Alfred Hitchcocks is a “Psycho”

In the beginning of the murder scene in Alfred Hitchcock’s movie “Psycho”, the camera frame is mostly shot as a widened-out view of the women. The camera follows the women as she moves to the bathroom and begins to take a shower. The way this shot is filmed is done to show everything she does. This also allows the viewers to focus all on her. The viewer has a relaxed, but interested feeling during this part of the scene. The camera frame begins to change as the murderer enters the scene. At this point the frame begins to be more zoomed-in, switching between the attacker and the women, to show only the information that the director wants the viewer to obtain. The attacker’s face is not shown in this scene, but instead is represented as a shadowed outline of a person. This type of shooting while going back and forth between the two excites the viewer. To conclude the scene, the director uses close up shots of the shower curtain being pulled down to represent the moment the women falls and is completely dead from her stab wounds. The scene ends dramatically with a slow zoom-in to the dark drain hole and then a zoom-out of the women’s eye. Only then does the director show the life-less women’s body. This sequence of events and the way the film is shot causes suspense and toys with the viewer’s emotions.

 

Three Cubist Musicians

The art work Three Musicians by Pablo Picasso shows a unique style of painting called Cubism. The piece is assembled using geometric shapes and bold colors. In some ways this style goes hand in hand with some of the basic elements of music. The use of geometrical shapes is consistent through the entire piece of artwork. This is similar to the melody in music that is consistent throughout an entire musical piece of work. The additional, attention-grabbing harmonies that are added on top of the melody in a musical piece are much like the vibrant colors that are added along into the geometric shapes. The bold colors are used to make a statement in this piece of artwork. The distorted but distinguishable look of the men in the artwork is similar to how you can distort musical sounds by the use of different pitches and notes. The general theme and design of this painting is very comparable to the musical genre of jazz because of similar setting, clothing styles, and instruments that go along with the genre of jazz.

A Poem About a Snowday

The poem “Snow”, by David Berman is about two brothers and what they do on a snowy day. The plot of the poem is a boy and his brother, Seth, are walking through a field. The older brother tells a story to his brother about how the snow got there. They then walk over a frozen lake and the older brother then says hello to his neighbor. The two brothers then begin to shovel snow.

The poem has many symbols. For example the poem says, “I told him that a troop of angels had been shot and dissolved when they hit the ground.” The troop of dissolved angels are meant to represent the snow on the ground because the color of angels is known to be white. Another example of a symbol used by the author is when he says, “Then we were on the roof of the lake.” The roof of the lake is meant to mean the reflection given off by the ice. Lastly, the author uses the phrase, “A room with the walls blasted to shreds and falling.” This phrase is used to describe the snow which is compared to blasted and shredded walls of a room. The author is quite creative with his writing by the use of these symbols.

Snow (David Berman, 1999)

Walking through a field with my little brother Seth

I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in the snow.
For some reason, I told him that a troop of angels
had been shot and dissolved when they hit the ground.

He asked who had shot them and I said a farmer.

Then we were on the roof of the lake.
The ice looked like a photograph of water.

Why he asked. Why did he shoot them.

I didn’t know where I was going with this.

They were on his property, I said.

When it’s snowing, the outdoors seem like a room.

Today I traded hellos with my neighbor.
Our voices hung close in the new acoustics.
A room with the walls blasted to shreds and falling.

We returned to our shoveling, working side by side in silence.

But why were they on his property, he asked.