Stuff to write
So, THE AVIATOR= genius. Loved it. Seen it three times in theaters. Obssesive? Yes. Great film? Totally. Have I become a Howard Hughes nut? Yep. JUst read a book on the man and he had one hell of a life. Certainly one of the 10 most fascinating people of the 20th century. Tragic ending.
There's nothing as amazing and stimualting like sitting in a dark movie theater and smiling like a dork as Martin Scorsese plays with 1920s true color (thus giving the first hour a look all its own, weird orange skin tones and absolutly no green) and then losing that giddy smile as the story becomes serious and then cringe and tear up during minutes 105-110 and what happens to Howard Hughes.
Anywho, I just wrote this on the spur of the moment and it completley established in my eyes what my characters are like right now- DARK.
Read and tell me what ya think. I'll probably want to stick it in a story somewhere but right now it has no plot or real character. Just GUY 1 and GUY 2
GUY 1
So you always hear that if given the chance, what would someone ask God, and they always say they'd ask something deep and profound like
"What's the meaning of life?" or some other bullshit. When I hear that all I can say is "BULLSHIT anyone would fucking ask that!" Somone might as well ask what came first, the chicken or the goddamned egg?
GUY 2
I like chicken. Especially fried.
GUY 1
Me too but I mean people wouldn't ask that, woudl they? You really think anyone in their right mind would? Cause I sure as shit don't.
GUY 2
You don't?
GUY 1
Fuck no. I'd personally ask about my future . Here I am, a 24 year old film nerd and I have all these grand dreams but I don't know what the hells gonna happen to me. Am I gonna go on and make film history living my dream? Or am I going to end up as some lonely lonely fuck whos life centers around whats new at the movie theaters come Friday night?
GUY 2
That would suck.
GUY 1
Yes. Yes it would. It surely fucking would. See, given the chance I'd walk up to the big guy, God I mean, say "Hey, how's it going? Oh yeah, we Americans surely can piss people off like no one else but we're good people overall. Anyway, here's my question Yahweh- Am I- me- ever going to live my dream of making films and living off it?
GUY 2
So what do you think the guy would say?
GUY 1
First off he ain't just a guy, ok. But what would he say? Well...he'd say "Let's take a look at your file here...mmm....oh....ouch...sorry man but it says here you don't. You're...let's see...ah...you're going to die at age 35 alone in your dinky apartment watching (intake of air) transexual porn. Ouch, can't say I approve but sorry.
GUY 2
Tough luck.
GUY 1 (starting to tear up)
Well it ain't no fucking difference for anyone else is it? Dreams don't come true. They can't.
GUY 2
Sure they do, buddy.
GUY 1
NO! A writer meets God and says "Hey Big Man, will I ever write the next great American novel like Catcher in teh Rye or Moby Dick?" God politly goes "Why no, you'll waste your whole life trying to though. You'll spend all your money to get printed versions of your failed stories out and once you know how much they suck you'll go ahead and blow your head off with a shotgun."
GUY 2 (concerned)
That's not God's fault. Life's what you make it, isn't it.
GUY 1
FUCK YOU! God then says "But luckily, your best friend will have recorded your pathetic failed life story and will go on to write a book about you and that will go on to be the next great American novel.
GUY 2
Um...that's a little bit hard to belie-
GUY 1
A fucking-fuck-damn actor "GGod, what about me?" and he says "You, hell, you end up a cokehead who blows people for money and you'll become famous for getting high and cause a bloody massacre where you shoot up a few extras and a couple Hollywood producers/
GUY 2
No,no,no. Besides, doctors and lawyers get to live their dreams, don't they?
GUY 1
And of course let's not forget J.C.!
GUY 2
Do you hear me?
GUY 1
"Hey dad, do I really have to die on that fucking cross? That looks like it really hurts." And that heartless bastard turns around and goes "Yes you do, and yes it is gonna hurt like a bitch, so shut up, stop bitching, and start dying for their sins."
GUY 2
Are you- are you ok?
GUY 1 (quiet)
Dreams are dreams, nothing more.
GUY 2 (more forceful)
Are you ok?
GUY 1 (tears in his eyes)
Do you ever feel alone?
GUY 2
..sometimes. But I-I don't, you know, see how that- what- what about you?
GUY 1
Only when I'm around other people.
So, that some writing and yeah. I'm done. Later. To those who get to read my screenplay (Jerry and Joel should have a copy, you can ask them if you want to read it, BUT you have to ask me first!) tell me what you think.
Later peop.
There's nothing as amazing and stimualting like sitting in a dark movie theater and smiling like a dork as Martin Scorsese plays with 1920s true color (thus giving the first hour a look all its own, weird orange skin tones and absolutly no green) and then losing that giddy smile as the story becomes serious and then cringe and tear up during minutes 105-110 and what happens to Howard Hughes.
Anywho, I just wrote this on the spur of the moment and it completley established in my eyes what my characters are like right now- DARK.
Read and tell me what ya think. I'll probably want to stick it in a story somewhere but right now it has no plot or real character. Just GUY 1 and GUY 2
GUY 1
So you always hear that if given the chance, what would someone ask God, and they always say they'd ask something deep and profound like
"What's the meaning of life?" or some other bullshit. When I hear that all I can say is "BULLSHIT anyone would fucking ask that!" Somone might as well ask what came first, the chicken or the goddamned egg?
GUY 2
I like chicken. Especially fried.
GUY 1
Me too but I mean people wouldn't ask that, woudl they? You really think anyone in their right mind would? Cause I sure as shit don't.
GUY 2
You don't?
GUY 1
Fuck no. I'd personally ask about my future . Here I am, a 24 year old film nerd and I have all these grand dreams but I don't know what the hells gonna happen to me. Am I gonna go on and make film history living my dream? Or am I going to end up as some lonely lonely fuck whos life centers around whats new at the movie theaters come Friday night?
GUY 2
That would suck.
GUY 1
Yes. Yes it would. It surely fucking would. See, given the chance I'd walk up to the big guy, God I mean, say "Hey, how's it going? Oh yeah, we Americans surely can piss people off like no one else but we're good people overall. Anyway, here's my question Yahweh- Am I- me- ever going to live my dream of making films and living off it?
GUY 2
So what do you think the guy would say?
GUY 1
First off he ain't just a guy, ok. But what would he say? Well...he'd say "Let's take a look at your file here...mmm....oh....ouch...sorry man but it says here you don't. You're...let's see...ah...you're going to die at age 35 alone in your dinky apartment watching (intake of air) transexual porn. Ouch, can't say I approve but sorry.
GUY 2
Tough luck.
GUY 1 (starting to tear up)
Well it ain't no fucking difference for anyone else is it? Dreams don't come true. They can't.
GUY 2
Sure they do, buddy.
GUY 1
NO! A writer meets God and says "Hey Big Man, will I ever write the next great American novel like Catcher in teh Rye or Moby Dick?" God politly goes "Why no, you'll waste your whole life trying to though. You'll spend all your money to get printed versions of your failed stories out and once you know how much they suck you'll go ahead and blow your head off with a shotgun."
GUY 2 (concerned)
That's not God's fault. Life's what you make it, isn't it.
GUY 1
FUCK YOU! God then says "But luckily, your best friend will have recorded your pathetic failed life story and will go on to write a book about you and that will go on to be the next great American novel.
GUY 2
Um...that's a little bit hard to belie-
GUY 1
A fucking-fuck-damn actor "GGod, what about me?" and he says "You, hell, you end up a cokehead who blows people for money and you'll become famous for getting high and cause a bloody massacre where you shoot up a few extras and a couple Hollywood producers/
GUY 2
No,no,no. Besides, doctors and lawyers get to live their dreams, don't they?
GUY 1
And of course let's not forget J.C.!
GUY 2
Do you hear me?
GUY 1
"Hey dad, do I really have to die on that fucking cross? That looks like it really hurts." And that heartless bastard turns around and goes "Yes you do, and yes it is gonna hurt like a bitch, so shut up, stop bitching, and start dying for their sins."
GUY 2
Are you- are you ok?
GUY 1 (quiet)
Dreams are dreams, nothing more.
GUY 2 (more forceful)
Are you ok?
GUY 1 (tears in his eyes)
Do you ever feel alone?
GUY 2
..sometimes. But I-I don't, you know, see how that- what- what about you?
GUY 1
Only when I'm around other people.
So, that some writing and yeah. I'm done. Later. To those who get to read my screenplay (Jerry and Joel should have a copy, you can ask them if you want to read it, BUT you have to ask me first!) tell me what you think.
Later peop.