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Sometime on Saturday I'm suppose to be trying out for a Horror movie. I talked to Neecie, and she's not sure what I NEED for the audition, but thought it would be a good idea if I prepared a horror monologue. I know all of these are from 'horror' movies but it was really hard to find them. I came up with 9 that I think I could make work and would like opinions. Any help will earn you my love.
*kisses*
Rai
(1)The Blair Witch Project
written by Daniel Myrick & Eduardo Sanchez
(from the Sundance Film Festival version of the movie)
Heather: I just want to apologize to Mike's mom and Josh's mom and my mom and I'm sorry to everyone. I was very naive. (looks away from camera, scared) I was very naive and very stupid and I shouldn't have put other people in danger for something that was all about me and my selfish motives. I'm so sorry for everything that has happened because in spite of what Mike says now it is my fault. Because it was my project and I insisted on everything. I insisted we weren't lost. I insisted we keep going. I insisted we walk south. Everything had to be my way and this is where we've ended up. And it's all because of me we're here now hungry and cold and hunted. I love you mom and dad. I am so sorry. It was never my intention to hurt any one and I hope that's clear. (begins to hyperventilate) I am so scared. What was that? I'm scared to close my eyes and I'm scared to open them. I'm going to die out here. Every night we just wait for them to come. (breaks down and sobs)
(2)"M"
written by Paul Falkenberg, Egon Jacobson, Adolf Jansen, Fritz Lang, Karl Vash, & Thea von Harbou
Hans Breckert: What do you know about it? Who are you anyway? Who are you? Criminals. Are you proud of yourselves? Proud of breaking safes or cheating at cards, things you can just as well keep your fingers off. You wouldn't need to do all that if you'd learn a proper trade. Or if you'd work but if you weren't a bunch of lazy bastards ... but I -- I can't help myself -- I have no control over this. This evil thing inside me, the fire, the voices, the torment! Its there all the time -- driving me to wander the streets, following me silently, but I can feel it there -- it's me, pursuing myself -- I want to escape, to escape from myself but it's impossible ... I can't escape, I have to obey it, I have to run endless streets -- I want to escape, to get away and I'm pursued by ghosts -- ghosts of mothers and of those children, they never leave me, they are there, always there, always, always except when I do it -- when I ... then I can't remember anything and afterwards I see those posters and read what I've done. Did I do that? But I can't remember anything about it, but who will believe me? Who knows what its like to be me? How I'm forced to act -- how I must-- must-- don't want to -- but must -- and then a voice screams -- I can't bear to hear it -- I can't go on, I can't go on ....
(3)Just Mother
written by Joseph Stefano, from the novel by Robert Bloch
Mother: It's sad when a mother has to speak the words that condemn her own son. I couldn't allow them to believe that I would commit murder. They'll put him away now, as I should have, years ago. He was always bad and in the end, he intended to tell them I killed those girls and that man. As if I could do anything except just sit and stare, like one of his stuffed birds. Oh, they know I can't even move a finger and I won't. I'll just sit here and be quiet, just in case they do suspect me. They're probably watching me. Well, let them. Let them see what kind of a person I am. I'm not even gonna swat that fly. I hope they are watching. They'll see. They'll see and they'll know and they'll say, 'Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly.'
(4)Confession
written by Kevin Yagher & Andrew Kevin Walker, from the short story by Washington Irving
Lady Van Tassel: I lived with my father and mother and my sister in a gamekeeper's cottage not far from here... Until one day, my father died, and the landlord who received many years of loyal service from my parents... evicted us. No one in this God-fearing town would take us in... because my mother was suspected of witchcraft... She was no witch, but I believe she knew much that lies under the surface of life... and she schooled her daughters well while we lived as outcasts in the Western Woods. She died within a year... and my sister and I remained in our refuge, seeing not a soul... until, gathering firewood one day, we crossed the path of the Hessian...I saw his death, and from that moment...I offered my soul to Satan if he would raise the Hessian from the grave to avenge me.
Katrina: Avenge you?
Lady Van Tassel: Against Van Garrett, who evicted my family, against Baltus Van Tassel who, with wife and simpering girlchild, stole our home. I swore I would make myself mistress of all they had... The easiest part was the first - to enter your house as your mother's sick nurse and put her body into the grave, and my own into the marriage bed. Not quite so easy was to secure my legacy... but lust delivered Reverend Steenwyck into my power. Fear did the same for the Notary Hardenbrook. The drunken Philipse succumbed for a share of the proceeds, and the Doctor's silence I exchanged for my complicity in his fornications with the servant girl Sarah...
(5)Vertigo
written by Samuel A. Taylor & Alec Coppel
(Judy (aka Madeleine) sits down to write Scottie just a few moments after he, bewildered and still grasping at his sanity, has left his apartment)
Judy: Dearest Scottie. And so you found me. This is the moment that I dreaded and hoped for, wondering what I would say and do if I ever saw you again. I wanted so to see you again just once. Now I'll go, and you can give up your search. I want you to have peace of mind. You've nothing to blame yourself for. You were the victim. I was the tool and you the victim of Gavin Elster's plan to murder his wife. He chose me to play the part because I looked like her. He dressed me up like her. He was quite safe because she lived in the country and rarely came to town. He chose you to be the witness to a suicide. The Carlotta story was part real, part invented...to make you testify that Madeleine wanted to kill herself. He knew of your illness. He knew you'd never get the stairs to the tower. He planned it so well. He made no mistakes. I made the mistake. I fell in love. That wasn't part of the plan. I'm still in love with you, and I want you so to love me. If I had the nerve, I'd stay and lie...hoping that I could make you love me again...as I am, for myself, and so forget the other and forget the past. But...I don't know whether I have the nerve to try.
(She stands. And very deliberately, Judy tears up the letter and puts away her clothes and the suitcase)
(6)The Witches of Eastwick
written by Michael Cristofer, from novel by John Updike
Alex: Are you trying to seduce me? Well, I have to admit that I appreciate your directness, Darryl, and I will try to be as direct and honest with you as I possibly can be. I think-no, I am positive-that you are the most unattractive man I have ever met in my entire life. You know, in the short time we've been together you have demonstrated every loathsome characteristic of the male personality and even discovered a few new ones. You are physically repulsive, intellectually retarded, you're morally reprehensible, vulgar, insensitive, selfish, stupid, you have no taste, a lousy sense of humor, and you smell. You're not even interesting enough to make me sick. Goodbye, Darryl, and thank you for a lovely lunch.
(7)Curse of the Cat People
written by DeWitt Bodeen
Julia Farren: On the dark nights, on the stormy nights, you can hear him. He passes like the wind, and the flapping and fluttering of his great cloak, beating like gaunt wings, and the thunder of his horses' hooves is loud... and loud... and louder! At the midnight hour, down the road that leads to Sleepy Hollow, across the bridge, he goes galloping, galloping, galloping, always searching, always seeking. And if you stand on the bridge at the wrong hour, the hour when he rides by, his great cloak sweeps 'round you! He swings you to his saddle-bow and then forever you must ride. And always his cold arms around you, clasping you into the cavity of his bony chest. And then, forever, you must ride, and ride, and ride -- with the Headless Horseman.
(8)The Nature of the Spirits
written by Steven Spielberg, Michael Grais & Mark Victor
Tangina: Will you all come on in? Gather round. [Everyone gathers around Tangina] There is no death. There is only a transition to a different sphere of consciousness. Carol Anne is not like those she's with. She is a living presence in their spiritual earthbound plain. They are attracted to the one thing about her that is different from themselves - her lifeforce. It is very strong. It gives off its own illumination. It is a light that implies life and memory of love and home and earthly pleasures, something they desperately desire but can't have anymore. Right now, she's the closest thing to that, and that is a terrible distraction from the real LIGHT that has finally come for them. You understand me? These souls, who for whatever reason are not at rest, are also not aware that they have passed on. They're not part of consciousness as we know it. They linger in a perpetual dreamstate, a nightmare from which they can not awake. Inside the spectral light is salvation, a window to the next plain. They must pass through this membrane where friends are waiting to guide them to new destinies. Carol Anne must help them cross over, and she will only hear her mother's voice. Now hold on to yourselves. [Tangina's tone becomes more cautious] There's one more thing. A terrible presence is in there with her. So much rage, so much betrayal, I've never sensed anything like it. I don't know what hovers over this house, but it was strong enough to punch a hole into this world and take your daughter away from you. It keeps Carol Anne very close to it and away from the spectral light. It LIES to her, it tells her things only a child could understand. It has been using her to restrain the others. To her, it simply IS another child. To us, it is the BEAST. Now, let's go get your daughter.
(9)The Devil's Advocate (1997)
Denunciation of God
Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, fuckin' ass off. He's a tight-ass. He's a sadist. He's an absentee landlord. Worship that? Never.