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Monday, May 13, 2013

Take One!



I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a script for my novel, Net Switch. Since I am working on several projects, this ‘idea’ is on the back burner for the time being. Even so, I’ve seen samples of scripts and movie quotes to get a sense of how a script is laid out. I have no idea how to write a script, nor do I have the software, but I can’t help being intrigued by the formatting and writing. 

Then I ask myself, “What will you do with the script when you’re done?” The answer is, “I have no idea”. Trying to publish a book the traditional route is difficult, but trying to get it made into a movie is close to impossible unless you have connections.  So, do I write to quench my desire to write the script, or is it a waste of time?

Here are two separate scenes from one of my favorite 80’s movies, The Sure Thing.

Professor Taub: [commenting on students' papers] Miss Bradbury. You, on the other hand, you express your ideas very clearly. Except that, your paper is dry, Alison. There's not enough of *you* coming through. Loosen up, Alison. Have some fun! Yes, sleep when you feel like it, not when you think you should. Eat food that is bad for you - at least once in a while. Have conversations with people whose clothes are not color coordinated.

[class laughs]

Professor Taub: Make love in a hammock!

[class hoots, hollers, and high-fives]

Professor Taub: Life is the ultimate experience, and you have to live it to write about it.

[Alison raises her hand]

Professor Taub: Yes, Alison?

Alison Bradbury: What did you say after "hammock?"


Gib: [talks to Alison while she swims] I flunk English, I'm outta here. Kiss college goodbye. I don't know what I'll do. Dad will be pissed off. Mom will be heartbroken. If I play my cards right, I get maybe a six-month grace period and then I gotta get a job, and you know what that means.

[Alison ignores him]

Gib: That's right, they start me at the drive-up window and I gradually work my way up from shakes to burgers, and then one day my lucky break comes: the french fry guy dies and they offer me the job! But the day I'm supposed to start, some men come by in a black Lincoln Continental and tell me I can make a quick 300 just for driving a van back from Mexico! When I get out of jail I'm 36 years old. Living in a flop house. No job. No home. No upward mobility. Very few teeth. And then one day they find me, face down, talking to the gutter, clutching a bottle of paint thinner. And *why*? Because *you* wouldn't help me in English, no! You were too busy to help me! Too busy to help a drowning man!

[he falls into the pool]

This movie is full of humor and the writing is pretty good compared to some other 80’s movies. I’m not a descriptive writer, so I thought I might do all right with a script.

Is there a genre you’ve been interested in attempting? What are your favorite movie scenes?

Scripts and Chances,
Bea