Quote: Badge @ January 29, 2008, 11:50 PM
James, much as I like some of you stuff on here (your radio sitcom at sea made me laugh a fair few times in a short space, and your youtube teleworking sketch was excellent) this paragraph of yours sums up why I haven't offered up too many opinions on your work to date.
Fact is, it *is* fair crit, offered for free, by someone you probably don't know, and it's their honest opinion. You can't expect them to dissect it line-by-line to say which bits were this or that. What you do with crit like this is up to you - you might take on board all the comments, some, or none - but it's offered for free and (usually) quite genuinely. Though I can't vouch for all posters!
If you mean it's crit you don't agree with, that's another thing, but if you want everyone to agree with you then what's the point in posting? You do tend to come back and try to justify yourself a lot, and that kind of thing puts me off.
BTW, I think setting things in a flat is fine. Steptoe and Son's a flatshare sitcom, and that's getting praised to high heaven on another thread at the moment. I also like the simple double meaning of the title "Flat".
And you are definitely one of the best writers on here, from my perspective. So keep going and good luck.
I don't see that any statement that isn't backed up with one or more examples is fair crit really. We all do it, but I just wanted to know why the statements were made. As far I can see, the characterisation is spot on, so I wanted to know how people thought they were similar - that's all. If I'm not told what's wrong I can't fix it - otherwise it's just an irresolvable difference of opinion. A lot of the crit has been of the "I just don't like it" ilk, which is a bit harsh really. Obviously I want to make my stuff better. Sorry for sounding the undoubtable arse that I do.
Quote: garyd @ January 29, 2008, 10:49 PM
Hi James,
What I find is that some of it is a bit contrived and not apparently natural.
Aid and I have a similar problem I believe. We know full well that it's very difficult to make it seem like it's the spoken word rather than words said from a sheet of paper. Has to be otherwise we would all be writing for the Beeb!
Also, and this is the crux for me, it isn't funny enough!
Yes some of the scenes are mildly amusing owing to the recognition of what you're describing but not actually laughing funny.
And your characterisation needs looking at. For example, Dave is a recruitment consultant therefore he would have a confidence about him that I feel isn't shown in this piece and he certainly wouldn't be so manipulable.
Having said all that I really do appreciate the hard work that has gone into this and as Charley advises you should be proud that it is yours and I'm sure you have the wherewithall to improve it to the required standard.
Keep on with it, you appear to have the ideas, which is hard enough in this game!
All the best.
This is more constructive. I think most people are finding it "not funny enough." It is a complete departure from my other scripts because I've aimed it at other areas; it's meant to be mildy amusing all the way through, with building farce-action. I didn't intend it to be filled with quick-fire gags; in essence, it's a different genre, so to judge it by the standards of a sitcom like, for instance, Not Going Out is, IMO, pointless. But it clearly doesn't work - so perhaps the laughs need to be stronger in places.
Perhaps the characters haven't been given enough time; I know a producer would only look at the first 10 pages max., but I felt a lot of the crit was jumping in very quickly. So clearly I need to up my game a bit.
As mentioned at the start of the episode, Dave's job is under review precisely because he's useless at it. (This was covered a lot in episode one incidentally.) He looks for a new job in episode 4. This sounds like justification and it is, but what ought I say? Maybe I'm just demonstrating that there is a lot of thought behind the situation and the characters.
As far as I can see the characters act in genuine ways; I understand Charley's advice to sit on it for a while and look at it with fresh eyes, but I've sat on it for several months already - it's not just me investing my ego into the script, it's genuine puzzlement at some of the comments, in particular that the characters speak with the same voice. I'm not discounting it, I'll just have to sit on it a while longer and examine it closely. If one can spare the time, please do be more precise in pointing out more specifically what's wrong.
There's been a lot of food for thought and no doubt I will be able to improve it - so thanks for all the constructive comments.
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The conclusion:
SCENE 11. LIVING ROOM. INT. DAY. (MONDAY)
MATT:
I know you’re trying to help, but I still think it could be my ex. The fact is, I can’t find the dildo. And she was a total witch. She was into all that spells and stuff – maybe I should try a counter-curse. It’s got to be worth a try.
JIM:
You know how to do that, do you?
MATT:
I was thinking maybe I’d Google it. How do you get into witchcraft? Old books, isn’t it? I’ve never, ever seen one of those big creepy books like off the telly. I reckon it’s a load of nonsense.
JIM:
Really. My advice comes in two parts: Firstly, stop banging on about it, and secondly, wear a condom.
MATT:
I don’t have any.
JIM:
Dave’s got loads. In his bedside table.
MATT:
All right. Why?
JIM:
In case he ever meets a girl.
MATT:
No, why do I have to wear it?
JIM:
If you are allergic to anything, it won’t touch your skin. I wonder if Dave’s got a story.
MATT:
I doubt it. He was crapping himself when he talked to me.
JIM:
He’s not back though, is he?
MATT:
He’d better still have my drugs. He said he was going to flush ‘em! What a waste. That guy really doesn’t know how to behave, does he?
SCENE 12. POLICE STATION. INT. DAY. (MONDAY)
DAVE IS BEING LED INTO THE POLICE STATION BY TWO POLICE OFFICERS.
PC SILK:
You have been a naughty boy, haven’t you? You shouldn’t have been taking your ‘phone into court.
PC LACE:
Judge Quentin sent someone down for that last year.
PC SILK:
And they didn’t even mention anal sex.
DAVE:
Ah yes, very funny, I don’t, err – I mean, I know it’s supposed to be binding and everything, but do I have to spend the night in the cells?
PC LACE:
Law’s the law, sir.
PC SILK:
But it sounds to me like you were already having problems with the fuzz.
PC LACE:
Yeah, was the heat getting too much?
THE POLICEMEN LAUGH.
DAVE:
That wasn’t me! It’s not my ‘phone!
PC SILK:
Nicked it, did you?
DAVE:
I borrowed it, it’s not mine, why does nobody believe me!? I’m totally normal. I haven’t even had sex for a year, yet alone any – anyway, come on, let’s just get this over with.
PC LACE:
Right then, let’s have a look in the bag.
PC SILK STARTS PATTING DAVE DOWN AND HANDS PC LACE MATT’S BAG
DAVE:
Ok.
REACTION FROM DAVE AS HE REMEMBERS THE MARIJUANA’S IN THERE.
SCENE 13. LIVING ROOM. INT. DAY. (MONDAY)
MATT IS WAVING THE LAPTOP AROUND. JIM IS ON THE HOUSE ‘PHONE.
JIM:
Slow news day. I’ll file what I have. Not much. Ok, I’ll get it in first thing. (HANGS UP) Easy. I’ll just make up a couple of crap stories. They won’t even use them.
MATT:
That bastard next door keeps fiddling with his internet connection.
JIM:
What are you doing? Cup of tea? No, wait, it’s late enough for whisky.
MATT:
Ooh, I’ll have one.
JIM ENTERS KITCHEN AREA
JIM:
I offered you tea, you’re not drinking my whisky.
MATT:
Maybe I’ll have a tea then.
JIM:
Get your own.
MATT:
You offered to make me one!
JIM:
I’m not going out of my way to do it. (RE-ENTERS, HOLDING EMPTY BOTTLE) Who drank my bloody whisky? Vultures.
MATT:
No, I don’t think that’s very likely. Oh, I remember, it was me. I don’t even really like whisky either. Here we are, something’s come up.
JIM:
More than your knob can manage.
MATT:
Don’t be so bitter, I’ll buy you another bottle.
JIM:
This whisky was 12 year-old, barrel-aged, Islay single malt. We’re not talking about bloody Jack Daniels here.
MATT:
It gets you drunk, who cares? Right. My options are: make some sort of sacrifice-
JIM:
Make a sacrifice?
MATT:
I thought it might be, like, giving up sugar in your tea for a while but they mean kill a cat or something.
JIM:
Perfect, we’ll do next-door’s. It’ll stop shitting on our wall, your penis will come back to life and I’ll get a story.
MATT:
Yeah, kill two birds in one day.
JIM:
Yes.
MATT:
Do cats shit on walls Jim?
JIM:
What?
MATT:
I’ve never seen a cat shit on a wall.
JIM:
They’re not floating up there.
MATT:
I reckon someone’s putting them there.
JIM:
Yes: the perfect crime.
MATT:
Or I burn a lock of her hair.
JIM:
What?
MATT:
My ex-girlfriend. It breaks the spell, apparently.
JIM:
I’m going for a walk. I don’t want to see any pentagrams on the wall when I get back.
SCENE 14. POLICE STATION. INT. DAY. (MONDAY)
IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWING SCENE 12.
DAVE:
No, wait! I feel sick. Where’s the toilet?
PC SILK:
Just you hang on there-
DAVE GRABS HIS BAG AND DIVES INTO THE TOILET. HE ROOTS THROUGH THE BAG.
DAVE:
Shit, bollocks -
DAVE FINDS THE BAG OF MARIJUANA AND TRIES TO FLUSH IT AWAY. HE SPRAYS THE BUDS EVERYWHERE.
Oh, for-
PC LACE:
Come on, can you come out please?
DAVE:
I need a vacuum cleaner.
DAVE FRANTICALLY SCOOPS UP THE MARIJUANA AND GETS IT ALL IN THE TOILET. HE FLUSHES. WE SEE, OUTSIDE, PC LACE BYPASSING THE LOCK WITH A COIN. THE DOOR STARTS TO OPEN. DAVE REMEMBERS THE STASH TIN. HE PLACES IT IN THE CISTERN, JUST IN TIME.
PC SILK:
Oi you, this isn’t a bloody hotel. Come on.
DAVE:
I’m sorry, I just feel really sick. It came over me like a wave. I suppose it’s the thought of being in prison.
PC SILK TAKES THE BAG AND LEADS DAVE OUT. PC LACE SPOTS SOMETHING IN THE DOOR JAMB: A MARIJUANA BUD. HE LOOKS AROUND AND POCKETS IT.
PC LACE:
What have we got here then? Connect four, hmm. Die Hard trilogy. Good choice. I haven’t seen the new one. I don’t think there are any weapons in here, you’re all right.
DAVE:
No, check it over, go through it, do your job.
PC SILK:
Yeah, there’s another compartment there.
DAVE:
Is there? Hmm. Well, check away! No weapons in there. Definitely no drugs. There might be a knife, or something, I can’t remember.
PC LACE:
You’re fine, there’s… hang on, I can feel something hard.
PC LACE DRAWS OUT MATT’S COPYCOCK. IT REALLY IS QUITE A FINE EXHIBIT, IF A LITTLE ODDLY SHAPED.
Good grief.
HE READS THE BASE.
‘CopyCock – a perfect replica of your lover’s loverman. Now you can take him anywhere. Three speeds.’
THE OFFICERS LOOK FROM THE DILDO TO DAVE’S GROIN WITH DISGUST.
Now I’m feeling sick.
DAVE:
No! No, no, don’t be silly, it’s not a copy of- it’s not mine.
PC LACE THROWS THE DILDO DOWN IN DISGUST.
PC LACE:
You haven’t been using it, have you?
DAVE:
I haven’t even seen it before!
PC SILK:
You sick bastard!
PC LACE:
All that time in the toilet.
DAVE:
Look, I’m not gay, and I don’t carry my lover’s dildo around with me. I know it looks pretty bad. Anyway, even if I did, there’s nothing wrong with it.
PC LACE:
‘Nothing wrong with it’? What planet are you on? So you’re admitting it? My God, I’m glad you’ll be locked up tonight.
DAVE:
You know, I – I don’t even see why I should be apologising for this.
THE MOBILE PHONE BUZZES.
PC SILK:
Go on, you’d better answer that. Tell your friend where you are.
DAVE:
It’s Abi. Hello?
ABI:
(OOV, DISTORT) Matt?
DAVE:
(SWITCHING OFF SPEAKERPHONE) No, this isn’t Matt. And it wasn’t Matt you were talking to when you rang earlier and poured your heart out. In fact you were talking to a whole courtroom.
ABI:
(OOV, DISTORT) Really? Wow, cool! Thank God. What was I doing? For some, like, weird reason I thought I should come clean.
DAVE:
Which is what you want him to do, in a manner of speaking.
ABI:
(OOV, DISTORT) Look, you tell Matt what I said and I’ll get you, ok? I mean, seriously. You will regret it.
DAVE:
My lips are sealed.
ABI:
(OOV, DISTORT) Ok. In a while, crocodile.
DAVE:
Hang on-
THE LINE GOES DEAD.
PC SILK:
I’ll take that.
DAVE:
Well, just a minute, I need to tell someone, and that’s got all the numbers in it – ah no, I know my home number. Do you have a telephone here?
PC SILK:
Of course we do. But you’ve already had your one call.
DAVE:
She rang me!
PC LACE:
It still counts.
DAVE:
I can’t believe this, this is nonsense!
DAVE IS LED TO THE CELLS.
I don’t even have a toothbrush!
SCENE 15. LIVING ROOM. INT. NIGHT. (MONDAY)
MATT AND ABI ARE FINISHING BOWLS OF CHILLI.
MATT:
It’s alright, this chilli.
ABI:
Tesco’s finest. Nice and hot.
MATT:
Dave had better bring my stuff back.
JIM ENTERS, CARRYING AN EVENING NEWSPAPER, AND TAKES OFF HIS COAT.
JIM:
Good evening.
JIM SITS AND BEGINS READING THE PAPER.
MATT:
Ah, sorry Jim, there was some left but we threw it away.
JIM:
That’s fine. I wouldn’t eat anything you’ve touched anyway.
MATT:
Did he try ringing you, Abi?
ABI:
Who - Dave? Why would he ring me? I haven’t talked to him. If anyone wants me, I’ll be in my room.
ABI LEAVES.
MATT:
Lucky bastard. I bet he’s out there somewhere, lights off, having the time of his life. It’s making me horny now. Right, I think I might pay Abi a little visit. ‘Night Jim.
JIM:
Mm, don’t have nightmares. Ha! Spelling mistake in that headline. “Courtroom crime goes down in annals of history.” There are two 'n's in annals.
REACTION FROM JIM AS HE LOOKS CLOSER, PRESUMABLY SEEING THE STORY IS ABOUT DAVE.
SCENE 16. ABI’S ROOM. INT. NIGHT. (MONDAY)
END CREDITS CRAWLER.
ABI AND MATT ARE ON THE BED.
ABI:
Oh, I am so not in the mood!
MATT:
Do you think I could try – you know?
ABI:
Yeah – why not?!
ABI TURNS ONTO HER FRONT AND HANDS MATT THE LUBE. PAUSE.
ABI:
What’s taking you so long? I can’t wait forever, ‘honey’.
MATT:
Jim said I should try wearing a condom, they’re a right bugger to put on. Excuse the pun!
THE PENNY DROPS. REACTION FROM ABI.
ABI:
Just a sec-
TOO LATE. ABI IS TRANSFIXED IN AGONY. BLACKOUT.
MATT:
There we are, that’s just right.
MIX TO – END CREDITS CARD.
ENDS.