eddyuk
02-18-2001, 03:56 PM
Okay. Here's how this is gonna go: I'm a newbie and I ask questions. You are all great sources of wisdom. You answer the newbie's questions...or something like that.
(But on a serious note, I'd really appreciate any feedback on these questions as I'm kinda at a loss at the moment...)
Okay, here come the questions (and sorry if this is a rather long post).
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1) I'm currently wondering if the first scene (or first couple of scenes) in my screenplay grabs the reader in. If think it reads quite well and would be interested to see what you all think. (Again, sorry for this long paste from the script, but I'd really like your opinions on this)...
(some background info: the screenplay is along the lines of Trainspotting/American beauty/American History X (basically with a strong driving narrative))
*******
WHITE LETTERS on BLACK; SUPER the WORDS,
"Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect." --Ralph Waldo Emerson
FADE TO BLACK.
                                                CUT TO:
INT. DINER - NIGHT
A mass of MUSIC and CONVERSATION.
Waitresses dance about between tables.
In one corner sits a YOUNG MAN.
Caucasian. 17, maybe older. His expression betrays nothing. Alert, nervous eyes scan the surroundings. His short hair hangs just over his eyes. He's nothing too special.
The YOUNG MAN sits hunched up against the wall. In front of him are the remnants of a meal.
A waitress approaches.
               
                WAITRESS
        Ya done with that there, hon?
The YOUNG MAN glances up.
               
                YOUNG MAN
        Yeah. Yeah sure.
Bending down the waitress picks up the plate and gathers up the cutlery. She glances at the kid between these actions.
               
                WAITRESS
        Are you okay? Ya look kinda...
               
                YOUNG MAN
        Kinda what?
               
                WAITRESS
        Well, kinda scared.
The Young Man pushes himself a little further back into his chair. The waitress puts the plates back down on the table.
               
                WAITRESS
        Hey, you're not on drugs or something,
        are you?
No answer. This infuriates the waitress.
               
                WAITRESS
        Well I'll be damned. Yal one of those
        junkie kids, aren't ya? Well, we don't
        like your sort in here.
The young man gazes on in wonder.
               
                YOUNG MAN
        Look, I'm not--
               
                WAITRESS
        Go on. Get out of here. We don't welcome
        people like you in here. Get your--
               
                YOUNG MAN
        I'm not on--
FREEZE FRAME.
               
                YOUNG MAN (V.O)
        I guess you're wondering who exactly I
        am. Well, my name is Jamie. I'm seventeen
        years old. And this, this is the kind of
        @#%$ that happens to me all the time...
                       
                        CUT TO:
INT. CAR
The young man, whom we now know as JAMIE, lies sprawled out over the back seat of the car. He lifts up a joint to his lips, lights it and takes a long drag.
               
                JAMIE (V.O)
        My life wasn't always like this. I wasn't
        always this pissed off and inscrutable.
        This arrogant.
Jamie takes another drag.
               
                JAMIE (V.O)
        My life wasn't always this hopeless and
        pathetic. No, quite the contrary
        actually. I used to like my life and        
        enjoyed living. I used to hold promise. I
        used to have a future...Let me show you...
=======================
I was going to ask other questions, but I think I'll put them in another seperate post on second thoughts.
Anyway, I'd like to know what you think, and be honest (but not too honest as I'm 17 and this is my first screenplay I've ever written :) )
Thanks in advance.
(But on a serious note, I'd really appreciate any feedback on these questions as I'm kinda at a loss at the moment...)
Okay, here come the questions (and sorry if this is a rather long post).
==============
1) I'm currently wondering if the first scene (or first couple of scenes) in my screenplay grabs the reader in. If think it reads quite well and would be interested to see what you all think. (Again, sorry for this long paste from the script, but I'd really like your opinions on this)...
(some background info: the screenplay is along the lines of Trainspotting/American beauty/American History X (basically with a strong driving narrative))
*******
WHITE LETTERS on BLACK; SUPER the WORDS,
"Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect." --Ralph Waldo Emerson
FADE TO BLACK.
                                                CUT TO:
INT. DINER - NIGHT
A mass of MUSIC and CONVERSATION.
Waitresses dance about between tables.
In one corner sits a YOUNG MAN.
Caucasian. 17, maybe older. His expression betrays nothing. Alert, nervous eyes scan the surroundings. His short hair hangs just over his eyes. He's nothing too special.
The YOUNG MAN sits hunched up against the wall. In front of him are the remnants of a meal.
A waitress approaches.
               
                WAITRESS
        Ya done with that there, hon?
The YOUNG MAN glances up.
               
                YOUNG MAN
        Yeah. Yeah sure.
Bending down the waitress picks up the plate and gathers up the cutlery. She glances at the kid between these actions.
               
                WAITRESS
        Are you okay? Ya look kinda...
               
                YOUNG MAN
        Kinda what?
               
                WAITRESS
        Well, kinda scared.
The Young Man pushes himself a little further back into his chair. The waitress puts the plates back down on the table.
               
                WAITRESS
        Hey, you're not on drugs or something,
        are you?
No answer. This infuriates the waitress.
               
                WAITRESS
        Well I'll be damned. Yal one of those
        junkie kids, aren't ya? Well, we don't
        like your sort in here.
The young man gazes on in wonder.
               
                YOUNG MAN
        Look, I'm not--
               
                WAITRESS
        Go on. Get out of here. We don't welcome
        people like you in here. Get your--
               
                YOUNG MAN
        I'm not on--
FREEZE FRAME.
               
                YOUNG MAN (V.O)
        I guess you're wondering who exactly I
        am. Well, my name is Jamie. I'm seventeen
        years old. And this, this is the kind of
        @#%$ that happens to me all the time...
                       
                        CUT TO:
INT. CAR
The young man, whom we now know as JAMIE, lies sprawled out over the back seat of the car. He lifts up a joint to his lips, lights it and takes a long drag.
               
                JAMIE (V.O)
        My life wasn't always like this. I wasn't
        always this pissed off and inscrutable.
        This arrogant.
Jamie takes another drag.
               
                JAMIE (V.O)
        My life wasn't always this hopeless and
        pathetic. No, quite the contrary
        actually. I used to like my life and        
        enjoyed living. I used to hold promise. I
        used to have a future...Let me show you...
=======================
I was going to ask other questions, but I think I'll put them in another seperate post on second thoughts.
Anyway, I'd like to know what you think, and be honest (but not too honest as I'm 17 and this is my first screenplay I've ever written :) )
Thanks in advance.