“When marrying, ask yourself this question: Do you believe that you will be able to converse well with this person into your old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory.”
I used to be in a film club back in college. Our first year we struggled to complete a short film. I must have wrote this script about three to four years ago. The only locations available to film in were the college so I tried to think of a college story that could happen. Out came this script. We didn’t end up shooting this script. I can’t recall what we did instead, but I learned a lot from writing this little script. So I’m posting it.
INT. SMITHSONIAN HALL – DAY
The inside of a standard college educational building. Recently painted white walls, and bland grey tiles. COLLEGE STUDENTS rush out of classrooms.
STEPH LEAF, 18, a brunette girl, walks a bit behind everyone. She stuffs her notebook into her dull purple purse. Suddenly a HAND grabs her arm!
She is whisked away into a dark, isolated corner where the lights are dim.
A HOODED FIGURE spins her around.
The man pulls his hood down REVEALING that he is ERIC DERING, 19, a Yankees fanatic who acts half his age.
Steph covers her mouth and averts her eyes! It’s the worst bed head that’s ever been in this or any universe. His hair stands on its edges, like he’s out of a Japanese anime.
Eric pulls the hood back down and starts banging his head into a nearby wall.
I’m nothing without that hat. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Eric bangs his head into the nearby wall.
Eric slumps to the floor. Steph sits down next to him.
Can’t you get another one?
Yeah right, Steph! Another 1962 Vintage Yankees hat? Like my grandfather just has another one of those lying around, Steph! Oh gosh. What if my grandad finds out? He’ll kick me out of his will or worse, he’ll tell grandma! And she’ll tell Aunt Tes. And she’ll tell Uncle Riley. And then he’ll say “Not now I’m watching the game!” I HAVE TO FIND THAT HAT, STEPH! WHERE IS MY HAT?! OH GOD! WHERE DID I LEAVE IT!
Eric’s freaking out! Steph grabs him!
Chill! Can you do that?! Please. Stay chill and I’ll help you find it!
Eric nods his head. Steph lets go of him. Eric opens his mouth wide. Steph stares him down. Eric shuts his mouth.
When did you notice it was gone?
This morning. I can’t
Okay. Run me through your daily routine.
INT. ERIC’S ROOM – THIS MORNING
We see Eric sleeping in his bed. His room is disturbingly filled with Yankees Memorabilia. His walls are plastered with Yankees posters from the franchise’s history. His sheets are Yankee sheets. His chair has a giant Yankee TEDDY BEAR on it. Eric’s fast asleep under the covers with his butt in the air.
My usual routine for Monday. First I wake up for my morning class. I get up and make my bed first thing. I wan to start my day off good.
An alarm goes off and it scares the bejeesus out of him!
Eric flops out of bed like a fish. He’s only wearing underwear! Derek Jeter’s wide grin smiles from the center of his bum. He panics and runs right into his Yankee Teddy Bear. He holds his back in pain and limps toward the bathroom.
INT. ERIC’S BATHROOM- DAY
Eric’s bathroom is the same as his room, Yankees stuff. There’s even Yankees toothpaste.
Then I like put on deodorant. And then like brush my teeth. And try to catch a quick shower.
Eric stumbles into the room, still holding his back. He gazes into the mirror and tries to fix his horrendous hair. He takes out SPRAY DEODORANT with Alex Rodriguez on the side of it.
It’s empty. He shrugs his shoulders and chucks it behind him. It lands on a large pile of empty canisters.
He grabs his toothbrush. He brushes vigorously, so vigorously that it FLIES out of his hands and straight into the toilet!
Eric glances down into the toilet bowl. It’s filthy. Greenish-brown with a yellow tint.
He PLUNGES his arm into the depths of the toilet, splashing water all over himself.
Can you get to the hat already?
INT. ERIC’S ROOM – LAST MONDAY MORNING
I usually keep it in a special safe place. Nobody would ever think to look.
Eric unzips the back of the teddy bear. He checks to see if anyone’s around then pulls THE HAT of it. The hat is beat up and has several stains of questionable origin on it.
Eric breathes in the scent of the hat. Then places it on his head like a crown. It covers his head completely. He looks like a normal person now. Eric walks out of the room, beaming.
INT. SMITHSONIAN HALL – DAY
So you had the hat when you left your house today?
Yeah! That was the last time I saw it.
What was the first class you took today?
INT. SOCIOLOGY 101 – THIS MORNING
Boring lecture. Eric is in the back. His legs are propped up on his desk with his cap over his face. He’s snoring up a storm. He sporadically scratches his crotch to the disdain of the GIRL sitting next to him.
My socialism class.
No. I took that last semester.
INT. SMITHSONIAN HALL – DAY
Wait! Isn’t that the class with The Chad in it?!
The Chad. Eric you don’t know The Chad? He’s the biggest guy on campus! Really big. Not the good kind of muscly big. Not that I like muscles on guys that much anyway.
Steph extends her arms to show his size. Eric’s lost.
He definitely stole your hat!
INT. SOCIOLOGY 101 – THIS MORNING
THE CHAD, a behemoth of a man, waddles in behind Eric. He belly-laughs to himself then swipes Eric’s hat off his head.
How can you be so sure?
He’s a Red Sox fan, Eric! How could you not know that?
The Chad carefully places a Red Sox Hat on Eric’s head.
INT. HALLWAY- AFTERNOON
A Red Sox fan?! That explains this!
Eric whips out a Red Sox hat out of his backpack.
That son of a gun! I’ll throttle him! I’ll knock his block off!
Eric pops up from the floor with reinvigorated energy with his dukes up.
Do you even know where he lives?
Eric deflates like a popped balloon back to floor.
It’s over. I’ll never get it back.
(rolling her eyes)
He’s a sophomore so he lives in Parker Hall.
Eric springs back up.
To Parker Hall!
Eric kicks open a door in front of him and sprints away!
INT. OUTSIDE THE CHAD’S ROOM- DAY
A yellow door with a Boston Red Sox 2004 World Champions poster is seen. Below the poster is “THE CHAD’S CHAMBER” written in red marker.
Eric zooms down the hallway past the door. Steph walks down the hall and stops at the Chad’s door.
(panting and yelling)
Eric! His room’s down here!
Eric walks back to Steph. He bends over and pants.
Hat. I gotta get it back.
You got that figured out?
Course I do doll.
What did I tell about calling me, doll?
So here’s the plan. I’ll knock on the door. He’s a Red Sox fan. He’ll attack me out of sheer jealousy since his team sucks complete balls! Worse than the Mets! And they really suck! Then I’ll put the boots to him. He’ll beg for mercy. I’ll kick him while he’s down and get the hat back.
Put the boots to him? Have you seen this guy?
The bigger they are, the harder I hit.
Eric rolls up his sleeve and flexes his stringy arms.
Right. Go stand over there. I’ll get your stupid old hat.
Oh. I see where you’re going with this. You’ll lull him into a false sense of security and then I’ll clobber him.
Eric winks at her and then sneaks down the hallway out of sight.
Steph shakes her head and knocks on the door. Tremendous footsteps shake the hall way. The Chad swings his door open. He’s squeezed into a quadruple extra large Red Sox t-shirt. He glowers down at Steph. Inside of his room, in the middle of his desk is ERIC’S HAT.
The Chad’s voice is deep and booming.
Who dares to touch The Chad’s door?!
What business do you have with The Chad, woman?
Are you like serious with this third person talking?
The Chad is eternally serious.
You took my friend’s hat.
The Chad have not a clue what speak of woman.
Steph points at the hat. The Chad tilts his massive body slightly to the left to block the sight of it.
THE CHAD (CONT’D)
That is the Chad’s hat.
You expect me to believe you of all people would own a Yankees hat?
The Chad doesn’t expect you to believe anything. The Chad expects you to get out of the Chad’s face, stop wasting the Chad’s time and skee-daddle!
The Chad slams the door closed.
Right. Okay. I’ll leave.
Steph turns and starts to walk away.
THE CHAD (O.S.)
I’ll go home. Fire up my computer, go online. Maybe hop on twitter! So many people on there these days. Maybe I’ll tweet at the Red Sox. They’ll love to know all about how one of their biggest fans is starting a Yankees hat collection.
The Chad’s door bursts open!
No! Not Twitter! The Chad will become a laughingstock in front of all the Red Sox Nation! Woman have mercy on The Chad!
The Chad grovels at her feet.
Give me the hat.
It’s clobbering time!
Eric runs down the hall, right into a FAKE PLANT! He topples it over and falls flat on his face! The Chad and Steph shake their heads.
Just like a Yankees fan to get riled up over nothing.
The Chad hurls Eric’s hat out of his room.
THE CHAD (CONT’D)
Here! Take it! I don’t want the hat of a team that hasn’t won a championship in years. Haha! Suck it Yankee Doodle!
(picking himself off the floor)
Yeah well, at least I can see my own feet.
Hey! Shut up!
The Chad scurries away and slams the door shut. Steph holds her nose and picks up Eric’s hat. She hands it to him.
Eric grasps it like it is his first born son. He kisses the hat then smells it. Steph nearly vomits.
I missed you.
He places it on his head. The universal order has been restored.
EXT. OUTSIDE PARKER HALL- LATE AFTERNOON
Thanks Steph. I don’t know what I would have done without your help.
Just promise me, you won’t lose it again.
Sure thing doll.
A strong wind whisks the hat right off Eric’s head.
Eric runs after it. Steph rolls her eyes and heads off in the opposite direction
FADE TO BLACK.
“Circumstances dictate where you start—a single mother raised Kam Chancellor to become the man he is today—but each individual determines his course.
Where I came from, in Compton, kids were brainwashed into thinking that if they weren’t athletes or rappers or drug dealers they were nothing.
My son will understand that he’s in control of his own destiny and that education, work ethic and discipline will guide him to an even better life than I’ve enjoyed. He’ll be the man who makes this world a better place through positive actions and influence.”
– Richard Sherman, February 2nd issue of Sports Illustrated.
Czech animated short film on the effects of Communism. I first saw this in an animation class during college. It’s 17 minutes long. I wonder if you could show a short like this in a movie theater today. I’d love to see an audience react to this upon seeing it the first time. A chilling tale.
The year is 2015. WCW is dead. TNA is running on fumes. The only remnants of ECW left are the chants when Paul Heyman comes to the ring. Vince McMahon has succeeded in becoming the biggest game in town. Wrestling is Vince’s vision. Wrestlers have come to know this well.
When a wrestler comes into the WWE, they will be broken down. They will be retaught, renamed and re-gimmicked. Their history stripped from them. It doesn’t matter if they were the biggest star. Just look at Bubba Ray last night. He was the top heel in TNA. He slimmed down and had the best run of his career.
Then he comes out during the Royal Rumble and he’s Bubba Ray Dudley, midcard tag wrestler. Thrown out in a few minutes. Because if it’s not WWE, it does not exist.
Wrestlers have no leverage. They walk on egg-shells. If they don’t stay in line, they will be punished. Their livelihoods taken away. If they try to grab that brass ring, they risk punishment too. If they aren’t chosen, they’ve done wrong in Vince McMahon’s eyes. They will be punished. Even if it comes at the expense of the company’s profit. Just ask Christian.
In 2005, Christian had found all the pieces. The fans loved his Captain Charisma gimmick. His merchandise was selling out. He was so popular that then golden boys, Batista and John Cena, got booed in segments against him. What was Christian’s reward for connecting with the audience and selling merchandise? He lost every match for nearly a year. He was given a new nickname, Creepy Little Bastard. He was taken off the A-show and shipped to Smackdown, and then later Velocity. He would leave the WWE in frustration by the end of that year.
What crime did he commit to deserve this? He got popular without being chosen and so he was punished. WWE did the same thing to Zack Ryder back in 2011. Zack Ryder became popular using social media. He started to move merchandise. Can’t have that. So they crushed him.
WWE is not a meritocracy. Those who succeed there only do so because Vince wills it. There is only one last challenge to Vince’s vision of professional wrestling.
Roman Reigns won the Royal Rumble and was immediately rejected by the fans.Not even the most electrifying man in sports entertainment could protect him from the nuclear heat that the fans in Philadelphia sent his way.
His crowning moment sparked outrage. #CancelWWENetwork started to trend shortly after the PPV ended.
Vince had his idea of who should win the Rumble. The fans had theirs. Their chosen hero was Daniel Bryan.
Vince knew who the fans wanted. To him, they wanted wrong. The fans had to get with the program. This is not a show made for them. This is a show they watch. They should be appreciative to Vince for bringing wrestling to them. They are out-of-touch.
They must submit.
Bruce Mitchell of PWtorch brought this dilemma up during 2013’s atrocious fall season. Vince is trying to fight his own fans. He thinks himself wiser than them. More in-touch with the times than them.
They will cheer the wrestlers he tells them to cheer. They will boo the wrestlers he tells them to boo. They will tweet the hashtags he tells them to tweet. And if they don’t, they too will be punished. They will be mocked.
Who will come out on top in this wrestling war? Vince always wins in the end.
This time will be no different.
“Power corrupts; absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
Do you believe that there is a person out there who is absolutely perfect for you?
Let’s take this idea that there’s a person born that is perfect for you romantically.
What are they doing before you meet them?
I’d imagine they’d have relationships before you. They can’t repulse everyone around them. Maybe those people are not as perfect for them as you, but you’re not in the picture yet. They can’t be alone. What if they go steady with someone else that’s pretty good. It gets serious and they end up getting married. Ten years later, they live with this person and have children with them. And then finally you show up in their life.
It’s a Black Friday sale at Walmart. They are there to get their children a Christmas gift. You’re there to buy a new television. You get shoved into them by the mob of people. Your eyes meet. Fireworks instantly. You strike up a conversation. You help them get that game console. You feel a connection. But what then?
Is your one supposed to leave their partner, sunder their family because of how perfect you are for them? Would you will them too? Were you too late for your one? Can someone else be with them?
What if you meet them too early?
You’re in your teens and you meet this person underneath the bleachers. Your first partner. And you’re their everything. They treat you the right way. They accept you and expect no more than for you to be you. If all goes right, you’ll be happy for years.
But you’re young. Commitment is scary. The same person for the rest of your life? You can’t imagine such a thing. You’re not ready for that. You want to live life. You don’t know they’re the one yet.
You’re bad at communicating your feelings. You’re young after all. So you cheat on them. And then they find out. Not from you, from a friend. You break the heart of your one. Are they supposed to come back and fight for you? Or is that it? Once their heart is broken, you’ve done it. You’ve failed your one.
What if you never meet your one? What if they and you were at a party and you spent the entire time in the bath room, never to meet again?
What if you don’t have a one? Is that allowed? Some people are born without arms. Some with tails. Some without their whole heart. What if you were born and your one wasn’t? Can you do something about it?
Or are you doomed to finding someone who is merely alright?
What if you’re a horrible person? Will your one be terrible too? Will you be terrible together?
Dragging each other down into the gutter until a perfect end together?