12:19 p.m. - 2003-05-15
this is a science fiction movie idea
Its more of not story kind, i was
thinking along the idea of a science fiction film, but without the aliens, mad
scientists and viruses and time-travellling... more like a science fiction film
set in the present age... dealing with themes of death, the body as a rebellion
against the soul of the person... yea, the soundtrack would be pulsing techno
beats, and the visuals would be some footage we shoot, some found-footage, some
pics, some acted scenes. im still bouncing it around... it's mainly a conceptual
piece (like those experimental film stuff) now, but im hoping to steer it to
become a story...
start: (visuals
are silent, but voiced-over by hynoptic voice)
"let me tell you straight, this is a science fiction mov
ie,
but there are no
time machines, no monsters from outerspace,
there are no
androids counting sheep, and no robots turning into trucks, cars, aeroplanes,
motorcycles... twisting back into robots again...
there are no green
aliens, or flying saucers from planet mars.
there are no
creatures in the earth's centre." (montage
of various mathematical diagrams of vortexes, alien movie posters, book covers,
transformer toys transforming in animation, blurry pics of flying saucers...etc)
"this is not about the future, this is not about the past, this is
happening right now." (computer screen
churning numbers, or clocks spinning, or bunch of calender pages on the floor)
"so let me tell you straight, this is still a science fiction movie."
"and what you now see" ( cut to scene
of bubbles in the blue sky, orange sunlight, green fields, small houses)
"is the only happy scene in this movie." (black-out).
(title printed in white comes out):
this is a science
fiction movie.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------(soundtrack
comes in: pulsing techno beats)
(music cuts abruptly.)
(back to monologue
voice-over mode)
(a guy/gal staring at
the mirror)
v/o:
"its 10am now.
i've stared at the mirror 18 times since
i woke up at 6.30
Nothing's changed.
i still hate myself."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------scene
change
(music
or no music, undecided.)
(guy/gal walking on
the street, lost in the crowd)
v/o:
"im 23 yrs old
past the promise of puberty
and i've a feeling im born wrong."
"there's something wrong with
me."
-------------------------------------------------------------scene
change
(darkness, click of lights turn
on.)
(s/he staring at the
mirror, in the bathroom. s/he is smiling, suddenly the smile fades away...)
(jump cut: s/he
screaming in silence.)
v/o:
"i really hate you."
---------------------------------------------------scene
change
(s/he dancing spastically in a
room, bubbles flying around.)
v/o:
"i really think...
im not living...
this is not me...
i feel pain...
but this is so unreal...
becos there is no blood."
(close-up: s/he's face drooling
saliva, total spastic.)
------------------------------scene
change
(found footage of
medical photos... changing to the tune of pulsing beats)
v/o:
"i know."
"the promise of life."
(toothpaste,
beauty ads, macdonald's burgers, a family with small kids on tv, smiling faces
in newspapers, etc)
"tells me
my body is my enemy."
"my body rebels me"
(lungs
blackened, cancer tumours, skin lesions, sores, twisted fingers, etc.)
"my soul is trapped."
(cut to close-up of an
eye)
"it wants to come out."
(close up of eye zooms
out to reveal it is the eye of a doll.)
----------------------------------------------------------scene
change
(music pulses slow down to a
stop)
s/he stumbling, stumbling to a bed.
slowly slowly.
exhausted.
climbs in and sleeps. (bubbles float
in.)
-----------------------------------------to be cont'd.
further ideas:
1. soul and body split
2. overhaul the whole story. it
doesn�t tell what I wanted. that of everyone else living hopefully, but the
self dying away. disappointment.
3. develop a narrative
