Window

I remember being at my sister's wedding wandering through the church doing my own self exploration, until I stumbled upon something I clearly wasn’t supposed to see. My father, and all my aunts and uncles crowded around each other speaking in hushed tones. A bleak shadow was cast on the room. I was confused how on such a happy day everyone could come together to privately grieve. Later that week I was finally told the reality of what I saw. My grandmother My grandmother was the backbone of the family and devoted her time to ensure that everyone, especially my aging grandfather, was taken care of and felt special. I felt that no matter the circumstances she’ll walk out of the hospital with a warm grin and a demand for us to pick up some boston market on the drive home. But after I was told she was denying chemo I understood it was only a matter of time. Living a 12 hour drive away in Atlanta my mother would urge me to call my relatives in Michigan so I could check in on her. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I knew we didn’t have much time, but I didn’t want to face the reality. The last time I saw her she could barely speak or recognize me. She died the next morning.

Windows is a horror thriller about Jordan, a young man who conducts a wellness check on his lonely Nana. Upon entering the house he becomes trapped in a time loop where he experiences all stages of grief while unlocking the mystery behind his Nanas passing and the time bending loop he finds himself in. In this story I hope to explore the futility in our regrets, the unforgiving nature of time and how improperly grieving can impact those around us. I intend for this film to be a mind warping horror that leaves the audience constantly rewatching trying to piece together the reality contorting puzzle. But I also want the audience to feel the emotional weight that our protagonist deals with and to find a piece of themselves in the story.

I intend to use deep blues to emphasize the moonlight that much of the film is lit with. Browns to bring warmth and age to Nanas once welcoming home, and yellows to accentuate the ominous pillars of light that flood from doorways and windows. I want much of the film to feel surreal, like almost a dream that you can’t escape.