Wednesday, 4 March 2015

BDM125 Treatment

Working Title: Ido
By Madilyn Davidson
Logline: “A potter’s art, a potters life, a patrician's will is a potter’s strife.”

Being a potter was once a revered position in Athens, as plebeians and patricians alike marveled over their art and skill. However, times change and the select few are replaced by hundreds. A lonesome potter named Ido trained by Klietias himself can attest to these hardships. Finding food to eat each day becomes an underlying focus. Until one day he is approached by a notable patrician in the market for a vase like no other. The patrician requests a Katharos vase to be made in his image which throws Ido back to a past that he was yearning to forget.

A master potter at heart, he is unable to turn down the offer. Ido begins to make the vase, however he is emotionally disconnected and cannot find the skills he spent a lifetime perfecting. He stays awake all night and eventually turns out an acceptable Katharos. When the patrician returns he is disappointed in Ido for he had heard tales of his skill as a potter, he turns away in disgust and Ido is left grovelling at his knees for another chance. This time Ido must confront his past in order to move forward. We are sent back in time to where Ido is crafting a kantaros vase with his wife, he is teaching her the techniques and as Ido smiles we are back in the present, with a completed vase before him on the wheel.

Ido is invited to attend the patrician’s symposium. As he enters the vase sits on a mantle in all its glory and splendour. The patrician makes a wonderful speech about his own greatness and toasts his guests with the kantaros vase; he finishes the wine and throws the vase to the ground. It shatters into a thousand pieces. Ido’s face is blank apart from the twitch of an eye. 

1 comment:

  1. Great start here, it has a good small storyline which is visually interesting. Some small areas need tweaking but this should start to come out as you do your beat sheet and script. Good work.

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