Lighting and Colors - The Good Life - Veronica Mars
I was watching Veronica Mars the other day, on the CW, whatever that means, and it reminded me of how bizarre the lighting is on that show. I mean, I think we all went to high school, and not once did the Janitor's closet look like the Drama Department's spring production.
There are reds, yellows, greens, blues, purples, all throughout the halls, the classrooms, the police stations. I mean, not a flashing-neon-film-noir thing with "Girls, Girls, Girls" across the street, I mean red lighting IN the police station.
That brings me to red lighting in general -- there was this awesome bar / restaurant right at the meeting place of the Financial District (Jonathan Richman's Lonely Financial Zone) and Chinatown in Boston called The Good Life. It was appropriately dive-y and served excellent beverages, all with red lighting. I mean, red. Like you were in some Rambo film with the infrared vision. Red. Now, Veronica Mars isn't quite that bad, but you know, just like that show, it adds character and feeling to the place.
And I'll never forget that time we went in there, and it had changed! They must have redone it in some evil incarnation -- it had turned into this yuppy sports bar. That yuppy Apple-esque white glow was around these flat-screen T.V.'s, the bar had changed into this lighted glass monstrosity, and it was just, um, er, yeah. So looking rather frazzled, what must have been the only hanger on from the old set must have seen our shock and horror, and he was like "Yeah," and in almost wistful, sighing way, "just head on out..." I felt his pain, and he felt our pain. Lighting. We did head on out, and haven't been back...
It's kind of like the light saber. A red one works just as well as a green or blue one, but we know which one is sinister and which one is right-handed, as it were ;-)
There are reds, yellows, greens, blues, purples, all throughout the halls, the classrooms, the police stations. I mean, not a flashing-neon-film-noir thing with "Girls, Girls, Girls" across the street, I mean red lighting IN the police station.
That brings me to red lighting in general -- there was this awesome bar / restaurant right at the meeting place of the Financial District (Jonathan Richman's Lonely Financial Zone) and Chinatown in Boston called The Good Life. It was appropriately dive-y and served excellent beverages, all with red lighting. I mean, red. Like you were in some Rambo film with the infrared vision. Red. Now, Veronica Mars isn't quite that bad, but you know, just like that show, it adds character and feeling to the place.
And I'll never forget that time we went in there, and it had changed! They must have redone it in some evil incarnation -- it had turned into this yuppy sports bar. That yuppy Apple-esque white glow was around these flat-screen T.V.'s, the bar had changed into this lighted glass monstrosity, and it was just, um, er, yeah. So looking rather frazzled, what must have been the only hanger on from the old set must have seen our shock and horror, and he was like "Yeah," and in almost wistful, sighing way, "just head on out..." I felt his pain, and he felt our pain. Lighting. We did head on out, and haven't been back...
It's kind of like the light saber. A red one works just as well as a green or blue one, but we know which one is sinister and which one is right-handed, as it were ;-)
