ok kiddies, i have an interactive project for us today.
i have to write a scene from a film noir script for my film class, and i am going to enlist all of your help in doing so. mind you this is just for fun and i won’t actually USE it or anything to turn in for my assignment. ahem. cause i’m not a thief or anything.
so this is the required scene set up according to my dumbass teacher (which, mind you, needs a voiceover AND a flashback at some point.):
Scene: Our protagonist, a hardboiled detective down on his luck, is drinking in a bar. A fight between 2 gangstas breaks out in the back. A woman, our femme fatale, tries to break up the fight, but is pushed roughly out of the way by one of them. Our protagonist tries to help her, but the other gangsta throws him hard to the ground. At the sound of police sirens, the gangstas rush from the bar. Our femme fatale helps the detective to his feet and offers to buy him a drink. He reluctantly agrees.
HOWEVER, we do not need to follow this scripted scene AT ALL. feel free to diverge. go wacky. it doesn’t matter.
umm…so i guess i’ll begin then.
film opens on a cloud of smoke, and credits appearing out of the smoke. occasionally glimpses of a woman’s face can be seen, but never too much all at once. sometimes the eyes, or the lips, or a profile in shadows. (we need a good title now…maybe we could decide on it later though.) when the credits end the voiceover begins. i don’t know what the fuck it says though. anyway, the camera zooms in thru the smoke to come out the other side, and the woman blows out her next puff to the side and we see her face in the light fully for the first time. she is gorgeous (obviously) with full pouting red lips, flawless skin, and long shiny hair artfully arranged in that careless windblown look. she is wearing a tight black sheath with a plunging neckline and stiletto heels, which looks very uncomfortable, but she pulls it off effortlessly. the camera pans back a little to reveal that she is ensconced at a bar in a slightly dingy jazz club. light jazz music has been playing all this time, and as the camera angles back a little more to showcase more of the bar dregs, the music picks up a little and sultry female vocals join the band to produce an aurally mesmerizing sound of vocals soaring around and entwining with the instruments that creates a blend of sensual atmosphere to make even the hearing impaired weep. the woman gives a half smile that is so unconsciously sexy that it hurts. and in the background 2 gangstas walk into the bar, see the woman and with with leering faces begin to walk towards her with purposeful strides….
why do both gangstas walk towards her together, if later they’re gonna fight?
maybe she tells one of them something about the other one and they get into it.
maybe they work for her old boyfriend. she’s reformed but boyfriend isn’t. they come to collect her, she says she ain’t going, they try and take her, she lets it slip that one of them finked to the cops some years back, the non-fink is outraged and throws a punch. she is distressed because even though she’s reformed, she’s known these guys forever, so she tries to make them stop. they toss her down. the moody guy in the corner tries to help, yada yada.
wow. you are kind of unenthusiastic. pep and vinegar, woman! come on!
hmm ok….
the two gangstas walk towards her and they are having a conversation:
G1: G-money!
(sorry i couldn’t stop that.)
G2: yo, my brotthhher. we’re gonna fuck some shit up in this house, Tonight. All right.
G1: yeah! yeah! (beatboxing noises commence)
G2: in the house tonight
in the house tonight
we’re gonna fuck some ass tonight
(short pause)
G1: what? not my ass!
G2: yeah yeah whatever. (slaps G1’s ass. who takes it. and likes. beatboxing recommences)
you getting all up in my face?
i’ll put you in your place
on the floor! down low!
laid out like a corpse on snow!
no putrefaction!
i need to get some action!
in the house!
in the house!
in the house tonight!
G1: right on, brother. right the fuck on.
G2 does not acknowledge the praise however because he is too busy checking out some fine sailor ass. G1 of course takes offense at this and they start a brawl. the woman….
wow. you people suck. i am sooooo disappointed in you.
hmm…why is it that my last two posts both start with “wow.” that is just plain dumb. little giovanni in me.
Damn. I missed this whole assistance-needing bit. I really would have liked to help. Grrrrr….I don’t suppose you still need a scene, do you?
Looking for a woman that like to have sex
and not make a big dial out of it.
I’am talkin animal instink
eeeeyaaaaghhh!!! that is gross! instink? what the hell? learn to spell. i think i make a bigger ‘dial’ out of sex than stinky animals or oakland ponches.
you could just delete his comment. freaking idiot. 12 billion sites on the web to cater to him and he comes to a comment board about a film noir script.