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Accompanying booklet to my short film 'The Consequences of Loss'
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THE CONSEQUENCES OF LOSS
Starring Julie Cheung-Inhin.
Music by Natasha Atlas.
Written, filmed and directed by Bruna Martini.
The Consequences of Loss is a film about grief.
It explores the reactions of the protagonist to the death of her partner. Each consequence is based on the behavioral psychology Kübler-Ross model, ‘the 5 stages of grief’. This model of emotional and psychological responses analyse how people cope with a life-threatening illness or a life-changing situation. The stages are not meant to be complete or chronological. Reactions to death and loss are unique for each person.
The Consequences of Loss is composed by sequences, each one mixing photographs, footage and verbal content.
PHOTOGRAPHSThe film uses both analogue and digital pictures, and timelapses. The analogue photos have been developed in the black and white darkroom and scanned. Some of them are multiple exposures, others are test strips.
FOOTAGEFootage has been conceived with a photographic approach. It is sized as still images, and mixed with photographs.
VERBAL CONTENTPoems have been written and acted in the form of monologues.
The film’s sequences are put together through
• multiple exposures; • succession of still images to
freeze the moment; • succession of moving images, to
give the idea of temporal and spatial development;
• use of frames. Different frames are applied to the sequences. Using frames give continuity and recognise the images as part of the same sequence.
Chapter 1
first consequence
despair
Hello, Julie speaking.
Yes, it’s my husband. Why are you asking?
I haven’t seen him for a week... we had an argument, and I asked him to leave. But I really don’t see why this is your business.
Can you tell me what’s happened?
What?
Excuse me?
Chapter 2
second consequence
denial
Chapter 3
third consequence
anger
All his clothes were always black as well, he just never had anything there that was ever interesting.We went camping once, and it was the worst holiday I have ever had!
And this belt? Does it look like I could use his belt? That would go around me twice?And I just... I hate this tie!
What does it look like I’m doing?
Well, I’ ve got a suitcase here,
and a suitcase there, and I’ve
got a whole lot of men clothing
all around. Just, just the kind
of clothes I would never use
again... or ever.
I mean, this kind of jacket that you only wear to some posh interviews that I would never go to, I mean, does it look like I would ever wear it?
I am trying to get rid of this rubbish all over the place, everything’s so stupid all the time.
Chapter 4
fourth consequence
bargaining
After the fires of anger have been blown out, the next stage is a desperate round of bargaining, seeking ways to avoid the bad thing from happening.
For Julie, bargaining means coming to terms with her husband’s temper. And with her own.
They were one of those couples that excited each other’s feelings. Their interaction made their behaviours more extreme. For some this is passion; for them, it was fights.
They loved to shout at each others, their eyes burning, their bodies shaking. They cried and screamed and never compromised.
After the last fight, he left. Julie regrets how she hasn’t done what every woman would have done. She didn’t beg him, didn’t pray for him to come back, she didn’t run after him.
What would have happened if she had done something?
If only she could go back in time.
But she is now waiting for someone who is not there anymore.
Chapter 5
fifth consequence
acceptance
It’s been a while since I looked at a mirror. Last time was in the morning, and it was raining. A delicate spring shower that woke me up.
As always, I combed my hair carefully, to make it as silky as he liked it. And then out habit, or out for a secret hope, I put make up on.
He opened his eyes, and there I was, clean and fresh, my eye-lashes as long as ever, my lips like smooth red petals.
He looked at me like it was the first time. For a moment, we were in love.
A minute later, he had gone.
I ran to the terrace to call him back. A vibrant world was around me, with its buildings and streets and cars, and my husband somewhere in the picture.
I looked for him in the labyrinth of streets, remembering that moment of love in the morning.
But he was simply not in the picture anymore.
