Blog - A movie script Scenes 1-3
For those who didn't check out the previous entry, this is not real, I repeat, NOT REAL. Just having a bit of fun. :-)
Blog - A movie script - Opening scene
Blog
A Blog Script by Bloggers
FADE IN:
Angry Chimp Productions
1. Ext. Space – Looking down on the Earth, spinning slowly in an airless void.
(Silence)
ALICE
In the beginning, there was a word,
And then there were more words, and before long coherent sentences were formed with people asking; ‘What time is it?’ ‘Why did you hit me?’ ‘Does that come with Cheese?’ ‘Sorry I missed that, what did you say?’
And for a time that was great, but soon some folk wanted what they had been saying to be remembered, even after they were dead, so they wrote the things they said down, and some things they had just been thinking about.
And for a time that was great, but soon some folk got pissed off with no one paying them any attention so they had what they wrote published and got other folk to buy their words and thoughts.
Making some people rich, mostly the publishers.
And for a time that was great.
(The Earth starts to spin more quickly)
But then the Internet was born.
(Hundreds of shining lines form around the Earth, interconnecting, expanding and straddling from one side of the Planet to another.)
And everyone could write down their thoughts and have them instantly read by hundreds of strangers from all corners of the planet.
And no one had to pay any publishers a thing. Which made everyone very happy.
Everyone but the publishers, who moaned about this new revolution in publishing on their own little Internet diaries, or web logs, as they became known.
(Now strings of words can be seen forming along the lines that criss-cross the Earth, and as the words form so do the voices, speaking along with words. Not many at first, but as they touch an overlapping line they spawn new strings of words and voices with them – young voices, old voices, men, women, children. Voices and languages from every corner of the planet getting louder as more and more voices are added. Each overlapping the other)
VOICE 1
July 3rd. Woke this morning with a slight headache, must have been all the tequila slammers I had last night…
VOICE 2
Tuesday 27th March. She hit me again last night. I swore I’d leave if it happened again but I feel this terrible compulsion to stay with her, it’s like a sickness…
VOICE 3
Monday. The bombing continued until the late hours. East Comer was hit, I fear for all those souls that huddle together there each night for shelter…
VOICE 4
Friday 6th June. Why do all the old buggers decided to go for a drive during rush hour? I know for them it’s like midday, but for goodness sake, they should be banned…
VOICE 5
September 27th. Tuesday morning. I write this with a great weight on my heart. Alas dear readers Amy finally told me why she has been so off with me...
VOICE 6
Thursday. I hate my job. I cannot stand it any longer; I am taking a gun into work with me tomorrow…
VOICE 7
14th April 2006. Whom does the PM think he’s kidding? It was only sixth months ago that he stated precise the opposite and now he’s trying to sell this nonsense as a frame work for a positive step forward…
VOICE 8
Day 8. Buggaboo are the best new indie group around. I saw them down at the Garage and Crow and they totally tore through their set hyperactive energy…
VOICE 9
Saturday 30th Feb. The scars from the operation are now fading, but I still cannot face let him touch me there. Is that weird? I just feel that part of me is missing…
(over the disembodied voices the main title card appears)
MAIN TITLE CARD:
Blog
(The voices are so many now no single voice is distinguishable. Gradually one voice becomes clearer as all other voices fade away. This is the voice of Alice, a woman in her early Forties, divorced with two teenage children. She has the accent of a woman from the Midlands, Northampton to be precise).
ALICE
So, I celebrate my 365th entry today. One-year blogging and what have I achieved? Finally got the official nod that me and Darren are no longer a functioning family unit. Could have told them that years ago. Lizzie is no longer my sweet little girl, but a petulant foul mouthed little madam, although her schoolwork is good. As for Dan, the less said about him the better.
One year on and what have I achieved?
(We pull away from the Earth with incredibly speed, the darkness of space being taken up by huge letters, quickly forming the desk top of a generic blogging tool. The Earth is now in the top right hand corner, spinning round to inform the user they are on line. We can see all that Alice has just said as typed prose. The arrow hovers over the publish icon.
And then more words are added, Alice reading as she types).
In fact, why did I start this blog lark in the first place?
(The arrow hovers back to the publish icon and becomes a little hand which punches down on the icon sending Alice's thoughts out for the World to read).
2.
NEXT: Tina's turn.
(There are no rules here, the story can go in any direction you like - have fun).
Blog Movie, Scene 2: James and the cold gun
ALICE
So, I celebrate my 365th entry today. One-year blogging and what have I achieved? Finally got the official nod that me and Darren are no longer a functioning family unit. Could have told them that years ago. Lizzie is no longer my sweet little girl, but a petulant foul mouthed little madam, although her schoolwork is good. As for Dan, the less said about him the better.
One year on and what have I achieved?
(We pull away from the Earth with incredibly speed, the darkness of space being taken up by huge letters, quickly forming the desk top of a generic blogging tool. The Earth is now in the top right hand corner, spinning round to inform the user they are on line. We can see all that Alice has just said as typed prose. The arrow hovers over the publish icon.
And then more words are added, Alice reading as she types).
In fact, why did I start this blog lark in the first place?
(The arrow hovers back to the publish icon and becomes a little hand which punches down on the icon sending Alice's thoughts out for the World to read).
2. James and cold gun
It is early-morning across the Atlantic and the camera pans across a city scape of tower blocks as the sun rises behind them. The lights flicker on in one window of an office block and the camera zooms in to show James putting his takeaway coffee onto his desk and then hand his coat and bag on the stand in the corner of the room. He turns on his computer, logs on. While his e-mails load, he starts his internet browser... the cursor flashes in the Google search bar, "Inbox" mimics this in glorious orange from the task bar.
"Fuck that. Just more crap that can wait for later". James concentrates on the web and navigates to his Yahoo mail account and checks his feeds for updates.
Sixteen new comments from Blogger this or that at [Cold gun]. He opens them in sequence:
Hey James, are you winding us up with this stuff or what? If any of this is true, you're a sick asshole... but I like you. I wish I had the guts to to that to my fucktard neighbors.
Yeah, I agree, shitheads.
...
...
Hey, great blog, I'm definitely going to bookmark you! You raise some really interesting points and you might want to come and read my blog on Dog hair extensions. It pretty much covers dog hair extensions and related stuff.
"Fucking spam cunts", he sighs and checks out the new post from Alice in England.
We see the reflection of James's PC in his spectacles, the pages scroll as he reads and talks to himself:
"Heh, heh, good old Alice. Yeah, come on Alice what have you achieved? Same old crap every day for a year; tell us what's really going on. You haven't achieved anything because you really don't want to. You're happy to whine on about your crap life, but you're never going to do anything to change it. You wanna change it? Perhaps James can help you".
The system clock shows 7.28. James moves the pointer to "E-mail me". Right click, "copy link location", paste into a new Yahoo message window. James starts to type.
Dear Alice,
I read your blog most days and I am fascinated by your everyday life. I just thought it would be nice to e-mail you rather than leave a lengthy comment on your blog. I hope you don't mind.
I had been in my last relationship for a number of years before realizing in a moment of clarity that it was all over and I wanted out, so I fully sympathize with how you're feeling right now. It is very difficult to take that big step and move out, but you'll be grateful when you do. Find strength in God and use the help of your friends and you'll be OK.
If you'd like to get in touch, please do, but I'll understand if you think it's weird and don't want to.
Take care,
J
The cursor moves to the Send button. Click.
7.39 He types into the address bar of the browser http://coldgun.blogspot.com*, the page changes to one displaying a page entitled "You got a friend" above a photo of a burning house: fire appliances and ambulances are in attendance, a crowd of onlookers huddle together.
"Heh, heh. Dumb fuckers never do believe me".
(fade to black)
Blog – a movie script
Scene Three: Marissa knows James…
(The camera pans over to a typical starter neighborhood in a southern metropolis and settles on a house with a nice yard lamp and a single car in the driveway.)
Marissa wakes up the same way every morning to her child telling her “Good morning, mama!”. She gets up to make her French Vanilla Cappuccino mix that she gets from Sam’s Wholesale Club.
Marissa: “Mmmmm, this stuff is so good.” (taking a careful sip from her Carnival Cruise mug)
As is usual for Marissa, she turns on her computer and heads straight for her blog, prettykitty.blogspot.com. She remembers that people used to just head over to the bulletin boards to talk to people on the net; that was over twenty years ago.
Marissa: “I’ve met some really nice people over the years…. And some really weird people…”
She loads up her blog and scrolls down her blogroll.
Marissa: “Who do I want to start out with today? Ummmm, let ‘s go see how Alice is doing. “
Marissa clicks on Alice’s blog and reads that Alice is have some family issues.
It’s a shame, she thinks. Marissa says a little prayer for Alice and her family and sends her this comment:
Alice, I’m so sorry to hear that things are getting worse. I hope that you and your husband will be able to work things out. If you don’t mind, I’d like to add you to my personal prayer list. Blessings…Pretty Kitty.
Marissa sees that James didn’t comment this time. He usually comments on Alice’s blog, that’s strange. “I hope he’s not contacting her, he’s a real piece of work, that one.”
Marissa thought about the message board days. Back then she was naïve enough use her initials as her handle thinking that no one would be able to figure out who she was and find her. Boy was she wrong.
She first met James about eighteen years ago on the message board for singles. She thought that he was smart and interesting; they seemed to have alot in common. She got comfortable with him, and really all of the people on the boards, but James in particular, sharing perhaps a little more than she should.
They had even met and went on a few dates, always meeting at the venue in seperate cars, very public and not going anywhere else. She thought that she was being smart about it. He said all the right things and made her feel special. She was special all right, his special target.
When she decided that she didn’t want to see him again, he got angry, angrier than what was called for. He was verbally abusive and he made threats to her safety, she was really scared. He soon found out where she lived and was “camping out” in front of her house. He would not leave her alone, not even after she filed a restraining order against him. He’d show up at her work and just “hang” out by the building or in the parking garage and leer at her or follow her to her car, always staying just 150 feet away, just as the restraining order stated that he had to. He’d go to the same church she went to and sit in the back and listen to her sing in the choir. He was everywhere Marissa was. She finally had to move to a different city where she started her life anew.
When she first started reading Alice’s blog and saw a commenter with the same handle as James’, she didn’t think anything about it. “Surely, he wouldn’t be using the same name after all these years…” You would have thought that someone that psycho would have changed his on-line name. I guess he’s not as smart as he thinks he is...
Marissa: “I really hope that this isn’t the same guy. Maybe I should warn Alice, she’s really vulnerable right now, a perfect target for James.”
(fade to black)
I choose Browen to continue the saga.
Blog - A movie script - Opening scene
Blog
A Blog Script by Bloggers
FADE IN:
Angry Chimp Productions
1. Ext. Space – Looking down on the Earth, spinning slowly in an airless void.
(Silence)
ALICE
In the beginning, there was a word,
And then there were more words, and before long coherent sentences were formed with people asking; ‘What time is it?’ ‘Why did you hit me?’ ‘Does that come with Cheese?’ ‘Sorry I missed that, what did you say?’
And for a time that was great, but soon some folk wanted what they had been saying to be remembered, even after they were dead, so they wrote the things they said down, and some things they had just been thinking about.
And for a time that was great, but soon some folk got pissed off with no one paying them any attention so they had what they wrote published and got other folk to buy their words and thoughts.
Making some people rich, mostly the publishers.
And for a time that was great.
(The Earth starts to spin more quickly)
But then the Internet was born.
(Hundreds of shining lines form around the Earth, interconnecting, expanding and straddling from one side of the Planet to another.)
And everyone could write down their thoughts and have them instantly read by hundreds of strangers from all corners of the planet.
And no one had to pay any publishers a thing. Which made everyone very happy.
Everyone but the publishers, who moaned about this new revolution in publishing on their own little Internet diaries, or web logs, as they became known.
(Now strings of words can be seen forming along the lines that criss-cross the Earth, and as the words form so do the voices, speaking along with words. Not many at first, but as they touch an overlapping line they spawn new strings of words and voices with them – young voices, old voices, men, women, children. Voices and languages from every corner of the planet getting louder as more and more voices are added. Each overlapping the other)
VOICE 1
July 3rd. Woke this morning with a slight headache, must have been all the tequila slammers I had last night…
VOICE 2
Tuesday 27th March. She hit me again last night. I swore I’d leave if it happened again but I feel this terrible compulsion to stay with her, it’s like a sickness…
VOICE 3
Monday. The bombing continued until the late hours. East Comer was hit, I fear for all those souls that huddle together there each night for shelter…
VOICE 4
Friday 6th June. Why do all the old buggers decided to go for a drive during rush hour? I know for them it’s like midday, but for goodness sake, they should be banned…
VOICE 5
September 27th. Tuesday morning. I write this with a great weight on my heart. Alas dear readers Amy finally told me why she has been so off with me...
VOICE 6
Thursday. I hate my job. I cannot stand it any longer; I am taking a gun into work with me tomorrow…
VOICE 7
14th April 2006. Whom does the PM think he’s kidding? It was only sixth months ago that he stated precise the opposite and now he’s trying to sell this nonsense as a frame work for a positive step forward…
VOICE 8
Day 8. Buggaboo are the best new indie group around. I saw them down at the Garage and Crow and they totally tore through their set hyperactive energy…
VOICE 9
Saturday 30th Feb. The scars from the operation are now fading, but I still cannot face let him touch me there. Is that weird? I just feel that part of me is missing…
(over the disembodied voices the main title card appears)
MAIN TITLE CARD:
Blog
(The voices are so many now no single voice is distinguishable. Gradually one voice becomes clearer as all other voices fade away. This is the voice of Alice, a woman in her early Forties, divorced with two teenage children. She has the accent of a woman from the Midlands, Northampton to be precise).
ALICE
So, I celebrate my 365th entry today. One-year blogging and what have I achieved? Finally got the official nod that me and Darren are no longer a functioning family unit. Could have told them that years ago. Lizzie is no longer my sweet little girl, but a petulant foul mouthed little madam, although her schoolwork is good. As for Dan, the less said about him the better.
One year on and what have I achieved?
(We pull away from the Earth with incredibly speed, the darkness of space being taken up by huge letters, quickly forming the desk top of a generic blogging tool. The Earth is now in the top right hand corner, spinning round to inform the user they are on line. We can see all that Alice has just said as typed prose. The arrow hovers over the publish icon.
And then more words are added, Alice reading as she types).
In fact, why did I start this blog lark in the first place?
(The arrow hovers back to the publish icon and becomes a little hand which punches down on the icon sending Alice's thoughts out for the World to read).
2.
NEXT: Tina's turn.
(There are no rules here, the story can go in any direction you like - have fun).
Blog Movie, Scene 2: James and the cold gun
ALICE
So, I celebrate my 365th entry today. One-year blogging and what have I achieved? Finally got the official nod that me and Darren are no longer a functioning family unit. Could have told them that years ago. Lizzie is no longer my sweet little girl, but a petulant foul mouthed little madam, although her schoolwork is good. As for Dan, the less said about him the better.
One year on and what have I achieved?
(We pull away from the Earth with incredibly speed, the darkness of space being taken up by huge letters, quickly forming the desk top of a generic blogging tool. The Earth is now in the top right hand corner, spinning round to inform the user they are on line. We can see all that Alice has just said as typed prose. The arrow hovers over the publish icon.
And then more words are added, Alice reading as she types).
In fact, why did I start this blog lark in the first place?
(The arrow hovers back to the publish icon and becomes a little hand which punches down on the icon sending Alice's thoughts out for the World to read).
2. James and cold gun
It is early-morning across the Atlantic and the camera pans across a city scape of tower blocks as the sun rises behind them. The lights flicker on in one window of an office block and the camera zooms in to show James putting his takeaway coffee onto his desk and then hand his coat and bag on the stand in the corner of the room. He turns on his computer, logs on. While his e-mails load, he starts his internet browser... the cursor flashes in the Google search bar, "Inbox" mimics this in glorious orange from the task bar.
"Fuck that. Just more crap that can wait for later". James concentrates on the web and navigates to his Yahoo mail account and checks his feeds for updates.
Sixteen new comments from Blogger this or that at [Cold gun]. He opens them in sequence:
Hey James, are you winding us up with this stuff or what? If any of this is true, you're a sick asshole... but I like you. I wish I had the guts to to that to my fucktard neighbors.
Yeah, I agree, shitheads.
...
...
Hey, great blog, I'm definitely going to bookmark you! You raise some really interesting points and you might want to come and read my blog on Dog hair extensions. It pretty much covers dog hair extensions and related stuff.
"Fucking spam cunts", he sighs and checks out the new post from Alice in England.
We see the reflection of James's PC in his spectacles, the pages scroll as he reads and talks to himself:
"Heh, heh, good old Alice. Yeah, come on Alice what have you achieved? Same old crap every day for a year; tell us what's really going on. You haven't achieved anything because you really don't want to. You're happy to whine on about your crap life, but you're never going to do anything to change it. You wanna change it? Perhaps James can help you".
The system clock shows 7.28. James moves the pointer to "E-mail me". Right click, "copy link location", paste into a new Yahoo message window. James starts to type.
Dear Alice,
I read your blog most days and I am fascinated by your everyday life. I just thought it would be nice to e-mail you rather than leave a lengthy comment on your blog. I hope you don't mind.
I had been in my last relationship for a number of years before realizing in a moment of clarity that it was all over and I wanted out, so I fully sympathize with how you're feeling right now. It is very difficult to take that big step and move out, but you'll be grateful when you do. Find strength in God and use the help of your friends and you'll be OK.
If you'd like to get in touch, please do, but I'll understand if you think it's weird and don't want to.
Take care,
J
The cursor moves to the Send button. Click.
7.39 He types into the address bar of the browser http://coldgun.blogspot.com*, the page changes to one displaying a page entitled "You got a friend" above a photo of a burning house: fire appliances and ambulances are in attendance, a crowd of onlookers huddle together.
"Heh, heh. Dumb fuckers never do believe me".
(fade to black)
Blog – a movie script
Scene Three: Marissa knows James…
(The camera pans over to a typical starter neighborhood in a southern metropolis and settles on a house with a nice yard lamp and a single car in the driveway.)
Marissa wakes up the same way every morning to her child telling her “Good morning, mama!”. She gets up to make her French Vanilla Cappuccino mix that she gets from Sam’s Wholesale Club.
Marissa: “Mmmmm, this stuff is so good.” (taking a careful sip from her Carnival Cruise mug)
As is usual for Marissa, she turns on her computer and heads straight for her blog, prettykitty.blogspot.com. She remembers that people used to just head over to the bulletin boards to talk to people on the net; that was over twenty years ago.
Marissa: “I’ve met some really nice people over the years…. And some really weird people…”
She loads up her blog and scrolls down her blogroll.
Marissa: “Who do I want to start out with today? Ummmm, let ‘s go see how Alice is doing. “
Marissa clicks on Alice’s blog and reads that Alice is have some family issues.
It’s a shame, she thinks. Marissa says a little prayer for Alice and her family and sends her this comment:
Alice, I’m so sorry to hear that things are getting worse. I hope that you and your husband will be able to work things out. If you don’t mind, I’d like to add you to my personal prayer list. Blessings…Pretty Kitty.
Marissa sees that James didn’t comment this time. He usually comments on Alice’s blog, that’s strange. “I hope he’s not contacting her, he’s a real piece of work, that one.”
Marissa thought about the message board days. Back then she was naïve enough use her initials as her handle thinking that no one would be able to figure out who she was and find her. Boy was she wrong.
She first met James about eighteen years ago on the message board for singles. She thought that he was smart and interesting; they seemed to have alot in common. She got comfortable with him, and really all of the people on the boards, but James in particular, sharing perhaps a little more than she should.
They had even met and went on a few dates, always meeting at the venue in seperate cars, very public and not going anywhere else. She thought that she was being smart about it. He said all the right things and made her feel special. She was special all right, his special target.
When she decided that she didn’t want to see him again, he got angry, angrier than what was called for. He was verbally abusive and he made threats to her safety, she was really scared. He soon found out where she lived and was “camping out” in front of her house. He would not leave her alone, not even after she filed a restraining order against him. He’d show up at her work and just “hang” out by the building or in the parking garage and leer at her or follow her to her car, always staying just 150 feet away, just as the restraining order stated that he had to. He’d go to the same church she went to and sit in the back and listen to her sing in the choir. He was everywhere Marissa was. She finally had to move to a different city where she started her life anew.
When she first started reading Alice’s blog and saw a commenter with the same handle as James’, she didn’t think anything about it. “Surely, he wouldn’t be using the same name after all these years…” You would have thought that someone that psycho would have changed his on-line name. I guess he’s not as smart as he thinks he is...
Marissa: “I really hope that this isn’t the same guy. Maybe I should warn Alice, she’s really vulnerable right now, a perfect target for James.”
(fade to black)
I choose Browen to continue the saga.
posted by M at 9:50 AM
7 Comments:
Oh blimey, that James is a one, ain't he?
Isn't he? I predict that Alice and Marissa will kill James, but it's not my call to make.
cool, i'm excited to see where this is all going.
I'm glad that you approve. :-) Really, capital idea!!
Done! And because I'm a pervert, it's quite dark.
Thanks for the tag!
ok, you guys are scaring me now.
(good job M!)
Ha, Ha! That's why I put at the top that this was ficticious. I'm sure that if my church folk read that they'd be all in a tissey.
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