Post by Hanelle on Sept 18, 2008 23:13:07 GMT -5
Here is a sneak peak of my new film "A Moral Aroma". Details are still very secret, but this opening scene of the film hopefully will peak some interest.
More details later...
EXT. DESERTED ROAD – NIGHT
The road is vacant and completely dark before headlights emerge over a hill.
They slowly approach until we can see they belong to a rundown pickup. It ZOOMS by noisily.
INT. PICKUP – NIGHT
From behind the wheel we see the bumpy dirt road as the headlights pierce through the fog.
CLOSE on radio as a hand turns the volume up. “The End” by The Doors plays softly.
EXT. PARKING LOT – NIGHT
The pickup pulls into the empty lot, stopping abruptly in a large brick wall.
A man exits the truck and walks toward the rear. His face remains hidden as he rummages through the bed of his truck, looking for SOMETHING.
EXT. UNKNOWN PLACE – NIGHT
Feet trot through damp dirt and grass. He comes to a stop.
BEAT.
A shovel slams hard into the ground as the man begins to dig.
PAN UP to reveal the man is standing in front of a small cement headstone.
He stands inside of the large recently dug hole in the ground. He continues digging until the shovel hits a barricade.
He kneels down and wipes the dirt away with his hands to see a wooden casket. He stands up and reaches over the top of the ledge and grabs a small shoulder bag.
The man takes a seat on top of the coffin. He opens his bag and pulls out two wine glasses and places them atop the coffin lid. He goes back to his bag and pulls out a rose and a bottle of red wine.
He places his hand softly on the coffin.
The face of GEORGE, late forties with a medium-build, is now revealed. He is slightly balding and his face is riddled with lines of age.
He sighs as he pours wine into both glasses.
He picks up the rose and deeply inhales the aroma. An uneasy smile creeps onto his face and fades into a somber frown.
He moves the rose to arms length and closely examines it as he spins it with his thumb and forefinger. He releases it as it lightly falls to the coffin.
George picks up his glass of wine and brings it to his mouth. ZOOM OUT as he drinks complacently.
More details later...
FADE IN:
EXT. DESERTED ROAD – NIGHT
The road is vacant and completely dark before headlights emerge over a hill.
They slowly approach until we can see they belong to a rundown pickup. It ZOOMS by noisily.
INT. PICKUP – NIGHT
From behind the wheel we see the bumpy dirt road as the headlights pierce through the fog.
RADIO D.J. (O.S.)
It's a dark, lonely night out there tonight guys and gals. I hope everyone is feelin' good and keepin' close to their loved ones this evening. Here's a little tune to take us back a couple decades. I'm sure you'll enjoy it...
It's a dark, lonely night out there tonight guys and gals. I hope everyone is feelin' good and keepin' close to their loved ones this evening. Here's a little tune to take us back a couple decades. I'm sure you'll enjoy it...
CLOSE on radio as a hand turns the volume up. “The End” by The Doors plays softly.
EXT. PARKING LOT – NIGHT
The pickup pulls into the empty lot, stopping abruptly in a large brick wall.
A man exits the truck and walks toward the rear. His face remains hidden as he rummages through the bed of his truck, looking for SOMETHING.
MAN
Damn it...
Damn it...
CUT TO:
EXT. UNKNOWN PLACE – NIGHT
Feet trot through damp dirt and grass. He comes to a stop.
BEAT.
A shovel slams hard into the ground as the man begins to dig.
PAN UP to reveal the man is standing in front of a small cement headstone.
DISSOLVE TO:
He stands inside of the large recently dug hole in the ground. He continues digging until the shovel hits a barricade.
He kneels down and wipes the dirt away with his hands to see a wooden casket. He stands up and reaches over the top of the ledge and grabs a small shoulder bag.
The man takes a seat on top of the coffin. He opens his bag and pulls out two wine glasses and places them atop the coffin lid. He goes back to his bag and pulls out a rose and a bottle of red wine.
He places his hand softly on the coffin.
MAN
God I miss you.
God I miss you.
The face of GEORGE, late forties with a medium-build, is now revealed. He is slightly balding and his face is riddled with lines of age.
He sighs as he pours wine into both glasses.
GEORGE (cont.)
I know how much you loved this wine.
I know how much you loved this wine.
He picks up the rose and deeply inhales the aroma. An uneasy smile creeps onto his face and fades into a somber frown.
GEORGE (cont.)
This rose brings back the fondest memories of you.
This rose brings back the fondest memories of you.
He moves the rose to arms length and closely examines it as he spins it with his thumb and forefinger. He releases it as it lightly falls to the coffin.
George picks up his glass of wine and brings it to his mouth. ZOOM OUT as he drinks complacently.
FADE OUT.