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Mar 26, 2013 - Communication    2 Comments

My thoughts on Hotel Rwanda- Scene Analysis

How does the film director use techniques to strengthen his message and/or create an effect on the audience?

The director of this film uses non-digetic sounds to add a powerful affect. This is shown in the part when Paul is advised by George(the supplier) to take the river road.

Emotional music starts playing so something sad or scary is going to happen before it actually happened. The camera turns to an over the shoulder view then the car starts wobbling, which creates a mystery for us the audience as we do not know what is happening, it keeps us guessing what it could be. He goes to get out the car and then you hear an knife sound which was an non digetic included which then creates even more suspense as we wonder, why was this included.

It has a mid shot of Paul getting out the car then surprisingly the main character drops out of the picture . It then immediately turns to a close up of a dead body which has obviously been killed by the Hutu’s, the horror which was meant to bring to us is that Paul has driven over people who are the same people as him, it is meant to show what the Hutu’s are doing to the Tootsies and as Paul is a Tootsies, it is meant to show what will happen to all the Tootsies, as George said “all Tootsies in Rwanda will be dead”. Paul then retreats backwards as he doesn’t want to be touching the dead bodies, he then stands up, and then we actually see whats ahead of him, in the distance.

We see many dead bodies just lying there on the floor, Paul then vomits into his tie, and runs back towards the car, and tells his driver to back away, then the scene changes. This scene is powerful, one of the saddest moments in the film and to top it off, we then see Paul crying, which saddens us even more.

In conclusion to this, i think this scene is meant to tell people what happened to these poor people and make them aware of the dangers which can happen to a poor country when a country has left them in a state like Rwanda, and to keep people aware of what can happen.

Mar 1, 2013 - Communication    No Comments

Allegory story

One afternoon I was walking home from a long day at school which was really boring in fact but I was looking forward to meeting my new foster parents. It was the first evening I would be sharing with them so I was eager to get there. I had never actually spent time at their house either, so it would be nice to walk around and get used to my new home. I was walking home with my mates, and I popped into the shops to get some treats for me and my new family. I had some pieces of homework which were due in for tomorrow but I’m sure I will not have to do any of it

I was approaching my new home, on a quiet street with a couple of semi-detached houses across the road. With butterflies in my stomach, I rang the door bell.

The door opened and the first sight I saw was the enormous front room, chandeliers dangling from the ceiling and then there was my foster mum, Chole. “Good afternoon darling, welcome to your new home” we’re the first words which were said to me, i felt like home, a massive smile raised upon my face. I walked through the door, i buckled in as there was a small step, but fell into the arms of Chole. She giggled and put me back up straight and pointed in the direction of the front room, as she closed the door.
I walked in and came to a stop, i looked around and it was a beautiful house, fun entertainment all in this one room. As i stared, i saw a figure in the corner of my eye, in the garden there was my foster dad Jack. He came running in and greeted me, he was in his football kit, an Arsenal football kit with Jack Wilshere on the back, i laughed, seeing a grown adult in a football kit with studs and shinpads on is hilarious. “Hello hello hello, how are you today” he looked like he was up for a laugh and i was excited.
I was shown into my room and they left me to settle down, hearing my dad and his mates shouting at each other whilst playing football made me smile constantly. My room was a basic room, bed, wardrobe, tv and i was happy

The next day is was talking to my best mates about my new home, i told them not to share the story around to others as i don’t want people knowing I’m adopted, they all said they wont confidently as we walked into school.
At lunch time, i had a few people come towards me and started pointing their fingers at me whilst laughing. When i saw this, i knew what happened, one of my closest friends has told people in the year above, i was devastated.
I walked home all by myself and i arrived at the front door, i knew i had a dad who was bubbly and a mum who was caring, so i knew i will spill the beans soon. I reached for the door bell but pulled my hand back, i took a deep breath, wiped my face and rang it.
5 seconds of intense waiting, I saw the door handle turn, I tried to put a smile on my face, so I looked quite weird. The door opened and there was Chole(mum). ” good afternoon darling, how are you today” I shrugged my shoulders, I replied “fine” and headed upstairs straight to my room, it was a bit rude me not talking to her but I couldn’t just figure out why one of my closest friends would tell someone else.
Couple hours later, the same group of friends that I told my secret to knocked on my front door. My dad answered and called me down, I said I didn’t want to go out so they left.
At dinner time we watched the football, which made me mic happier, it was an champions league match against Montpellier when I received a text message saying ” hey, how are your new foster parents, are you having a good time with your fake mum and dad” I read this, and started to cry, my dad didn’t notice Ashe was shouting at the tele but my mum came a rapped her arms around me. “What’s wrong, your never like this” I replied “I know but I’m getting bullied” after I said that the whole room went silent, my dads face was stunned, my mum went into tears, it wasn’t a good evening
We all went to bed early that night, and I woke up to see my dad in a suit, I’ve never seen him in a suit, but I knew where this was heading. “Dad what you doing, your not coming to school with me!” “I think I’m am son, I’m not tolerating this, and your teachers need to stop it”

We’re got out the car, and headed for the school entrance, everyone was staring at me and then the shouting came. ‘Fake mummy and daddy’ ‘No real mum’ ‘you adopted s***’ were all called out, the whole school new of this, and I knew I would have to go to a different school after this


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