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Subject: Re: The Collaboration Game Author: SS [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 21:28:18 02/26/05 Sat In reply to: SS 's message, "The Collaboration Game" on 20:57:52 02/26/05 Sat EXT: CLOSE-UP OF A PAD OF PAPER WHICH REVEALS THE WORDS THAT ARE BEING VOICED OVER. A HAND TRACES FEVERISHLY ACROSS THE PAD BEFORE THE IDEAS ARE LOST. PAN OUT: TO REVEAL A CEMENT WALL SEPARATING A BICYCLE/ROLLERBLADING PATH FROM A LOS ANGELES BEACH. THE MAN WRITING IS REVEALED, SITTING CROSS-LEGGED ON THE WALL AND LOST IN HIS WRITING. PAN OUT FURTHER: TO REVEAL 3 OTHERS SITTING NEXT TO THE MAN. THEY ALL SIMILARLY HAVE A PENCIL AND PAD OF PAPER ON THEIR LAPS. THEY ALL SIT BOY/GIRL/BOY/GIRL. THE MAN ON THE FAR LEFT IS WEARING A UCLA SWEATSHIRT. THE GIRL NEXT TO HIM, A USC FILM REELY RULEZ SHIRT. THE MAN NEXT TO HER, THE ONE WRITING, WEARS A ELECTRO-COMM CORP. T-SHIRT. AND THE GIRL ON THE FAR END, LOOKING COMPLETELY CLUELESS, WEARS A SWEATSHIRT THAT SIMPLY SAYS FILM SCHOOL, MUCH IN THE SAME STYLE AS THE POPULAR COLLEGE SWEATSHIRT FROM ANIMAL HOUSE. THE CAMERA LOSES ITS PROFESSIONAL STYLE FROM THE PREVIOUS OUTTAKE. WE NOW GET INTO DOCUMENTARY MODE. VO: Meet Marco. MARCO, THE 3RD MAN IN THE ROW, LOOKS UP FROM HIS PERCH AND WAVES WITH AN AWKWARD SMILE ON HIS FACE. VO: We're here to talk about Marco and an interesting sort of project that he and his friends have been involved with for quite a few years now. In fact, this tradition goes back to their high school days back in suburbia. We'll explore some of that history and get to meet all of his friends in just a bit. Let's first see what this is all about. CUT TO: MARCO GETTING UP OFF THE WALL AND JOINING THE CAMERAMAN FOR A WALK UP THE STRAND. MARCO: See you all next week. HE ONLY GETS A NOD IN ACKNOWLEDGEMENT. MARCO (to clueless girl as he gets up): Keep that brain cell intact Kellie. You'll come up with something in no time! KELLIE: Okay! MARCO BEGINS TO WALK UP THE PATH, THE CAMERA FACING HIM THE WHOLE WAY. VO: So, where do we begin? MARCO: That opening was pretty lame man. Work on the opening. And I'm not comfortable waving to cameras. VO: Okay, now that's an interesting start. I gather from the t-shirt you're wearing that you aren't even a film student or a graduate of film school. What makes you so qualified to criticize? MARCO: Because I know good shit when I see it. VO: Okay, you know good sh... stuff when you see it. But about your writing, did you get any good stuff today? MARCO: Hell yah! This is going to be new shit to everone, and I can do it on a low budget! I'll be introducing a new genre. Those other fools on the wall are throwing away a lot of cash just to fail. Me on the other hand... CAMERA GETS DISTRACTED BY A SILICON BARBIE DOLL WITH PIGTAILS, A BIKINI TOP, AND ASS-HUGGING SHORTS RIDING BY ON ROLLER SKATES. MARCO: Up here dude. Hey, I thought we weren't going to talk about the writing. VO: Sure, sure. That was discussed. But that's a small part of your story, so we'll have to talk a little about it. Deal? MARCO: Sure. CAMERA NOW GETS DISTRACTED BY A LINE OF PASSING BICYCLES. AGAIN, ALL BABES IN BIKINI TOPS. THE WANNABE ACTRESSES ALL TRY TO LOOK THEIR BEST AS THE CAMERAMAN DECIDES TO PAN ACROSS THEM. MARCO: Hey, let's finish this at my apartment. CUT TO: [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> Subject: Re: The Collaboration Game Author: SS [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 22:44:18 02/26/05 Sat INT: MARCO'S APARTMENT. HE SITS AT HIS COMPUTER, CASUALLY TRANSFERRING HIS MATERIAL TO HIS THE LAPTOP. VO: Okay, now why don't we start with what this is all about. I find it quite interesting. MARCO: I'll bet. So there were like 4 of us who started this stuff as early as high school. We were good at what we were doing, but bored with it. It was clear that this boredom would continue through college, so our senior year we decided to experiment with producing stuff. You know, whether it was screenwriting, trying to go around town with a video camera, or making animated shorts, we tried it. MARCO (cont'd): We kept it up through college, but even though we recruited 2 more, it started falling apart as everyone funneled into their careers. So much for that. VO: And what do you do? MARCO: I'm a microcircuit board technician at Electro-Comm Corp. It's a pretty solid job. And I get to be in the Union too! Unions rock! I get about 4 breaks a day and I'm allowed to ignore the engineers! VO: Uhmm.. that's great. Now what about everyone else? MARCO: Well, there's the original high school crowd. We got Chuck, who I just wrote into my last screenplay. Oh yeah, this ain't about the writing. So, there's Chuck Friar. He's currently in Ohio managing a section of King's Island Theme Park or something. MARCO (cont'd): And Paula Sato. Her dad's originally from Hawaii, but her family moved to our suburb when she was 12. She's currently running a dive shop in Minnesota. Don't ask me what that's all about... all I know is she's been diving since she was 10. She's the one who got the closest to doing what she really wanted. She's really cool though; I'm glad she still hangs with us. MARCO (cont'd): Then there's James O'Reilly. Yeah, he goes by James. One of the whitest whiteys you'll ever meet. He's an environmental engineer in New Jersey now, and I understand he's got his work cut out for him. MARCO'S ROOMMATE JOHN WALKS IN, SURPRISED TO SEE HIS COMPANY. YET HE PURPOSELY WALKS IN FRONT OF AND FACES THE CAMERA WHEN ADDRESSING HIS FRIEND. JOHN: Yo, dude, volleyball in 15 minutes. What's up with this? MARCO: Don't worry about it. I'll be ready. Now I got to finish up in here, okay? JOHN (annoyed): Whatever, just don't be late. MARCO: Okay, now where were we? Oh yeah, so 3 of us ended up going to the same state college, which was really cool. Paula decided on an undecided major at a nearby state college, so it wasn't hard to keep in touch with her. It was there where we met two other interested folks. Bill Jenkins was the first guy we met. Lived across the hall in the dorms, and was the film major in the crowd. Unfortunately, he got some weird interest in handling livestock in Greeley, Colorado. I never been there, but I understand that place smells... not good either. MARCO (cont'd): Oh yeah, and you're gonna love this. The last girl we met, which was the first year we started doin' this ritual, is Allison. Allison Tschanes. Get it? Yeah, it's hilarious. She's really cool. She's got a creative edge, but she's an aerospace engineer in Seattle. VO: Well then, what's the deal with your yearly ritual? MARCO: So, we're all spread out now, but our senior year of college, we just decided to all get together at my apartment and do a writing... sorry, no writing... to do a project. VO: It's okay, I don't care if you talk about the writing. MARCO: Whatever. We decided to just get all fucked up that day and play a round of golf. You know, a best ball tournament where everyone starts off at the tee and then plays the best lie from there on out? Well, except for the designated driver who pounded Milk Chugs each hole, we all were pounding Heine's. MARCO (cont'd): After the golf was over, we thought it'd be a great idea to turn out a screenplay in the same fashion. We'd all start out writing down some ideas, share them, and then vote on the best one. The story would follow from there, and after each writing session, we'd vote on the best path the story would take. You follow? VO: Uhhmmm.... MARCO: Yeah, I didn't think so. Look, I got to get my shit to together for this beach volleyball match. Do you mind? VO: You mean we're going back to The Strand? MARCO: Hey man, whatever floats your boat. As long as it's not me changing into my beach shorts. CUT TO: [ Post a Reply to This Message ]