Quote: steve by any other name @ December 7 2011, 10:48 AM GMT
I've found Marc Blakes advice to be useful in the past. As an aside, I've been trying to track down a particular early version of one of my scripts and readiing through emails I noticed one to a producer that roughly said, I'm a bit concerned that you seem to be asking me to edit the jokes out. I did it anyway and a pilot script was commissioned on the back of what remained. My point is, maybe the tampon exchange should go. It made me laugh but probably doesn't add to the story. A joke for the sake of it is too extravagent most of the time, no matter how good.
And the other thing is, I assumed from what I read that James and Leaf were an item. It certainly wasn't clear that he loved her from a distance.
Cheers, man. I really appreciate your feedback. I thought I hadn't shown properly that it was (mutually) unrequited, but people did pick up on it, so I left it. However, I take what you say onboard.
Here's a NEW first version replacing the beginning.
The scene with them in a pub will still be present, but in a dramatically shortened version. THIS IS THE NEW VERSION PP1-2
It would be really really cool of you to read these two pages, let me know what you think. Pleeeeeeease.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
INT. BEDROOM. DAY.
A neat, well-organised bedroom. JAMES (early 20s) sits down at his desk, drops a thick stack of books in front of him with a thunk.
Obscure titles plastered with phrases like "Morphosyntactic alignment" and "Phonotactic constraints in Melanesian Languages"
He sighs, his eyes widen.
He opens the book with a deep breath. A small envelope is inside.
JAMES opens it slowly, suspiciously. A pair of tickets and a hand-written note.
NOTE
All work and no play, James... See you at seven tonight. L.
He grins ear-to-ear.
INT. PUB. DAY.
A female (early 20s), LEAF, sits at a pub table. JAMES enters.
LEAF
Jammies!
JAMES
Leafster!
They hug.
JAMES
How d'you get tickets!?
A hunking lunk of beef, MAXWELL, swaggers in. Built like a "rugger" player, talks like one too.
MAXWELL
Hello, Darling.
He kisses LEAF on the mouth.
MAXWELL
James.
JAMES nods.
JAMES (to LEAF)
I thought it would just be us...
LEAF
Err...
MAXWELL
Well actually, it was my thesp contacts that wangled it, James.
JAMES
Aren't you a stage hand?
LEAF picks up on JAMES' sensitivity. MAXWELL goes to kiss her on the mouth again, she gives him the cheek.
INT. JAMES' BEDROOM. DAY.
Stop motion. The books on JAMES' desk multiply out of control.
INT. PUB. DAY.
A pub. Convivial atmosphere. JAMES and LEAF clad in mortar board and gown, JAMES' MOTHER and FATHER stand proud.
Father
Just imagine what you could do now! Tour the Far East!
MOTHER
--Be a respected teacher!
LEAF
--Write an award-winning series of novels!
MOTHER
--Today is the first day of the rest of your life!
CUT TO:
INT. HOMEFRONT - CHECK-OUTS. DAY.
JAMES sits at a check-out in a red and day-glo green sweater. Bleep of tills. He looks blank, worn.
TANNOY SYSTEM
Staff announcement. Clean up, Aisle Three. There is a pool of urine in soft furnishings. That's a pool of mellowing, orange urine in soft furnishings.
An arm appears holding a mop for JAMES.