Giving YOU CGI Movie Makers Searching For Ideas

With all the various methods of movie presentation and ways of making a great motion picture, I think The Last Days of Thunder Child would make a splendid Sci-Fi adaptation of H.G. Wells' creation of the War of the Worlds universe. This altered reality world of the past, could be presented as one we might have lived in - this early science fiction story that thrilled the world.

Today the adaptation Thunder Child tale would make a wonderful steampunk style Victorian motion picture. To take an audience on board HMS Thunder Child and watch the story of the alien invasion gradually unfold before the eyes of a disbelieving crew, who are at sea and only receiving messages via semaphore land stations? The viewing audience could be drip fed the notion of what is to come via the dialogue, as within the beginning of the written adaptation. We see the ship and the crew. While on shore we follow the exploits of Mister Stanley, a small administrative worker of the Ministry of Defence. Through him, we are drip fed the desolation of trains and distant battle while the reserved man adapts to his situation with some aplomb – winning a fair lady upon the way. He is linked to HMS Thunder Child because he presented the Captain with his orders before the ironclad begins her journey around the south coast of England through the channel and up the east coast towards Maldon in Essex where the Martian tripods will be confronted. Mister Stanley through his own trials and tribulations is aboard the fleeing paddle steamer with his rescued lady friend and a small infant girl. They see Thunder Child go into action and the audience is aboard the ship when the confrontation finally happens.

I think it would need the type of CGI support like 300, Sin City, Ghosts of Mars or even the Guy Richie Sherlock Holmes stories. It makes me very excited to picture such a story and how it would look upon the eye if presented the way these movies were made.

You Will Like this Dazzling 3D artwork

When 3D art is done in the street and seen from the correct angle; it is quite breathtaking and very compelling to observe. I was once walking through London and come across a pavement artist as I walked out of a train station.

The pavement artist had obviously positioned his dimensional approach for people coming out of the station entrance during rush hour for maximum effect of commuters catching the art at the correct angle. The image was of a set of dank looking cellar stairs leading down into some dark abode.

Everyone coming out of the station had to look twice because it seemed as though you were approaching another subway. A dark and sinister one. It was a splendid piece of 3D artwork. The artist had a hat close by with coinage in. I decided to throw some loose change in. It was a dazzling, effective, and very eye-catching thing.

Bucking Bronco Christmas 1966

As a boy, I had a variety of different toys. Many of them were enjoyed, but recently I recalled a special one after my aunt Iris passed away. It was one of those little things that jog a memory. It must have been about two or three days after Christmas of 1966. At least I'm almost certain it was that year. It was evening and I can remember my Mum and Dad being happily surprised when my Uncle Fred (Mum's elder brother) knocked on the door with aunt Iris. All were happy and I can remember my aunt Iris giving to my sister and me each, a splendidly wrapped box with a bow. This was a delightful bonus a few days after Christmas. I can't remember what my sister got, but clearly remember genuine joy and astonishment when I opened my Christmas present. It was a key clockwork wined-up bucking bronco (horse) with a colourful cowboy in a yellow tartan like shirt and a dark plain scarf, a hat that came off, side guns and spurs - the whole cowboy package as far as a little boy was concerned. When one turned the key, the bronco bucked and the cowboy would be thrown off. I thought it was marvelous and I remember thinking the cowboy was smashing, because he had side guns and I could pretend that he was able to get off his horse and walk about with bow legs.(In my kiddie imagination) Plus if you never turned the key, you could pretend the horse was well behaved and carried his cowboy from place to place in the normal well behaved manner. Well, you know what its like at that age, you love cowboy and Indian flicks - John Wayne and Co. I thought this toy was the full shilling with a bit of mustard to boot. I never remembered what happened to it, but I do believe my old aunt Iris and Uncle Fred must have put a lot of thought into that one. When I heard aunt Iris had passed away, that 1966 Christmas time visit and the little box of delight sprang to mind - a little moment in eternity for aunt Iris. x

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