondering if anyone is still active around here. I'm in the class of '12 in the department.

Wednesday, October 5, 2005

4:17PM - <<< headsyestailsno.com

I found a fun little site...It's addictive.

http://www.headsyestailsno.com

no more coin flipping for me! :)

hc

Monday, October 3, 2005

8:23PM - Hopefully going to Tisch!

Hey!

I'm Robin, and I just graduated in May from Bethany College with a B.A. in Theatre Arts, and I am interested in the Dramatic Writing program. I was wondering if there was anyone on the community that could tell me what those that judge the work are looking for? More dramatic, more comic? Do they want more plays than screenplays? Any sort of subject matter to stay away from?

If anyone can give any enlightenment, I would be appreciative.

Thanks!

Thursday, April 14, 2005

1:29PM - Tisch Student Council Elections - Vote Daryl!

Vote for Daryl Eisenberg
for Tisch Student Council Vice President!


Voting will be open from Thursday, April 14th through Tuesday, April 19th and you will be only able to vote once.

You may vote by one of two ways:

Use the link below and log on using your username and password.
http://classes.nyu.edu/webapps/portal/frameset.jsp?tab=courses&url=/bin/common/course.pl?course_id=_182257_1

Or, go to NYUHome- www.home.nyu.edu
Log in and then on the Home page, scroll down till you see a link marked "Tisch Undergraduate Council Election Spring 05" which when clicked on will take you to the voting page.

PLEASE take the time and vote for next year's council and Daryl!
THANKS SO MUCH!!!!

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

8:11PM

Hello. I'm new to the community. I just got admission at NYU Tisch for dramatic writing. I was wondering what you all think about the program.

To give you guys an idea of my style of writing, here's one of my short plays that I submitted in my portfolio: http://e.1asphost.com/aihwa/beattitudes.rtf

Monday, December 20, 2004

11:44PM - Applyin'.

Are you DW people still looking at this thing? Arr.

I'm a senior at a liberal arts college in TN-- The University of the South. Just sent off my creative portfolio thingie to Tisch last week.

Erm. Reply I suppose if you're here and in the program, if you like it, how competitive you think it is, etc. Something like that.

Yay!

Current mood: cold

Tuesday, December 7, 2004

7:23PM - EAST VERSUS WEST

THIS IS A SHORT STORY THAT I WROTE TODAY AND FOUND TO BE QUITE GOOD. LET'S HEAR SOME FEEDBACK.


If the citizens of the East would have known what they were getting for Christmas that year, they would have been running for cover a week before the present was wrapped with a big red bow and stuck under the proverbial holiday tree. On the evening of December 18, they all slept, some tossing and turning in their nightmares and some as motionless as the corpses of their ancestors who were also getting some shuteye in the old Eastern Cemetary out on Harlow Road. Not everyone was fast asleep however. Take for example, Joseph and Mary Valento, who were dancing in the shadows of their bedroom on the fourth floor, dripping sweat. The outcome would have been twenty one years old this July. As the clock struck midnight at the Eastern Correctional Facility, Billy Westwood quickly threw the switch on Arnold Armstrong, who was wrongly convicted of the murder of his wife last fall. Armstrong kicked and screamed as his brain was liquified by the charge of what the old timers had dubbed "riding the lightning." He was pronounced dead at 12:01am on December 19 by Dr. Millard Rouach.
On the contrary however, James Bauer stepped foot on Eastern soil for the first time in thirty-six years the next morning. He had served his time for child molestation and was now free to go about his lusts in life while cell block four all sat like Buddha on drug charges. In the papers that morning read the growing approval rating of East's mayor after his re-election the month before, but also spoke of hundreds of thousands gathered across the ocean raising banners and speaking out against the injustices of the West. Mayor Johanson passed a thirty-seven year old man named Ed on his way into the office that morning who asked him for a dollar so he could get a loaf of bread at the grocery store. The Mayor pretended he didn't hear Ed, but stopped on the steps of City Hall and checked his watch in the rain. That afternoon, he signed a paper that came across his desk that would put nearly seven hundred people out of work the following month at the tire plant. "Merry fucking Christmas," they would have said as they opened up the mail the following Monday. Had he paid attention in those economics classes that he skipped out on in his freshman year of college, he would have known that the people behind the initiative would be gaining a net total of around two million dollars by laying them all off. He would receive nothing, until the next election year came up.
At Eastern Elementary School, Mrs.Brown's fourth graders were all sitting down in their chairs for music. Across town, Jacky Swick was ditching out on class for the day so that he could see a picture at the Main Street Theatre that he had heard so much about. He sat through the entire movie eating a box of popcorn and thinking about two things: how he really should be in his English class right now and how the critics were so wrong about what he was watching. He tried denying this at first, but as the picture went on and the actors became so disgusting to him, he accepted defeat and left the theatre and returned to school for the last class of the day, history.
On Christmas day, December 25, at 1:15PM Mr. and Mrs. Patrick Hatheway welcomed Patrick Junior, a son, into the town of East and three hours later Western forces dropped twenty tons of weaponry on the small city and leveled every building, killed every citizen and left a thick cloud hovering over East that didn't go away for five and a half months. There is a monument there now, with a memorial quote that says something superfluous.

Wednesday, December 1, 2004

6:25PM - Let me know what you think...

I have started a new writing project. It's a screenplay about a movie theater, modeled from the one in Medina which my family once owned. It follows the owner, his family and their future after his untimely death. I've got around fifteen minutes of running time finished so far. It begins, shot in black and white, in present time, with the owner's great grandson chaining himself to the doors of the theater in protest of its being torn down. As the police show up and accost him, he begins to speak in a soapbox about the grand tradition of the theater and his family's history. This dissolves into a technicolor frame of the nineteen forties and begins the process of telling the story. It will move quickly through the forties and fifties, highlighting certain genres and eras of cinematography and the certain gimmicks that went along with this. The theater and the family themselves are competing with surrounding cities in creating an atmosphere that beats out the big dollar houses and stays true to the tradition, bringing in literally thousands of people every year to the small town. The crux of the plot will take place in the summer of the owner's grandson's senior year of high school and end as the owner himself meets his demise and the family is faced with back taxes and debt. They sell the theater to a shrewd local attorney in a last dash effort to keep the building's tradition. Of course, the key word is shrewd and the attorney goes through many different clubs and discos, etc. before we reach the climax of the picture. This last part, after the owner's death, will run by very quickly. The resolution lies in cutting back to the epilogue, with the great grandson. The shot is now also in technicolor and shows the town coming together and joining the young man in his protest of the building's destruction, ultimately ending with it being fully restored under his ownership and it ends openly as the theater is faced with the competition of the cheap corporate movie theaters of the time. The picture currently has the working title of, "The Projector," as the owner starts off as a projectionist and the first shot in technicolor is that of a projector.

Friday, September 3, 2004

2:31PM

Wow, what a GREAT community! Let's all join it!