There has to be in him a sense of dire urgency,
that this is everything!
This is the sunset on the beach, the last of the summer, with all things golden rushing away.
She is sad. She knows she is going to lose him. But she won’t change him. He thinks there’s a future but she knows there is not.
This is it, the end of the song,
get your coat, check the night outside, time to go.
Is there anything you want I can give? she asks.
All that we said and did isn’t less because it didn’t last, now all is said and done.
She reaches out and touches his face, with tears glassy in her eyes, she smiles.
In his urgency at first he doesn’t notice, then he sees, but she only smiles - the moment has passed.
They all have.
I feel I’ve nailed the ending for the scifi script.
I’ve typed up all the scenes that I’ve written so far, and that stands at 72 pages.
The end sequences could add 20-30 to that so definitely feature length.
Still not got a title for it, as usual.
The other screenplay, the Durham-set one, I’ve written lots of dialogue for - given this film is basically dialogue driven. It consists of two couples.
A young pair, we see their first chance meeting, as she is going to uni to do art and he is working and settled.
The other couple are 10/15 yrs older, he has just lost his job, regrets settling and working when younger while she is happily settled now. it is their anniversary, he has given her a gift of an album of paintings and sketches she did when she thought she was going to be an artist.
maybe they are the same, they never meet but do pass and their dialogues seem to overlap.
I need to write more dialogue for the older couple.
This has a title, it’s called “The Present”.
It’s amazing how even just looking at photographs of Terrence Malick’s films being shot, I am transported to another world that only things like Three Colours Red and Before Sunrise/Sunset move me to.
I shan’t comment on the trailer released for Django Unchained.
For the simple reason that I have, from his first inch of celluloid,
loathed Quinten Twatantino,
with a passion most people could only dream of.
loath, hate, detest, they’re all too small a word.
script writing script writing script writing.
oh and typing in.
well my pleasure!
you know, i’m confused. i’m not sure how we “met” haha. i like your photos and art though :)