| Figure I better start with the posts. |
[Apr. 4th, 2008|05:31 pm] |
Saying I'm not comfortable with this format is like saying Mel Gibson's portrayal of Jesus Christ was commercially successful. BA-ZING!!
Gonna try to post some stuff I wrote:
FADE IN:
INT. ROOM WITH A GREEN SCREEN
We are watching HILLARY TENAFLY, a sleek newscaster dressed in ostensibly modern attire. He/She stands casually in front of a green screen that changes background when the cameras change angle, or when tHere is any cut at all. Each background should look like Tenafly is actually in the setting, without ever really changing pose.
The first background could be fog over a cliff, or a modern art museum.
TENAFLY
Charles Barkley has returned to basketball after a ten year retirement, scoring an average of twenty-six points a game for the New York Knicks.
The next background could be a train passing in a train yard or a Western shootout.
TENAFLY (CONT’D)
In otHer news, a ten year old boy has recently taught himself to fly. Later, an interview with Saint Bernard, the man who claimed his own sainthood as a teenager and was eventually canonized by the Catholic Church.
The new vista could be the inside of a library, a fashion shoot, etc.
TENAFLY (CONT’D)
Now, we go to our own FatHer Cleary for anotHer Rebel Review, in studio.
CUT TO:
INT. AN INTIMATE TELEVISION-AUDIENCE STUDIO
The camera should be in somewhat tight on FATHER CLEARY, the middle aged priest in traditional Middle-Ages monk’s clothes.
FATHER CLEARY
Thank you, Tenafly, and welcome ladies and gentlemen to this week’s edition of Rebel Review!
Though said in a calm tone and manner, FatHer Cleary’s words reverberate with digital amplification as the camera pulls back to show a small cheering audience below a podium on which sits the FatHer and his guest.
His guest is a large man dressed entirely in ripped black leatHer with long black hair, but before we can see more, we are back in tight on FatHer Cleary.
FATHER CLEARY (CONT’D)
Today, our guest is Sharif Jones. Born in upstate New York, young Henry Jones changed his name when he was twelve to Sharif. It is a name from a land of his own invention, is that not correct Mr. Jones?
The camera now holds in tight on SHARIF JONES, a hulking man with tattoos on most of the skin we can see. He seems restless and almost unaware of the presence of his interviewer and totally unaware of the audience or the television cameras. He toys with an unlit cigarette, mostly looking at it even as he answers questions. He refuses to meet the FatHer’s ever more insistent stare.
SHARIF JONES
In the land of Korax, Sharif means Sucker.
FatHer Cleary turns to the camera in the first medium shot that includes both of them.
FATHER CLEARY
Mr. Jones has given a different explanation of his name every time he has been asked. OtHer responses besides “chaos” are -
(he reads from a paper in his lap)
- “king”, “freedom”, “swiss cheese”, “blue”, “green”, “yellow”, “sunlight”, “moonshadow”, and “sHeriff”.
Sharif Jones barely pays attention to this list. FatHer Cleary turns back to address him.
FATHER CLEARY (CONT’D)
In the past, Mr. Jones, you have been a frontman of premier bands in the genres of speed metal, zydeco, and anthemic punk. You have been arrested six times for inciting riots and treason, and have been involved in at least two rebel art movements: the Charter Frames and the Boutineers, to name those we know of. Most recently, you have acted as spokesman for the militant guerilla movement Clothurius Rex whose actions against members of every political party in America have garnered few allies except among certain Central and South American rebel militias. Most of the world’s governments recognize you as a terrorist.
Sharif Jones shrugs without looking up.
SHARIF JONES
Some people were born to raise up. My mom told me so.
FATHER CLEARY
“Raise up”, you say, and yet tHere have been few characters in history with your reputation for rebellion and anarchy. Sharif - may I call you Sharif?
FatHer Cleary leans in intensely. Sharif Jones shrugs.
FATHER CLEARY (CONT’D)
Sharif, Clothurius Rex has leaked to us through anotHer source that you are no longer affiliated with them, that you have discovered a cause more violent and disruptive than any they could come up with. Do you have a comment, any warning for an ignorant, quaking America?
It seems to take Sharif Jones a moment to understand the question.
It takes him anotHer moment to realize an answer is expected. FatHer Cleary and the whole audience are silent, leaning forward with baited breath.
INT. SAME STUDIO - NOT A MOMENT LATER
FATHER CLEARY
What are your plans for the near future?
He lowers his voice to a digitally amplified whisper.
FATHER CLEARY (CONT’D)
I do need not need to point out our own armed security forces alert if you mean us any harm.
CUT TO:
INT. BALCONY ABOVE THE AUDIENCE
Three impassive men armed to the teeth with guns pointed at the stage. One waves at the camera.
INT. STAGE
Sharif directs his answer to the cameras, eyes rolling, as though embarrassed.
SHARIF JONES
I have no future, near or far. Each day, each moment is followed by the next, and happens after the last. I live in a series of tortured and interrupted consciousnesses, separated not by sleep, but by changes in Her mood.
He looks at the cigarette and pulls out a match. He looks as though he may light them, but ends up just playing with both.
SHARIF JONES (CONT’D)
I don’t sleep.
CUT
COMMERCIAL BREAK!
INT. SAME STUDIO
SHARIF JONES
When She sleeps, I sit in an old wicker chair. Her studio is messy, and I make no effort to clean it. It belongs to Her.
FATHER CLEARY
(Nodding)
Displacement of responsibility.
SHARIF JONES
I sit and watch Her sleep, mostly. Sometimes, I try to read or watch a movie. I can never pay attention for long, though. When I’m especially low, I try and write songs for the bands I once led. They usually end up insipid and full of self-loathing, and I throw them away.
FATHER CLEARY
An ego of insecurity.
SHARIF JONES
My pleasure in life comes mostly when She wakes up. Then, She wants to hold, and be held. Soon enough, She wants sex, or is willing to succumb to my almost constant desire.
FATHER CLEARY
(Eagerly)
A guilty release.
SHARIF JONES
The sex always carries us both to indescribable ecstacies, but the... afterwards, it never lasts long enough to completely satisfy me. Too soon, She is tearing the apartment apart, buzzing about Her countless appointments and power moves in the day to come.
FATHER CLEARY
Displacement of the traditional male.
SHARIF JONES
I stay witty in the face of Her excitement. By remaining cool, detached, and naked, I hope to disassociate myself with the stream of faces She will encounter outside of Her studio. I wonder if my weakness is as transparent as it feels.
FATHER CLEARY
Like glass in front of a fire.
SHARIF JONES
Then She leaves. WhetHer She goes to work or to play, I can never interest myself in the particulars.
FATHER CLEARY
Is tHere ever a difference to these bitches?
SHARIF JONES
But I am never jealous. How can I be jealous? I am a worm.
FATHER CLEARY
The earth is a home to many, but not all, of God’s creatures.
SHARIF JONES
Those nights or mornings She returns with rumpled shirts, glazed eyes, and bruised skin, I make myself as inconspicuous as possible. If She needs, I help Her to bed. I heat up water for Her vitamin tea. I undress Her gently, wrap Her in Her comforter.
FATHER CLEARY
Like a ghost.
SHARIF JONES
On nights of raw nose or pierced arm, when She tosses and turns and cries out in Her sleep, I hold Her in Her sleep. These days, She has begun to insist I get a job.
FATHER CLEARY
A childhood gone remiss. Escape through a dark reality.
SHARIF JONES
She says She is tired of being the only one in the relationship with a job, with any life at all outside their apartment.
FATHER CLEARY
The shriek of the banshee.
SHARIF JONES
At first, I thought this meant She was tired of me. Once I conquered that fear, I became truly horrified that She wanted us to become more domestic, more traditional.
FATHER CLEARY
The bourgoise!
SHARIF JONES
The thought of having a family with Her, of bringing home a paycheck to Her housecleaning made me... made me want to vomit! I felt violated.
FATHER CLEARY
A woman’s place is in the house. A man’s, in Her bed.
SHARIF JONES
I have too much respect for my own parents to pretend that I think that She and I would be anything but terrible at raising children. No, if She makes a move to leave the squalor of our relationship, I will leave Her.
The priest leans forward eagerly.
FATHER CLEARY
Would you like that? To be free of Her?
Sharif Jones for the first time looks into the priest’s face. His face adopts a look of such terror that it even dissolves the smirk off of the priest’s face.
SHARIF JONES
(Whispers)
No!
HOLD CLOSE UP ON SHARIF JONES’ FACE FOR MINUTES
FADE OUT.
Jeez that looks like poop. Gonna have to do work. |
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