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Today in my film class we pitched story ideas for movies based solely off a quick read of parts of the newspaper. Here’s what I came up with off the health section:
Due to special atmospheric conditions caused by pollution of our air, human life instead of being cut short goes on for what seems like forever but the pollution cause thickening of the blood causing all men to have extreme cases of E.D. The companies that make Viagra and other such medications have a strangle hold on the populace and as the supplies become scarce only the extremely wealthy can produce children naturally.
the main character is the first man to start dying and he realizes that he wants to have sex and have offspring, but he’s too poor. In the process of trying to get viagra the entire world becomes aware that this long life doesn’t last forever, mass hysteria erupts with all the poor people of the world trying to get to viagra supplies and with the main character caught in the middle.Does anybody else have story ideas that they would be interested in sharing? If you’re afraid someone will steal them please don’t. Also if you think something like a book or tv series should be turned into a movie please share as well.
I would help but I am just to tired to get out of bed today~
Engaged to a WeaselActually, I like the scenario. ED is not a subject usually used in the “serious” way, yet it could very well happen.
I’d like to see the Merry Gentry stories on screen. All the fairies have weird skin colors; I’m wondering what it’d look like.
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http://www.sarahjestin.com/feedbacklists.htmSince this is random writing 😀 When forum members leave… In dedication to Spark, Whippet, LIH, and Cheryl…
Did your leaving cause a breakdown?
Yes, everything went downhill when you left. We didn’t know what we were supposed to do, the conversations were stalling left and right, GB forgot her own name, and Nam had to seek psychiatric help dealing with the loss and overwhelming topics that she suddenly found she could not handle. I would bump into walls during mindless wanderings mumbling stanzas about better days. Frozen would start a topic and delete it in the same sentence. Sometimes he would rescind the topic first. He punished himself for your leaving. He started sporting a handlebar moustache, but had shaved the rest of his head (eyebrows included). Star curled up into the pre-natal position and has not moved since. Every now and then she blurts out “the left foot adds a whole new dimension to the game!” Mimi started dragging topics off course all the time, and would break down in tears if somebody said “SPark”. She trips over her hands a lot now, since she started getting around on all fours. The Mods never stopped crying. All Birthdays stopped. Nobody knew how to start a Poll. If someone started a “Where is Whippet” topic, no words were spoken, but an almost inaudible whimper would seep out if a response was posted. We rearranged the forums around your shrine, a pile of PYOs glued together with Elmers. That was the first 72 hours. Then things started getting bad….
skigod377 wrote:We rearranged the forums around your shrine, a pile of PYOs glued together with Elmers. That was the first 72 hours. Then things started getting bad….
Excellent. Which one of us is the renegade psychologist who is unable to determine if she or he is a an observer or a participant in this breakdown?
In my own Bunuelesque movie we are all in a small but well furnished warehouse, each of us busy in our own way, involved in the task of creating masterworks of “dream” art based on our collective obsession.
The first to be finished are the paintings and drawings. The Dragons that we post on the refrigerator are in unusually gay colors. Even the pen drawings are highlighted using fluorescent crayons and marker pens. But all the Dragons have missing limbs and gaping wounds, as testimony to brutal encounters with uncaring delivery personnel.
The PYOs are next, but after painting the sculpture, the artist deliberately causes horrible damage, as if to simulate the passage of the Dragon through the real world, via an uncaring shipping company.
When the UPS driver arrives with a hefty package, we drag him in and refuse to sign for the package until we have checked out the condition of its contents. But none of us is able to bring ourselves to cut the tape on the box. Fear grips us. The UPS driver begins to get agitated at the delay, so we bundle him into the kitchen where there is good food and drink, and lock the door behind him.
The following morning finds us in a completely discheveled state after falling asleep where we were the previous night. The UPS driver is long gone, having left a yellow tag next to the broken kitchen window stating that a second attempt to obtain a signature will be made on the next visit.
As each of us wakes up, the box, sitting alone in the middle of a table, becomes our center of attention.
No-one does anything for hours, except to occasionally walk over to the table as if with the intent of picking up the box to examine it, but the box remains untouched.
Then Nambroth arrives, sums up the entire pitiful situation at a glance, takes the unopened box and hurls it out of the door onto the concrete patio*. The package lands with a horrendous grinding thud. Clearly, Schrodinger’s Dragon is dead. We all follow the package outside like poads, but on stepping into the sunlight we awaken from our stupor, stretch, yawn, and, after each of us pauses to give the package a good healthy kick, we start out on a long walk to the nearest town with a bus terminal, ready to get back to our lives.
*In the actual event, Nambroth came in, summed up the situation and simply opened the box. The European test audiences found this ending to be totally unbelievable, so it was changed.
Quote:The UPS driver is long gone, having left a yellow tag next to the broken kitchen window stating that a second attempt to obtain a signature will be made on the next visit.
😆 😆
Quote:We all follow the package outside like poads
Still trying to imagine Poad-motion… 😉 😀
Jasmine wrote:😆 😆 😆 Now Ski, why aren’t you doiing anything in your own story?
I am wandering in circles reciting poetry… I am actually working on the rest of the story…
skigod377 wrote:Jasmine wrote:😆 😆 😆 Now Ski, why aren’t you doiing anything in your own story?
I am wandering in circles reciting poetry… I am actually working on the rest of the story…
Now, that’s scary 😆 😆
skigod377 wrote:Jasmine wrote:😆 😆 😆 Now Ski, why aren’t you doiing anything in your own story?
I am wandering in circles reciting poetry… I am actually working on the rest of the story…
If I could get out of my pre-natal position and could talk about anything other than my left foot, I’d tell you how much I love your story too!!! 😆
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