GOING HOME

CURRENTLY IN PRE-PRODUCTION

Produced By

Foreign Fauna

Motion504

Directed by

Alicia Allen

GOING HOME is an immersive 360 musical trip that places viewers in the shoes of 'another' as they travel through a deluge of mixed memory and emotion. This hypnotic ride boasts several vignettes including small town crime, perceptions of race & family, and the bleak flip-side of giving all one can. So pop two dramamine and buckle up because this is about to be one wild ride.

Lyrical breakdown

Consider for a moment
you’re in someone else’s shoes,
living their life, now
what would you choose?

Would you abandon your past
and find a new life?
Or would you stand your ground
and put up a fight?

You don’t know until you see
with your own eyes;
So come along and join me
on this empathy ride.

Visual Notes

The first stanza takes place in the boarding area of a roller coaster ride. It’s a blue sky fluffy white clouds kind of day, and everyone and everything we see appears bright and cheerful. We, as the viewer, are all ready seated, and are watching as others get into the seats around us. Each roller-car is in the shape of a vehicle. The vehicle that we are sitting inside is a rather shortened cartoonish convertible-ized cropped top version of a Toyota Sienna Mini-van in light tan-ish silver. We even have our own little steering wheel, though we are never in control of the ride. Our Conductor, the ride employee that would typically recite the safety instructions, is instead singing the lyrics to the song playing. This character stands out, as they are somehow completely black and white. In the meantime, a strangely similar looking character sits in the same ride-car behind us holding a small stack of note cards up in front of themselves, as if they are getting a jail photo taken. The lyrics are written onto the note cards. The expressionless character inexplicably flicks and flips the cards to the rhythm with odd but enthusiastic poses – but their face never changes.

CHORUS
You’re going home
You’re going home
You’re going home,
please enjoy the ride

Visual Notes

The moment the first word of the chorus leaves the Conductor’s mouth, they pull the lever and we lunge forward into a nosedive through the darkness of the tunnel ahead. Occasionally there are flashes of light, and what could be __TBD__, but for the most part the viewer only see darkness.

Wake up now,
it’s time to go.
Prepare your mind and
mind your soul.

Pack your clothes
and pack your things.
Pack away all
of your selfish dreams.

One, two, three steps
towards the door.
You’re moving towards a life
you don’t know no more.

Visual Notes

Suddenly there is light peeling open and blinking as though we are sitting in darkness from inside an eyeball. There are two sets of lids blinking open- the front and back. When they meet in the middle, there is no more darkness. The front eye is facing the door of exiting a bedroom. The back eye is facing our ride-along buddy with their notecards, flipping along to the lyrics.  Suddenly a set of eyes, a mouth, and two gloved hands appear as if floating in thin air. They belong to the Conductor who continues to sing the lyrics. The Conductor’s hands wave around the room pulling items from shelves and placing them in suitcase now sitting in our lap.

On One, two, three… the ride lurches through the door.

CHORUS
You’re going home
You’re going home
You’re going home,
please enjoy the ride

Visual Notes

The other side of the door opens up to a highway. We see a sign for Manitowoc ### Miles. We drive under an overpass – it’s suddenly another season. We see a sign for Manitowoc ## Miles.

The nation knows
about this tiny sliver.
Murder in the yard,
and a rape by the river.

It’s a messed up world
you’re living in.
Capitalizing on
each other’s sin.

Small town. Small world.
Small mi-i-i-inds.
Fucking with each other
just to pass the time.

Visual Notes

When we hear the lyrics, “please enjoy the ride” we pass under an overpass, but on the other side we see the opening of a sunlit forest. The forest thins opening up to a salvage yard stacked with cars along with a crowd of reporters and cameras. Newspaper pages whip in the wind, each one of them a headline. ___TBD___ The ride veers up, up, up. Above the salvage yard. Above the world.

 

CHORUS
You’re going home
You’re going home
You’re going home,
please enjoy the ride

Visual Notes

Above the universe into darkness. The ride then suddenly plunges down and around. Everything is a blur of color before slowing into another clearing of trees.

Brother in the basement
and two upstairs.
A sister here and
a sister there.


People see us all and say,
“it can’t be true.
You’re different from them
and they’re different from you.”

Dirt floors, dirt walls,
di-i-irt life.
You’re privileged with good
but they’re still living in strife

Visual Notes

We move through the archway of tree’s into a foliage filled backyard. On our left hand side stands a house with a steel metal door hanging open from  the concrete basement wall. Wes stands in the doorway.

The ride weaves up and around to be level with the wooden wrap-around porch that was once above us. Across two different windows we see Quintin, Lester and even a little glimpse of Paul.

The ride winds around the corner through another archway of trees, but when we reach the other side it is actually a road in Manitowoc. A few confederate flags sprinkled amongst the old houses. Kimi is on the right side sitting on the steps of a junk house, and Steph is on the left in front of a jail-like apartment building.

Then we pass through a set of ornate doors at the end of the road which leads into a church where  everyone is mouthing the lyrics together ‘You’re different from them and they’re different from you’ 

We move towards another door, the basement door from earlier. ::Wes’s basement apartment:: The ride continues pushing forward into darkness.

CHORUS
You’re going home
You’re going home
You’re going home,
please enjoy the ride

Visual Notes

We’re in complete darkness for only a moment before various items float/fly past us.

Baby sister’s got
no more teeth.
They’ve rotted away
right down to the meat.
She’s got a factory job
and it pays ok.
It pays the bills,
but not to run away

from her hazy, crazy,
deadbeat mom;
Destroying her life
so she can never move on.

Visual Notes
words

CHORUS
You’re going home
You’re going home
You’re going home,
please enjoy the ride

Visual Notes
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A foster Grandma,
who’s a goddamn saint,
dedicated her life
to healing others pain.

But still she regrets
the one’s that got away.
The ones she loved
but just couldn’t save.

Her light saves lives,
but wont save her own.
Alone with her thoughts now
that the children have grown.

Visual Notes
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CHORUS
You’re going home
You’re going home
You’re going home,
please enjoy the ride

Visual Notes
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A divided United and
the big orange man.
Giant ego
and tiny hands.

Now we’re tearin’ at each other
like cats and dogs.
Actin like we ain’t got
nothin’n common at all.

Good folk. Bad folk.
We’re all the same.
Just creatures on a rock
hurt’lin through outer space.

Visual Notes
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CHORUS
You’re going home
You’re going home
You’re going home,
please enjoy the ride

Visual Notes
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Characters

The Conductor (Sings)

The conductor is our cheshire cat. Their name is a misnomer, because they never have any real control. While they may seem to be the one pulling the strings and pushing the viewer from scene to scene, in truth they are merely commenting on the situation. In many ways, the conductor is on the same ride as the viewer. Long story short, the conductor is our thoughts and anxieties manifested.

Ride-along-buddy

Our ride-along-buddy is:

A) An easy way to block the view of the back half of our 360 sphere, thereby saving time in animation.

B) Holding note cards with the lyrics because- Look ma! Now we're a lyric video too!

C) Symbolism for how we move through life constantly surrounded by strangers- sometimes even traveling the same paths (or literally roads) as strangers.

D) All of the above

The answer is D.

The Van

The Van is the ride car we (the viewer) sit in. It doesn't have facial expressions or a voice, but it does have some character.

The Fam

Quintin - Tall, lanky, fro dreading on the ends
Wes - Tall, but broader(not beefier) shoulders, tight cut hair
Lester - Medium, broad, fro dreading on the ends
Kimi - Medium, long oily blonde hair, lanky
Stephanie - Short, Pear, Slicked back pony

FULL CREDITs

Music and lyrics by

Alicia Allen

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Viewer Stand In

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Ride-ALong-Buddy

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The Conductor

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3D Artists

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Cel Artists

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Budget

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Estimate/Actual

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360 Camera

$300.00/$###.##

Foreign Fauna Fellowship Fund

Music & Lyrics

$2000.00/$###.##

Ashely/Misty/Val

Production Assistant

$2000.00/$###.##

For shoot days

3D Models

$3000.00/$###.##

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Costume Materials (x15)

$2000.00/$###.##

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Total

$9300.00/$###.##

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