Wendigo has a very stark look, blacks & greens mostly. There aren’t many sources of warmth, so when they’re there they stand out. Like the Pilot, it’s directed by David Nutter. Guy clearly had a strong sense of Mood. Obviously both episodes- his only work on the show- have stuff in common (shadows, the Gaping Maw of Darkness, etc etc), but despite this thing taking place in a forest, there’s no twisty branches thing going on here, like in the Pilot. Whereas that was about images- ladies burning on ceilings, the boys silhouetted on that bridge- Wendigo seems to be more about movement, how people are placed in relation to one another, all that. That’s my takeaway, anyway. The movement thing would certainly account for how blurry most of the screencaps were.
Nice cheekbone-shadows. (Also, remember the days of the DS?)
The colours here- all soft & dreamy- are a tipoff.
Aaand we’re back in khaki-&-brown Winchesterland. Because calling it the real world would probably be pushing it. I like how they’re filmed from outside the window, with the trees silhouetted.
My favourite shot of the episode. The light playing over Sam’s face (he, too, has great nose-shadows), the claustrophobic angle.
Hailey! That was her name, right? I like her. Nice screen.
How someone can be both a) so enormous & b) so delicate-featured is beyond me. Love the careful gatherings of shadow at the bones of his face.
Love this one because they look so ominous, turned away from the rest of the bar like that, all in darkness. & those luminous newspapers.
Look at that. That is magnificent. You can’t even see him. You guys. J.A & J.P are two of the most beautiful humans on the damn planet & half the time they don’t even show us their faces properly. They WITHOLD. It’s subversive.
I love this show.
Some v. cool composition here, those perfectly placed bars of light, more silhouettes…
Dean looks so damn glamorous at times. & so SCRUFFY.
Ah, the colour-filtered woods. Again: compare the palette to that of the dream sequence from earlier. It’s much bleaker. Also, Sam’s sweet almond eyes. (& the hair, my god, the adorable season one hair. Listen, I’m not apologising. They do this stuff on purpose, you know.)
Included for the Samulet & the weird/gorgeous/wtf bleached light, & for the look on his face.
You remember what I said about heat sources? Look at that fire in the background. It’s practically melting off the frame.
More noses. I might be having a crisis.
Okay, but look at those blurry molten flames. They’re like golden jewels. It’s frickin’ Essence of Myth or something over here.
Classic Winchester profile. Only with that soft smudgy J.A look. & note the empty space. It stops it feeling indulgent. We are still in exposition territory, after all.
Natural light, mmmm. The Beauty is strong.
Rays of light streaming down over them. Sam & Dean looming protectively in the foreground. *distant notes of sa-aving people, hu-unting things…*
& here we have the Gaping Maw of Doom & I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT. I PARTICULARLY LOVE THAT IT’S SQUIDGED INTO A CORNER OF THE FRAME AND THE REST IS BASICALLY THE DEPTHS OF TARTARUS.
Sam’s beautiful shaded-in doe face & the streaming light. Too. Much.
I don’t care that Kripke dissed the wendigo. This shot is terrifying.
God, love this. Also: ‘a burning shuddering frightful angel’. Google it.
The stark cold light & the jagged rock & how half his face is completely invisible.
This is beautiful. First off: clock the heat source. Second off: this looks like Swan Song foreshadowing. It’s not, obviously- or it can’t have been intended that way. But I’m just saying. There’s a whole lot of symbolic resonance. Also the composition is perfect.
Also his arms are ridiculous.
His bloody grimy doll-face. Oh, J.A.
The gems of light glimmering behind her, over her shoulder. Warmth. Rare, here.
Perfectly composed. Beautifully lit. Stoic Winchester profile.
See above, but also: the look on Sam’s face. You guys. He’s driving.
Aaaand scene. On our favourite girl. In a lovely colour-stripped classic-SPN shot.
Next up: Dead in the Water, Kim Manners’ first ep. Listen, don’t blame me if I get overexcited. Bloke was a genius.