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  • #31
    Re: In The Groove

    Originally posted by Fortean View Post
    OzFade, was that five pages, ("No more, no less")? Habronic may be readying to pounce.
    I have the strangest feeling that was directed at me

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    • #32
      Groovy

      Originally posted by Harbinger View Post
      I have the strangest feeling that was directed at me
      You're right! Well, about that feeling, at least, (tho we may argue about what constitutes "five pages"). Eh, Humbug?
      JEKYLL & CANADA (free .mp4 download @ Vimeo.com)

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      • #33
        Re: Groovy

        lol Fortean not even close to five pages...I thought the max was five pages. Why are there so many damn rules when it comes to a writing excersise. Oh well...if my pages are disqualified I'm running the next comp.
        One meets his destiny often in the road he takes to avoid it. - French Proverb

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        • #34
          Re: Randomly Chosen Loglines Writing Challenge!

          6 Assassins practice for a talent show

          FADE IN:

          INT. BASEMENT - NIGHT

          Smoke... Liquor... Cards... ASSASSIN #1 throws the Jack of Hearts onto the table... Five other assassins seated around the table look at the card, then glance to #1 as if to say **** you...

          ASSASSIN 1
          What...

          The others look back at their cards...

          ASSASSIN 2

          We oughta' be thinkin' about tomorrow...

          ASSASSIN 3
          Why's that? It ain't American Idol...

          ASSASSIN 4
          That's a good show...

          ASSASSIN 5
          Great f***'in show...

          ASSASSIN 6
          I don't see why we gotta be a part of this anyhow...

          ASSASSIN 1
          It's my f***'in niece, alright? My sister's a good woman... This is her daughter's dream...

          ASSASSIN 3
          She's in 3rd grade...

          ASSASSIN 1
          So what... It's still a competition...

          ASSASSIN 4
          It's never too early to dream...

          ASSASSIN 5
          Amen to that...

          ASSASSIN 6
          Whad' you wanna be when you were younger, Manny?

          ASSASSIN 4
          Me? An engineer...

          ASSASSIN 3
          Get outta here... You can't even play Bridge let alone build one...

          ASSASSIN 4
          Hey... I told you they were cheating...

          ASSASSIN 1
          Who was cheating?

          ASSASSIN 3
          You believe this guy? I took'em to the home where my mother's at... They play Bridge every Sunday... In 3 hours he lost his shirt... I was gonna bring him to Bingo Tuesday but now I'm too embarrassed...

          ASSASSIN 4
          F*** you...

          ASSASSIN 3
          What, my mother's got a reputation to uphold... They're cutthroat down there...

          ASSASSIN 5
          (laughing wildly)
          Manny the Hammer bested by "Whispering Pines-...

          ASSASSIN 3
          Matter of fact I second guess you bein' in on this. Third grade may be a little much for you to take on-

          ASSASSIN 4
          Alright, alright -

          ASSASSIN 2
          (as the laughter fades)
          I think we should do a joke...

          ASSASSIN 6
          Like what? What kinda joke?

          ASSASSIN 2
          Like an interactive joke... Like, you know... Like the aristocrats...

          ASSASSIN 1
          (taking out his cigar)
          The Aristocrats... What's that?

          The assassins look at one another nonplussed...

          ASSASSIN 5
          You never seen the DVD?

          ASSASSIN 1
          I'm an old man, I ain't got time for DVD's...

          ASSASSIN 5
          You wanna tell it?

          ASSASSIN 3
          Naw, you can tell it...

          ASSASSIN 4
          I'll tell it...

          ASSASSIN 6
          Shut the f*** up, ya engineer...

          ASSASSIN 5
          Alright, alright... There's this family that comes before a talent agent, right... Father says 'Boy, have I got an act for you...' Talent agent says 'What's the act?' Father says 'Well, my family and I come onto the stage... Take off all our clothes... We each take turn f***'in each other... Me and my wife... My daughter sucks my d***... My son does my wife doggy-style till he cu** all over my daughter, who drinks it up and then sh**s all over the stage... At this point they call out the family dog -

          BANG... Assassin #1 shoots Assassin #5 in the head, ending the narrative... The rest look up...

          ASSASSIN 1
          I don't ever wanna hear that kinda filth out of any one of your mouths again, you understand me?

          ASSASSIN 3
          Don't look at me, I wanted to do a skit...

          ASSASSIN 2
          A skit... Like what...

          ASSASSIN 6
          You know, nothin's funnier than those Geico commercials... With the cavemen... That's some creative s***.

          ASSASSIN 4
          I thought they did the lizard...

          ASSASSIN 2
          Gecko...

          ASSASSIN 6
          Nah, it's Geico, you stupid f***...

          ASSASSIN 2
          Well, what's Lacey wanna do?

          ASSASSIN 1
          Sing...

          ASSASSIN 3
          Why does she need us?

          ASSASSIN 1
          Her principle's a bit of a harda**... Real tough guy...

          ASSASSIN 2
          Does he know whose family she's in?

          ASSASSIN 1
          That's just it... Way he sees it Lacey gets no special treatment strictly because of the family...

          ASSASSIN 4
          So we're not performing... You just want us there to ensure a fair and balanced contest...

          ASSASSIN 3
          Listen to Bill O'Reilley over hear... Fair and balanced...

          ASSASSIN 1
          Lacey wants us to be part of the act.

          ASSASSIN 2
          (cashing his cigar)
          I got it. Vinny, go get your axe...

          ASSASSIN 3
          For what?

          ASSASSIN 2
          Just go get it...
          (moving to the body)
          Tony... Pete... Help me here, get his arms...

          MOMENTS LATER

          An axe blots out the light as it rises through the air... Falls with a sickening THUCK...

          INT. STAGE - THE BIG NIGHT

          A record spins... The needle is set... "I FALL TO PIECES meanders through the air...-

          LACEY, in a beautiful dress, lip syncs to the lyrics, pretty as a picture... Behind her the assassins emerge from the darkness, dressed as clowns, holding a garbage bag...

          Assassin #3 reaches into the bag, retrieving the dismembered arm of
          Assassin #5... More body parts are passed around... The clown assassins separate to either end of the stage...

          ASSASSIN 3
          Hey Pete... What am I, a clown? I'm here to amuse you?

          ASSASSIN 4
          Shut up, Vinny... Focus...

          THE PRINCIPAL'S eyes go wide as he realizes...

          Arms, legs, shoes, a tie... The objects go flying across the stage in a magnificent display of juggling prowess...

          THE PRINCIPAL looks to the judges... They're all smiles... He can't believe it... Is he the only one who sees?

          THE ASSASSINS reach their grand finale... As the song ends Lacey takes a bow... The rest of her act follows suit, save for Pete, who holds up Assassin #5's smiling head...

          The audience cheers wildly as the judges rise in ovation...

          END

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          • #35
            Re: Randomly Chosen Loglines Writing Challenge!

            A Knight, a Masseuse, and a Bug-eyed monster give conflicting reports to the police in a forest.

            EXT. ENCHANTED FOREST -DIRT ROAD -NIGHT

            The light of a low-slung moon permeates through the forest canopy.

            A pair of Storm-troopers, JERRY and DON, sit on their speeder-bikes behind a BILLBOARD that reads: GOT PORRIDGE?

            Jerry aims a radar gun at a passing coach drawn by six white horses. The radar SCREEN reads 12MPH.

            JERRY
            You hear about Snow White?

            Don sips his coffee.

            JERRY
            Overdosed. Can you imagine if your daughter grew up to be a drug mule?

            JERRY
            I hear ya'. Hey, any more of those ring dings left?

            On his horse, a BLACK KNIGHT races past the Troopers at breakneck speed.
            The radar SCREEN reads 23MPH.

            JERRY
            We got a live one.

            The speeder-bikes roar into action -- lights flash red and blue.

            INT. ENCHANTED FOREST -SHREK HOUSEHOLD -SIMULTANEOUS

            Modest organic decorum adorns the rough walls of a quant fairty-tale cottage.

            SHREK and GWYNETH PALTROW have one hell of argument:

            Gwyneth grabs her boobs:

            GWYNETH
            Well if you didn't want people looking at these, then maybe you shouldn't have bought them for me pencil-dick.

            SHREK
            That's not what you were saying last night.

            GWYNETH
            That's because I was thinking of someone else.

            SHREK
            Who? Donkey? Was it Donkey?

            GWYNETH
            I f0ck an animal in the back of cab one time and you're jealous forever.

            SHREK
            That was the night we got engaged.

            GWYNETH
            Semantics. It's always f0cking semantics with you. I'm going to the bar. And I'm taking a cab to get there.

            EXT. ENCHANTED FOREST -CONTINUOUS

            Jerry smugly strides up to the Black Knight. Don stays on his bike.

            JERRY
            Sir, can you roll up your visor?

            Still on his horse, the Black Knight, a real Patrick Warburton type, lifts the face-plate of his helmet to reveal an albino-white face.

            JERRY
            You know why I pulled you over?

            BLACK KNIGHT
            Oh I don't know... racial profiling?

            JERRY
            You're white.

            BLACK KNIGHT
            But my armor is black. You saw the black armor and you pulled me over. I read all about it in the issue of People Magazine where they picked me as person of the year.

            JERRY
            They picked everybody.

            BLACK KNIGHT
            They didn't not pick me.

            JERRY
            Where you coming from sir?

            BLACK KNIGHT
            I was at dinner party in some mansion with homeless people -- or maybe they were Hobbits -- I don't know, Jesus was there, it was weird.

            JERRY
            Saw your horse swervin' all over the road. You been drinkin' a little?

            BLACK KNIGHT
            No.
            (beat)
            Been drinkin' a lot.

            JERRY
            Alright sir, can you please step down from your horse?

            BLACK KNIGHT
            No. How bout' you get on the horse?

            Jerry turns on his blaster-gun.

            Don gets off his speeder bike.

            The RADIO cackles:

            POLICE RADIO
            We got a 1082 at the corner of Canterburry and Chaucer -- domestic disturbance.

            DON
            Jerry, gotta' move -- got a D.V. call at your sister's house.

            Jerry sizes up the Black Knight and walks away.

            BLACK KNIGHT
            Must be Nascar night at the red-neck ranch. Which is of course much different than the Nascar Knight -- man that guy is fast.

            Don and Jerry race by on their speeder-bikes.

            INT. SHREK HOUSEHOLD -LATER

            Gwyneth sobs as she sits on the hearth.

            Shrek is spread-eagle against the wall. Jerry pats him down.

            Don fills out a police report.

            The front door swings open and the Black Knight walks in with a dozen roses:

            BLACK KNIGHT
            Hope you got your party-britches on...

            The Black Knight takes in the spectacle.

            BLACK KNIGHT
            This could've gone better.

            SHREK
            See. I told you she was a prostitute.

            BLACK KNIGHT
            I thought she was a masseuse?

            DON
            A masseuse with happy endings?

            BLACK KNIGHT
            We live in an enchanted forest -- of course there are happy endings.

            SHREK
            See.

            GWYNETH
            I'm not a prostitute. I'm an actress.

            DON
            I saw that movie -- Sliding whores -- good stuff.

            JERRY
            Jesus Don -- that's my sister.

            BLACK KNIGHT
            She was everybody's sister in that movie.
            (to Don)
            Too far?

            Jerry holds up a pair of handcuffs.

            INT. JAIL CELL -LATER

            The Black Knight lights a cigarette for Shrek.
            "Take the thing you love, and make it your life"--Californication. [email protected]

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            • #36
              Re: Randomly Chosen Loglines Writing Challenge!

              Okay - I'm in, too. Will have pages by end of day.

              The accountant/end of world log - that sounds good.

              I haven't read any of the other entries to stay as detached as possible.

              Advice from writer, Kelly Sue DeConnick. "Try this: if you can replace your female character with a sexy lamp and the story still basically works, maybe you need another draft.-

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              • #37
                Re: Randomly Chosen Loglines Writing Challenge!

                Cool! Be warned, there is some stiff competition!

                Oz, there's still time to rewrite so that it's five pages!
                "I believe that discrimination exists in Hollywood, but ... its much less of an obstacle then poor writing, poor marketing, poor networking and being a whiny little bitch." -- JKK

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                • #38
                  Re: Randomly Chosen Loglines Writing Challenge!

                  I like your writing style, sc111. I did the same topic...interested in seeing where you go with it.

                  I'll be posted up either late tonight or tomorrow morning. I'm trying to do two, but we'll see....my second one is comedy, but it's not very funny.
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                  • #39
                    Re: Randomly Chosen Loglines Writing Challenge!

                    2 RHYMING ADVERTISING EXECUTIVES COOK DINNER FOR THE HOMELESS

                    INT. OFFICE - DAY

                    RUN and DMC, two stuffed suits with $7 haircuts, sit before a video screen, anxiously awaiting some sign of a signal...

                    RUN
                    You ready?

                    DMC
                    Nah, I'm a little sweaty...

                    RUN
                    Last presentation you gave was pretty heady...

                    DMC
                    Not too heavy?

                    RUN
                    Not your fault they preferred Betty...

                    DMC
                    How could I compete with that set of boobs?

                    RUN
                    I still think she went behind the scenes and offered a lube...
                    A flicker... They adjust, turning their attention to the screen...

                    DMC
                    This is it...

                    RUN
                    Oh sh**...

                    ON SCREEN

                    BETTY, their recent new boss, appears before them... For a few moments their eyes hold on Betty's breasts...

                    BETTY
                    Morning gentlemen...

                    Their faces snap up, their eyes meeting hers...

                    BETTY
                    The board wanted us to meet about projections for the next quarter... As you well know profits have been decreasing steadily over the past few months... We need a new strategy... Something fresh...

                    RUN
                    (on the sly)
                    Why come to us?

                    DMC
                    Yeah, that's nuts...

                    BETTY
                    The board and I have agreed that we need to bolster our image with a positive effort in the community... We've arranged a deal with FOX to produce a reality TV show whereby our divisions will demonstrate how corporations can actually be of benefit to the community...

                    DMC
                    You want us to be on a reality show?

                    RUN
                    (on the sly)
                    House full of ***holes, fa**ots and ho's...

                    BETTY
                    As representatives from Advertising your episode will be shot in the PLayboy Mansion. You'll be serving dinner for 30 of LA's homeless...

                    RUN
                    Now that's more like it, Run, we're in with Playboy bunnies...

                    DMC
                    It's kinda shallow and pointless but I admit that it's money...

                    RUN
                    Not to mention hypocritical but possibly funny...

                    DMC
                    Does it have to be soup? Cause I hate food that's runny...
                    A beat... Run looks over to DMC...

                    RUN
                    Me too...

                    BETTY rolls her eyes...

                    BETTY
                    Fellas, this is a big time opportunity. I know you can handle it. There's just one issue. You can't do the whole rhyming thing.
                    She braces for their response... The execs look confused...

                    RUN
                    What's she talking about DMC?

                    DMC
                    I don't know, you got me...

                    RUN
                    Not exactly sure where you're coming from boss...

                    DMC
                    But we'll do what it takes to avoid a loss...

                    RUN
                    Last thing that we want is for you to be cross...
                    He takes the last sip from his water bottle, then throws the empty container in the trash...

                    DMC
                    Nice toss...

                    BETTY
                    Look, guys... I admit you can be very amusing, but let's not play games here, OK? It's not a crime... Just cut out the rhymes this time.
                    (realizing she rhymed)
                    Damn it...

                    The two execs shrug...

                    INT. PLAYBOY MANSION - NIGHT

                    LA's homeless line up at a buffet table...

                    RYAN SEACREST approaches the first person in line, a man named HAROLD who looks like he just crawled out of the sewer, now holding two former centerfolds in his arms, smiling a toothless grin from ear to ear...

                    RYAN
                    This is just an amazing night, I gotta say. Let's step over here... Tell me sir, what's your name?

                    HAROLD
                    Harold...

                    RYAN
                    And who are these two lovely ladies at your side?

                    HAROLD
                    This one I call Sugar Puss. This one I call Tootsie Roll. Later they'll be taking me to Candy Land.

                    The women shudder as he erupts in laughter...

                    SUGAR PUSS
                    (setting us straight)
                    My name is Catherine...

                    TOOTSIE ROLL
                    And I'm Elizabeth... We'd just like to say that we appreciate the opportunity to give back tonight...

                    SUGAR PUSS
                    As long as it's just tonight...

                    TOOTSIE ROLL
                    Yeah... And from what we understand a janitorial service is coming in to pressure wash everything...

                    AT THE POOL
                    8 homeless men and women, all dressed in bikini thongs, hop into the deep end...

                    SUGAR PUSS
                    And the pool man comes tomorrow...

                    IN THE POOL
                    The homeless start swimming in synchronicity...

                    AT THE BUFFET TABLE

                    Run and DMC enter from the kitchen, dressed in swimsuits, aprons, and chef's hats, carrying hot pans to the buffet... Seacrest approaches them as they set their pans down...

                    RYAN
                    So what's the verdict, fellas?

                    RUN
                    Ryan, the room is alive. Everyone's come together like bees in a hive..
                    Breasts come into view as a bunny serves an older man...

                    RUN (OVER)
                    The workers...

                    Cameras flash as Hugh Heffner descends the stairs...

                    RUN (OVER)
                    The queen...

                    Armed law enforcement hold Harold back from chasing a naked woman screaming as she runs for the door...

                    RUN (OVER)
                    The soldiers...

                    A pervert sticks his hand down his pants...

                    RUN (OVER)
                    The lurkers...

                    DMC raises his coffee mug...

                    DMC
                    It's a pervert's dream to be here, sharing the wealth, having Folgers.

                    RUN
                    We really just wanna say that we couldn't be more excited our corporation stepped up for a night to remember.

                    DMC
                    We relish this day and thank all we invited - Even Harold, who got f**ed up and showed off his member.

                    END

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                    • #40
                      Re: Randomly Chosen Loglines Writing Challenge!

                      Nah my page and a bit is fine in my eyes. Enjoy the contest people.
                      One meets his destiny often in the road he takes to avoid it. - French Proverb

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                      • #41
                        Re: Randomly Chosen Loglines Writing Challenge!

                        Log: An accountant learns the world is going to end. (For some reason, five pages doesn't fit in one post. See second post).

                        EXT. NEW YORK CITY STREET – DAY

                        A rush of pedestrians scurry around a man standing in the middle of the sidewalk. This is –

                        JOSHUA MONTBLANC (late 50s, paunchy). His straggly white hair hangs over the collar of his open jacket, his tee-shirt reads: CHEMO-SABE. And his jeans are way beyond well worn.

                        Smiling like he doesn't have a mortal care in the world, Joshua gazes up at a TOWERING GREYSTONE OFFICE BUILDING.

                        JOSHUA
                        This should be good.

                        INT. GREYSTONE OFFICE BUILDING - 10th FLOOR OFFICE

                        Row after row of cubicles house busy paper-pushers. We stop at the one occupied by –
                        BEN BARTLETT (mid-30s), in the midst of a phone call. His desk is perfectly organized, his sharpened pencils, lined up beside a stack of new legal pads. This is one tidy guy.

                        BEN
                        Yes, Mr. Gorgola. Alicia Meadows was handling your
                        audit. But she’s out on maternity leave. If you’d just tell
                        me your concerns…. Of course I know what I’m doing.
                        … Not true, Mr. Gorgola, many excellent CPAs take
                        positions with the IRS. … Don’t get snippy with me –
                        Mr. Gorgola, hello?

                        He slams the phone down. A pencil rolls a quarter-inch from its place, he moves it back. Then he opens his desk drawer and takes out a Windex bottle, a cloth and spray-cleans his PC screen.

                        JOSHUA (O.C.)
                        Our tax dollars at work.

                        Joshua takes a seat beside Ben’s desk.

                        BEN
                        Excuse me, but you can’t just walk in –

                        JOSHUA
                        Joshua Montblanc. I have a two o’clock with a
                        Benjamin Bartlett, that’s you, right?
                        (cuts off Ben)
                        I know, I’m way early. Been looking forward to this all
                        week. May turn out to be one of the top ten highlights
                        of my existence on this crazy planet. Maybe even in the
                        top three. 099-42-0666. Go for it.

                        Joshua twiddles his fingers like he’s typing. Ben enters the number into his PC and reads.

                        BEN
                        No - this can’t be correct.

                        JOSHUA
                        Whoa - are you saying our government makes mistakes?

                        BEN
                        Mr. Montblanc. Your records indicate you owe a total
                        9.8 million dollars in taxes dating back to 1995.

                        JOSHUA
                        Right. That’s when it all started to feel – you know – pointless.
                        This mess has got to come to an end. I can’t take it anymore.

                        BEN
                        Your personal issues aside, Mr. Montblanc. Paying your taxes
                        is not a choice, it’s a given -

                        JOSHUA
                        A given – ha! The old death and taxes thing.

                        BEN
                        Exactly –

                        JOSHUA
                        You’re half right, Ben-ster. I’m dying. I’m dying and I’ve
                        decided to take you all with me. Today. At six o’clock.

                        Ben’s hand shoots out toward the phone, Joshua grabs his wrist and stops him cold.

                        BEN
                        What is it – a suicide vest? Anthrax?

                        JOSHUA
                        I’ve got gobs more imagination –

                        BEN
                        One of those suitcase bombs right?

                        JOSHUA
                        Geeze, we’ll be here all day – okay, I’ll tell you.
                        Meteorite - size of China. It’ll be amazing. Bing-Bam-
                        Boom. Real fast. Because I am merciful.

                        This guy is clearly a nut job, Ben eyes his open jacket.

                        JOSHUA
                        Come on, Ben-ja-lah. Use your logic. Metal detectors in
                        the lobby – no way I’m packing. Now, consider your options.
                        Door one: you call security, they ship me off to the loony ward.
                        And the planet’s annihilated before they hand me my paper
                        slippers. Or, door two: we go grab a bite to eat and you sell
                        me on reasons why Earth should be spared from the wrath
                        of the almighty. Um - that would be me.

                        BEN
                        Oh. God.

                        (Continued...)
                        Last edited by sc111; 01-20-2007, 10:31 AM.
                        Advice from writer, Kelly Sue DeConnick. "Try this: if you can replace your female character with a sexy lamp and the story still basically works, maybe you need another draft.-

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                        • #42
                          Re: Randomly Chosen Loglines Writing Challenge!

                          JOSHUA
                          Now you’re catching on.
                          (releases Ben’s wrist)
                          It’s all up to you, Benjamin Bartlett, you are the man.
                          So what’ll it be?

                          A happy WOMAN (40s) jumps up from her desk in the next cubicle, phone to her ear –

                          WOMAN
                          Hey everybody - Alicia just had a baby boy!

                          Ben listens to his co-workers applaud.

                          INT. STEAKHOUSE RESTAURANT – LATER

                          In a corner booth, Joshua cuts into a massive sirloin with gusto while Ben pokes at a Cobb Salad.

                          JOSHUA
                          Think about it. Humans – the only sentient beings with
                          an awareness of their own mortality. What do they do with
                          this insight? Squander, pillage, destroy. Invent Viagra –

                          BEN
                          Can – can we back up a second to clarify? You are
                          God the almighty. Yet you live in Brooklyn –

                          JOSHUA
                          Brooklyn Heights – you have to grasp the subtleties, Ben.

                          BEN
                          Okay fine. Brooklyn Heights. And you made all your money
                          in the stock market.

                          JOSHUA
                          Yup - when you know all and see all, it’s the ultimate insider
                          trading so to speak.

                          BEN
                          Look – I can see you’re sincere, astute. Excellent conversationalist.
                          But – God? I’m sitting here looking at a man of flesh-and-bone.

                          JOSHUA
                          Tell me about it. Colon cancer – ironic isn’t it? But it’s the
                          price of incarnation.

                          BEN
                          In the interest of total disclosure you need to know I’m
                          agnostic. Then again if you are God you would know.

                          JOSHUA
                          That and the fact that you were a bed-wetter till age thirteen.

                          BEN
                          Okay. Okay. Maybe you have some sort of extra-sensory
                          perception. But I still have my doubts.

                          JOSHUA
                          I’m counting on it. Look, I could’ve picked some hosanna-
                          spouting religious nut for this but we’d never get past the
                          gnashing of teeth. No, I picked you. Because I’m a reasonable
                          God. And I need a reasonable man to hash this out with me.
                          I’m totally willing to consider that – in spite of my horrible
                          disappointment in the screw-ups perpetrated by humanity –
                          maybe I’m missing something. So, make your case.
                          (off Ben’s odd look)
                          Aw, geeze. You want a demonstration?

                          BEN
                          Look it from my point of view.

                          JOSHUA
                          Fine. But this isn’t a freaking Tupperware Party, we’re on deadline.

                          BEN
                          Just one inexplicable act of God.

                          Joshua spots a hot supermodel at a far table. He coughs. Her glazed eyes turn toward them, she rises and makes a beeline for Ben. She grasps his face, forces his mouth to pucker up, and kisses him, long, deep, with a lot of tongue action. Then she walks off. Ben takes a deep breath.

                          BEN
                          Think of the little children.

                          JOSHUA
                          You’re looking at the guy who gave his only begotten son.
                          Doesn’t even move the needle.

                          BEN
                          Puppy dogs, kittens –
                          (Joshua BURPS)
                          Giraffes –

                          JOSHUA
                          Oh I do like my giraffes. Good point.

                          BEN
                          See? They deserve to live don’t they?

                          JOSHUA
                          They’ll be extinct in a hundred years. What else you got?

                          BEN
                          Art. Music. Film –

                          JOSHUA
                          Pet Rocks. The Village People. Jackass, The Movie –

                          BEN
                          You know there are millions of good, well-meaning,
                          generous people in this world. And given time -

                          JOSHUA
                          Unfortunately none of these fine souls are running things.
                          Never have. Never will. Don’t take this personally, Ben-ster,
                          but when it comes to picking world leaders, you guys suck.

                          BEN
                          This is so depressing.

                          JOSHUA
                          Cheer up. In a millennium or two, after the dust storm
                          clears, I’ll give it a second shot. That’s a promise. Hey –
                          you up for dessert? They make a heavenly Tiramisu.

                          BEN
                          Quitter.
                          (off shocked look)
                          That’s right, you’re a quitter. You can’t hack the long haul.
                          And isn’t it really your fault? You created flawed beings.
                          In your own image I might add –

                          JOSHUA
                          You’ve got balls talking to me like that, Benny.

                          BEN
                          What are you going to do? Smite me? Sure – we’ve made
                          a ton of mistakes. Big, glaring, horrendous mistakes. But we
                          we persevere. We keep going. We have hope. Something
                          you clearly lack, Mr. Supreme Being. You destroy us, all
                          hope in the universe goes with us.

                          Joshua considers this and takes a sip of his wine. Then he reaches into his jacket, pulls out a checkbook and begins to write.

                          JOSHUA
                          I’m going to round it up to ten mill.

                          BEN
                          Fine. And lunch is on you.

                          FADE OUT.
                          Last edited by sc111; 01-20-2007, 10:52 AM.
                          Advice from writer, Kelly Sue DeConnick. "Try this: if you can replace your female character with a sexy lamp and the story still basically works, maybe you need another draft.-

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                          • #43
                            Re: Randomly Chosen Loglines Writing Challenge!

                            Originally posted by OzFade View Post
                            I'm so in I can't see a way out.

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                            • #44
                              Re: Randomly Chosen Loglines Writing Challenge!

                              Originally posted by Priya View Post
                              Okay guys, Adam's inspired me! I herefore set forth a challenge to all writers. Choosing one idea for the last challenge was interesting. No doubt. But, now's time for something a little different...

                              Below, you'll see that I've chosen ten random loglines. None are brilliant. But that's the idea.

                              Now, what I'm thinking here is you've got to imagine that a producer's gone around the bend. Sure, he loves your writing, but that may be his last sane thought. Last night, after some particularly suspect mushrooms, he's come up with some ideas that he wants YOU to write. He's got money, he's got cachet, so, you know, you really do want to work with him. But, he's also been hitting the wacky weed a little too much. BUT. If you do this, and pull it off, it might just make your career.*

                              The rules:

                              -- Five page max (must have beginning, middle, end -- no partial entries). No more, no less.

                              -- You must stick to the logline (please paste logline to the top of your short) you choose (from the ten listed below). If it says lazy dentist, you must show/have a lazy dentist.

                              -- Genre's up to you. A lot of these lend themselves to comedy -- it might be interesting to go another way. The producer doesn't mind what genre it is, as long as you realize his vision!

                              -- Have fun!

                              -- Deadline's midnight on the 23rd of January. You have one week!

                              -- There will only be one winner (only one prize**). Voting will take place starting January 24th. Ultimately, my vote trumps all. Just so you know.

                              Ten Random Loglines:

                              1. A radio announcer, a lazy dentist, and a feisty refugee from Alaska worry about their loved ones on a desert island.

                              2. The father-in-law of a prince runs out of gas and ends up in a fantasy world in a Mexican border town.

                              3. A quartet of game programmers witness a murder.

                              4. A plaintiff and four charming tap-dancers overcome immense obstacles.

                              5. A pair of rhyming advertising executives cooks dinner for homeless people in a mansion.

                              6. A mutant jewelry salesman and a conservative Marine are guests at a party.

                              7. An idealistic waiter, a thoughtful football coach, and a short housekeeper search for the Fountain of Youth.

                              8. Six assassins practice an act for a talent show.

                              9. A knight, a masseuse, and a bug-eyed monster give conflicting reports to the police in a forest.

                              10. An accountant learns the world is going to end. (For OzFade)





                              * It's not really going to make your career. Or will it?

                              ** In the interest of giving back:

                              The winner will get the opportunity to send me a completed script -- if the winner doesn't have a completed script, the next runner-up can send me a completed script, and so on (runners-up will not get passed along, though) -- I will read said script and give you notes on it. IF I LOVE the script. LOVE it. If I absolutely adore it, I'll pass it along to my agent -- if you don't already have one and are looking for representation. If I don't LOVE it, or you have an agent already (or don't want one) I'll give you notes (hi, former reader here) and help you get it into shape for contest season. That's it. Good luck all!

                              A note:

                              No, I will not read your script if you don't win, or if you don't enter. No, I will not pass it along if you don't win or don't enter. Please don't PM me. Don't email me. Don't call me. I'm not interested.
                              Okay, This one sounds interesting.

                              Just a few clarifications. You have deadline as midnight 23rd January. I've assumed, although just wanted to clarify, that that's USA time. So I assume that gives us Brits around 7 hours extra....uhh I think.

                              It also doesn't mention how the judging is to be organised. You say that voting begins on 24th January, but that your vote trumps all. So does that mean that the vote by others is just for fun, but ultimately there's only one vote and you will decide the winner?

                              That's all really. Just wanted to clarify those two things.

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                              • #45
                                Writing Challenge

                                Originally posted by Harbinger View Post
                                It also doesn't mention how the judging is to be organised. You say that voting begins on 24th January, but that your vote trumps all. So does that mean that the vote by others is just for fun, but ultimately there's only one vote and you will decide the winner?
                                It's Priya's challenge, (and Priya's rules). We can meet that challenge and disagree with Priya's deciding vote. It's a bit of exercise, writing-wise, on a fool's errand with a few "randomly chosen loglines," (which aren't really loglines, but situations). Have some fun, and submit five pages, (if you wish). No one's forcing you to join the fun.
                                JEKYLL & CANADA (free .mp4 download @ Vimeo.com)

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