The seventh film in our Student Animation Festival, The Story Of A Nice Girl, comes to us from Jean Yi who produced it at the Maryland Institute College of Art in Baltimore.
Yi’s film is an animated therapy session that reflects raw, real feelings in a perfectly charming way. Part of that charm comes from her vocal track which connects the viewer immediately to her story, her conversational performance being powerfully authentic and engaging. Her line drawings are deceptively simple. She draws herself as a simple stick figure, while others are drawn with more heft and personality. She uses color sparingly and for effect: gray lines for action or fantasy creations, pink for her band-aid, full color for her live “hand”. All this adds up to a perfectly satisfying autobiographical short that’s personal, sweet and yeah, dare I say it… nice.
Yi (above) provided us with some background on making The Story Of a Nice Girl:
Every now and then for the past year I wonder why I chose this subject for my thesis piece. As I’ve heard from a number of people, my animation is incredibly personal. Sometimes I still can’t believe I leapt from wanting to do something simply pretty to doing an animation where I’m narrating and drawing myself. Actually, being able to do a personal project initially sounded like an exciting once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I jumped at the chance. Unfortunately in my hasty naivety, I did not correctly account for the fact that I abhor drawing myself and hearing my own voice. Fortunately, 23 years of living have armed me with both tolerance and a self-belittling sense of humor. I have spent the majority of the past year bouncing between regretting my decision and being spurred on to finish such a tremendous project.
Just in case you were unsure, my animation is about me. My film even mirrors my ‘nice-ness.’ My story isn’t trying to pin anything on anyone. It’s just me trying to show a snippet of my life. I’m trying to share something that people can relate to and can take something away from. Yet at the same time, I’m not trying to force it down anyone’s throat. Through its many forms and evolution, I see my thesis struggling to find balance like I am. In my pessimistically hopeful way, I doubt my film and yet still hope that it shares something.
I’ve always been interested in how people react to my ‘nice-ness.‘ I think at first I come off as being amicable, polite, and on the shy side. Once people start seeing me as a ‘nice’ girl though, things usually get amusing. Some people, who were at times also called ‘nice,’ see a fellow peer they can be a little mean to. There are also people who read my nice-ness with mistrust and suspicion. Of course there are always those who watch out for us and make sure we don’t get ourselves into trouble the way nice people do. The ones I find most amusing though are the ones who want to see me angry. The popular request in middle school was asking me to repeat a swear word or to yell loudly for no reason. These different reactions and their variations have always been a big part of being ‘nice’ for me. They bring out certain sides of people and help me in turn figure myself out. If it weren’t for those kids in elementary school, I would have never developed my ‘why yell when punching is faster?’ policy.