So I spent the best part of twenty minutes he other day doing some market research before I started writing my first real movie script. I've decided to write it based on what people want to see rather than my own personal idea of what a story should be. I mean what's a script writer anyway if not a problem solver...solving problems like "how do we justify tits in that?" Anyway according to the four men aged between 28 and 29 and a half I spoke to sex, explosions and an obligatory cute animal are essentials ... I've managed to get it all in, things are so far going pretty well...I need a title though...
INT: KITCHEN - NIGHT
(Throughout this whole scene Katy Perry’s Fireworks is playing)
A young white couple both in their late twenties stand in the doorway of a kitchen in a 20 storey block of flats. The female is blonde and attractive. She leans against the door frame. She fingers the buttons around the Males shirt. He is slightly stubbly and dark with muscles that suggest he is smart and capable without too much vanity. He leans in closer, both of them smile. It’s a knowing smile. They are definitely about to have SEX.
INT: BEDROOM - NIGHT
Sex is happening. The sheets are silk. The pacing is moderate. Both parties look they are putting in a decent shift and benefitting from the rewards.
CAMERA SHIFTS FROM BED THROUGH THE OPEN BEDROOM DOOR WHICH HAD CLEARLY NOT BEEN SHUT IN THE THROES OF PASSION.
INT: CORRIDOR NIGHT
The camera closes in following the feet of a small puppy. The sound of a bell rings which can’t yet be seen but is worn around the small dogs neck...(If he’s still alive let’s get the dog from the Artist)
INT: BEDROOM - NIGHT
Camera cuts back to the couple on the bed...they have now swapped positions with the Female sitting up and stretching out her breasts. She looks happy.
Camera cuts back to the dog. He puts his paws over his eyes
EXT: STREET - NIGHT
A long shot of the block of flats and what can be seen of the city skyline. Fireworks continues to play for about four seconds then...The block of flat explodes.
SCENE2
EXT: DAY...
Wednesday, 20 November 2013
Friday, 15 November 2013
Monday, 9 September 2013
SOMETIMES THE UNDERDOG LOSES (24 HOURS ON TINDER)
“ I want to fuck you”. My friend has
just shown me her message from Richard (27) on Tinder. That’s all he’s written.
He’s looked at a picture of her face, which is all you have to go by on Tinder
and he’s expressed his feelings so concisely you could do nothing but throw
your arms up in the air with respect. As a failing writer I have chosen to
deliberately make saying what I really want an arduous, torturous struggle, a
journey of the mind peppered with alcohol and any substance which would
obstruct me from actually being able to do the really difficult work of saying
what I think, or at least think I think. I may be stupid, but this is what I
understood to be in the job description. I took another glance at the phone and
read back the line “I want to fuck you” It still said. Because it hadn’t been
deleted. The potency of his sentence had yet to diminish. I was envious of
Richard’s ability. “This guy’s good, he writes well” I said to my friend. “He’s
not a writer” she replied. “He’s a plumber”. That was the sucker punch.
They say “The early bird catches the worm” but somebody made that up
sometime around 1982 when people sprinkled Cocaine on their cornflakes slapped
on their braces and made money out of money. It did not pay for me to be up,
I’m broke and being up is expensive. However for all my efforts avoiding it
waking up was happening to me, and in that first instance of consciousness a
panic would not so much creep in as spring me up with a jolt. Something was
missing I’d turn to my left where my sons bed sits and it would be as it always
was, empty and unmade. Five days out of seven he was missing, and though this
arrangement had now been set for over a year every morning I’d wake up feeling
I’d lost him. Every morning that is except for the two where he is actually in
the bed. If I lost him two days a week every week, I’d definitely get in
trouble. A calm sets in when I remember he’s happy and with his mum, and then a
crippling realisation …I’m alone.
I turn to the Laptop which has over the last three years had its spot
etched into the mattress and been on for so long it is red hot with rage. When
we first broke up the Internet became a sort of haven. Document your misery in
pithy hilarious updates and grasp the “likes” that trickle through like little
virtual hugs. How can you really be alone if someone in Mexico has understood
your fears of looking more and more dog like with age? You see you’re not,
because Juan understands. But as Jonathon Franzen wrote in his essay Farther
Away “(The Internet’s) perpetual stimulation without satisfaction becomes
imprisoning”. There is no end to the Internet, you look around and watch
everybody on the bus staring into their smart phones and imagine them flicking
pages searching for the way out, but there isn’t one. I’ve turned myself into a brand in fear
of ever actually getting close to anyone. You can “like” me but that’s as far
as it goes. Again as Franzen writes liking is “commercial culture’s substitute
for loving” you can’t love a toaster. My general rule is you can only love things,
which can slap you. However we now go to great lengths to be liked, to be liked
as much as a toaster. The problem is nothing happens to a toaster in its
lifetime, except more than probably break. The limitless nature means there is
no natural end to anything and stories need an end. I’ll happily endure that
pain again and have an actual feeling than another understanding virtual hug
from Juan (no offence Juan, and please don’t stop liking) I think I don’t want
to be a toaster anymore. I think about Richard from Tinder, his bravery his no
nonsense knowing what he wants, his confidence, his fearlessness in the face of
rejection and wonder if I could ever say “I want to fuck you” to anybody and
not either open with an “I’m sorry…” or finish off with a “Please” or even
both. “I’m sorry I want to fuck you please”... It’s not the same.
Labels:
FAILURE,
JONATHON FRANZAN,
romance,
the internet,
TINDER
Monday, 5 August 2013
Saturday, 3 August 2013
17 BANDS I CAN'T FIND ON SOUNDCLOUD NO MATTER HOW HARD I JEDI MIND TRICK
Thursday, 1 August 2013
It's Over ( extract from What's that Smell)
It’s Over
I knew it was over when she said “That’s it, it’s over” and hung up. I
could read between the lines. I hated the hang ups, they left me with nowhere
to go, circling the flat like a bloated fly. I phoned my mother “ I think this
time it’s over” I told her, after I had said hello which I felt I would omit
from this. I don’t know why I added a “think” to it because I knew it was over.
“How is Ellie?” My
mother asked. She had a knack for not hearing a word I said hoping for the best
then giving herself away by asking a question directly related to the subject.
I once told her I was thinking I would kill myself to which she replied “Is it
sunny where you are?” That time she saved my life. It was sunny.
“She’s going to be
fine” I said.
Sunday, 28 July 2013
WHAT'S THAT SMELL (EXTRACT)
The Duck
“Dad, what is that?”
I stared at the orange
beak, I checked for feathers, I traced back through my tele-visual history and
within literal seconds I replied. “That is a Duck”. The Goose looked at me with
the kind of disdain that suggested if this was the sixties and he was my wife I
would not be getting my dinner tonight. That was fine by me. Ever since the
break up I’d become pretty attuned to preparing my own dinners. To my good
fortune my favourite meal was cheese. Nothing says “I’m a successful
independent being” than placing a brick of cheese on a plate, a knife and fork
only exaggerates the point.
Risks
“Look Dad! Rowing
boats! Let’s get one?” It was clear to me my child had no respect for life. In
my thirty four years I had not died once.
A small part of that I would credit to avoiding paying eight pounds to
spend half an hour in a plastic tank balancing on top of a world which did not
accommodate my preferred means of breathing. Where had we gone wrong in raising
him that at five he would be so keen to risk throwing it all away? “Me, mum and
Jim got one of these last week, it was epic” he said.
I paid the boat man
the eight pounds.
Failing
“I’m a good father”, I thought to
myself. Well, I thought I thought it to myself, it turned out I thought it out
loud for the boat man replied with a defensive “ok”. As if I thought he thought
I thought I was underachieving as a parent and trying to convince myself I
wasn’t. By getting on a boat I didn’t want to get on for the sake of my child
so that he would think I was just as good as Jim. Perhaps this was all true
except for the bit where I thought I was failing. I’m not failing. Though in
the near distance I could see that Duck behind a shrub giving me evils, I don’t
know what it’s problem is with me but I bet he thinks I’m failing…
Idiot.
I’m not.
Beards
This is what it’s all
about, making memories, doing things we don’t want to do together. The boy’s
going to remember this in years gone by. I’m doing well I thought, this time in
my head as I ran my fingers through my beard. I had a pretty good beard. I put
it down to my mum having taught me to shave. I also have pretty smooth legs. I
put this down to the same reason. It’s not that my dad was unattentive, it’s
just that he was never around. And when he was he needed his private time.
However if we passed in the corridors he always made a point of saying “hello” and I respected him for that.
Boat
sticks
I picked up the two
Boat sticks that help the boat move. Arthur told me that Jim told him they were
called Oars. It’s a humbling experience when you realise your child will know
things that you don’t. It’s worse when you realise your five year old already knows things you
don’t. Although I’d got this far not knowing that these sticks were called oars
and I still managed to get a Fine Arts Degree. I congratulated Arthur on his knowledge, but told him it’s ultimately
not the kind of information that will be of any consequence in the real world.
Why clog the brain with Trivia?
Like riding a bicycle
I understood the motions required to move us, but like riding a bicycle gravity
got in the way. The boat sticks had a life of their own, and the water seemed
like mud. Once I’d force them out of it, it would come as such a surprise there
was no composure to do anything other than throw them back in. We didn’t move
much. A bit to the left, a little to the right. If you looked in the direction
of that contemptuous duck and the clear expanse of water we could pretend we
were gliding slowly to a new world. A very small turn of the head and the Boat
man’s shoe in the corner of my eye would rudely remind us, we were on shore.
Arthur who was sat
opposite on his own sighed. I shall treasure these moments, disappointing this
cute button nosed child. It won’t get better than this. One day he will be a
stubbly youth to disappoint,
asking to borrow money, and my reply will be “I was hoping I could
borrow some from you”. These were good times. I took comfort in some words a
drunk man had once said to me “however bad you think things are, they are only
ever going to get worse”. He was a smart drunk guy. I pretended my phone was
ringing and answered it. How could I move a boat when there was a business call
to take?
The Phone Call
“Yes it’s me”
…
“This is a really bad
time, I’m rowing a boat”
…
“What do you mean they
want a new draft of the manuscript”
I liked the fact that
I used the word manuscript, Arthur may only be five, but I could tell he perked
up when he heard the word too. Neither of us really know what it means. His
smile collided with what must have been a passing cloud as a darkness came over
us. Still there was a smile on the boys face so I continued with the show.
“They want to publish
it as a novel?...But I’m not writing a novel”…
The boat began to
gently rock as somebody seemed to clamber on. Arthur seemed happy. I turned
around. Bloody hell it’s Jim. What is he doing on the boat? I thought with the
phone strapped to my face. Jim gave a gentle smile and nod.
“They’re talking Movie
rights, that’s crazy!”
I moved over to
Arthur’s side of the boat. I was going to stay on the phone to my agent for as
long as it took for me to work out what to do next. I made an I’m listening
noise.
“uh hmmm”
Jim picked up the boat
sticks and started moving them in a cyclical flowing motion. That’s how you do
it I noted to myself. We were off. Gently gliding towards that obnoxious Duck.
I bet Jim is taking me to him on purpose. I realised I’d not been talking to my
agent who wasn’t on the phone for a while.
“Listen I have to go,
I’m rowing a boat, this all sounds good, let’s do lunch”.
I knew I had done my
stint on the phone but I had not thought of how I was to address the situation
I was in. Should I ask Jim to split the eight pound hire charge of the boat.
Technically he has both the sticks so he owes the full amount. We’re just
sitting here, bored. I should be the bigger man and let him have his fun.
Reflections
Arthur leaned his head
out the side of the boat, he skimmed his fingers on the top of the water so
lightly it barely made an impression. I wished he didn’t find it so interesting
as it just left me staring at Jim. I had nothing to say to Jim. Well I had so much
to say it all cancelled itself out. We just sat there facing each other, like
two of the shittest mirrors in the business. All my failings were projected
onto his face and as he rode I’m sure all my failings were projected on my face
too . I looked at Arthur and hoped he’d do something that would require
parenting but he was fine skimming the water with his fingertips. I considered
pushing him in, just to save him, then I remembered swimming isn’t my strong
point. Again Jim would probably come out of this the hero.
“Look dad I can see us
all in the water” our three distorted reflections gently gliding together and
in the corner the beak of a duck who refused to butt out of this sensitive
situation. “It’s like we are all in a giant bath together” Arthur remarked. The
last place I wanted to be was in a bath with Jim. I did not want to think about
that scenario.
“It could be a soup” I
replied. I don’t know why this was better. I guess as ingredients we would
become individuals. Sure maybe we would still be working together for the same
cause, but at least that wouldn’t be getting clean together.
“But if it would be a
soup, it would be hot and it we would all be burning and our skin would slowly
come off”
“it’s a Gazpacho”
Jim nodded.
The duck quacked.
Thursday, 25 July 2013
My Year as a Film Producer (on Twitter)
FILM IDEA:
I"LL BE BACH" Meta Drama in which Scwarzeneger plays himself trying
to win the role of the German Composer in a biopic
FILM IDEA:
UNDERCOVER GOTH: a goth goes undercover to solve a crime
FILM IDEA:
CAN"T STOP DANCING: A man can't stop dancing...A Hi-Octane Dance movie
(think Crank meets Strictly Ballroom)
FILM IDEA: ONE
LAST BANG: on the day of her retirement a prostitute unwittingly takes on a
schizophrenic client
FILM IDEA:
DETECTIVE SHIT: He's a Detective, with an unfortunate name
FILM IDEA:
MIDDLE AGED SPREAD: A man in a mid life crisis joins a gymnastics team
FILM IDEA:
LADY'S INTUITION: detective Derrick Lady is called in to solve a crime cos he
has the best intuition.
FILM IDEA:
ROBOPOP: AFTER GETTING HIMSELF CAUGHT IN A TROUSER PRESS A FATHER OF TWO HAS TO
LEARN TO LIVE HIS LIFE AS HALF MACHINE
FILM
IDEA:UNDERCOVER LOVER BROTHER: A detective pretends to be a woman's lost
brother while on a secret job romance sizzles what's he to do?
FILM IDEA:
PRIME SINISTER:the Prime Minister is bitten by a vampire and changes currency
to virgin blood Position in Europe lies in tatters
FILM IDEA:
DON'T TAKE THEM OFF: A strippers life is rocked when she is diagnosed with
being Invisible
FILM IDEA:
DARTS OF WAR: When the entire missile unit of the U.S.A is taken out in a
dubious war they call on Phil Taylor to aim some shots
FILM IDEA:
THUNDER STRIKE:an umbrella sales man is called into action when a thunderstorm
hits a telecommunication office.
FILM IDEA: SEX
THREAT: When a man on a phone sex call is taken hostage in his own home, the
sex worker has to operate as a negotiator
FILM IDEA:
Mistaken Security: in a terrible mix up a swimming pool life guard is hired by
the FBI to protect the president of the U.S.A
FILM IDEA: THE
POET: A poet wreaks vengeance upon the publishers that turned down his novella.
Wordy thriller starring Gerard Butler
FILM IDEA: THE
PAT BENATAR STORY: the biopic of a man who was unfortunately named Pat Benatar
after the successful 80's female artist
FILM IDEA: NO
WAY OUT: After successfully breaking out of prison, a felon gets lost on the
tube.
FILM IDEA: COLD
TURKEY: Misunderstanding the concept, A crack addict shoots up while waiting
for his Turkey to cool down. Jack Black stars
FILM IDEA: THE
BACK PASSAGE: keanu reeves discovers his back door leads to the garden of his
teenage home where he reconnects with his dad
FILM IDEA:
LOCKED OUT: Macauley cullin reprises his role as Kevin but this time he's
locked out. A crazy time in the suburbs ensues
FILM IDEA: THE
BEAST WITHIN: A Michelin Starred Chef battles with an ongoing flirtation with
canniblism. Thriller starring Steven Segal
FILM IDEA: BAD
GOOD COP: He's a good cop, but he's shit at his job
FILM IDEA:
remake of the Bruce Willis classic Blind Date. But this time an insecure man is
set up on a date with a blind woman
FILM IDEA: A
retired cop is reinstated back to work to help track down a retired murderer
FILM IDEA: WOOD
COP BAD COP: a ventriloquist and his dummy go undercover to avenge the death of
a graphic designer
FILM IDEA: I'll
meet you in five minutes later: time travelling rom com about a mans troubles
with online dating
FILM IDEA: HARD
BALL: Julia Roberts stars as the fastest prostitue in the business. She's
really hard to get.
FILM IDEA:
DIRTY JESUS: Reworking of Dirty Harry starring Gerard Butler
FILM IDEA: DIE
HARD 6: A Onesie in a million: While Bruce Willis tries on a onesie in a
shopping mall. Terrorists strike.
FILM IDEA:
HANDS OFF MY DOG: a man grows increasingly jealous of his girlfriends devotion
to his dog.
FILM IDEA: 20
years since the Sixth Sense Joel Haley Osment's character joins the
Ghostbusters
FILM IDEA: A
Schizophrenic is put on the Witness Protection Program after witnessing a
murder it turns out he committed... Taut Thriller
FILM IDEA:
PANCAKE DAY: A Heist goes terribly wrong, and it's Pancake Day !#pancakes
FILM IDEA: A
Psychiatrist decides he needs to see a psychiatrist who in turn suggests he
talk to himself in front of a mirror
FILM IDEA: MR
DISASTER: A man falls in love with a Brick Wall
FILM IDEA:
Title for Jason Statham project...STANDARD BASTARD
FILM IDEA: A
Murder Mystery starring a detective who is also a horny Monk, called HONK
FILM IDEA: A
found footage film about a guy who finds a copy of the Blair Witch Project then
watches it.
FILM IDEA:
AUNTI CLIMAX: reworking of Uncle Buck starring Megan Fox
FILM IDEA: PIMP
MY BRIDE: unbeknownst to his future wife a man hires her out to a pimp to pay
for a dream honeymoon
FILM IDEA: THE
HIPPY PROSTITUTE: A hippies notions of free love are confused when moves to the
city and realises the rent prices on a bedsit
FILM IDEA: THE
TERMINATOR VS THE HOBBIT: A Robot goes back in time to fight Bilbo Baggins and
win an engagement ring for Sarah Conner
FILM IDEA:
Chicken Nugget City. . . That's it so far
FILM IDEA:
biopic of Michael McIntyre starring Sean penn
FILM IDEA:
PRIVATE DETECTIVE HORSE: A Horse finds it difficult to keep himself discreet
working undercover in Chicago.
FILM IDEA: WHAT
THE F**K: In the future a man travels back in time to day of his birth punches
out the doctor delivering and steals himself
FILM IDEA:
BRINGING SEXY BACK: A bounty hunter is hired to find an inappropriately named
child who goes missing on a school skiing trip
FILM IDEA: The
Coked Director: A director with a coke problem demands everyone say everything
faster at all times.
FILM IDEA: A
Detective trying to find himself, hires himself, to find out about himself
FILM IDEA: a
war veteran returns home and opens a laser quest
FILM IDEA: a
couple of actors who have been playing a happily married couple in a soap 4
over 20 years hire the same guy to kill each other
FILM IDEA: POT
POURRI A struggling single mother of three starts to sell Pot Pourri on the
downlow to make ends meet. (think Breaking Bad)
FILM IDEA: A
CALYPSO NOW!: A young brat is taught the world does not revolve around him when
on a boarding school trip to Gaza.
FILM IDEA:
I-I-I Lo-Lo-Love Y-Y-You: two people with extreme stutters fall in love in what
critics are calling a frustrating romance
FILM IDEA:
movie adaptation of A Very Hungry Caterpillar starring Jack Black
FILM IDEA: A
film about Charlie Kaufman coming up with the idea for Being John Malkovich
with Charlie Kaufman playing the Jonhn Cusack role
FILM IDEA: A
man quits his job in middle management to count every tree in the world, on
travels he meets a hot lady who works at a paper
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FILM IDEA: THE
TIME DIFFERENCE: A couple try make best of a long distance relationship, but
struggle with THE TIME DIFFERENCE
FILM IDEA: A
married man has an affair with a married man (that's right it's 3.30am I don't stop)
FILM IDEA: THE
40 YEAR OLD INTERN VIRGIN: Similar to the 40 Year old virgin but this guy is
also an intern
FILM IDEA: THE
DISHWASHER: A dishwasher in a small restaurant decides to reap revenge when he
is replaced with an actual dishwasher
FILM IDEA: DOGS
IMITATING LOVE : the guide dog of a revered blind art critic falls in love with
a hapless new gallerist
FILM IDEA: A
man forgets his girlfriends birthday and buys her a lottery ticket as a last
ditch present. She wins £50,000 and dumps him
FILM IDEA: OWL
MAN: A man realises he has the super power of staying up all through the night
and revolving his head 360 Degrees
FILM IDEA: THE
TROUBLES WITH BEING YO MAMMA: a man called yo mamma gets a hard time whenever
he's asked what his name is. (Flimsy premise)
FILM IDEA:
WOMAN ON THE VERGE OF A NERVOUS BREAKDANCE: a single mother takes up an adults
breakdancing Course. Life lessons are learnt
FILM IDEA:
MIXED BAG: A schizophrenic lives a dangerous life when it becomes apparant one
of his personalities is allergic to nuts.
FILM IDEA: TOUR
DAD: a mid life crisis man decides to tour manage a band for a road trip and
relearn how to party. Everybody learns a lesson
FILM IDEA:
whilst on holiday superman and Lex Luther have a luggage mix up at the airport
meaning they have to wear each others clothes...
FILM IDEA:
THREE TIMES A LADY; a man falls in love with a lesbian and so has a sex change
in an attempt to win her over.
FILM IDEA:
Historical screwball comedy about the first man to ever get drunk
FILM IDEA: a
man wakes to find his penis has been replaced with another mans. Think face off
but with peniseses
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