Post by Xplayadam on May 22, 2010 18:18:12 GMT -5
EXT. HILLS- DAY
"The New Pollution" by Beck begins playing. Bright vibrant green fills the screen, hills lumped beside each other. The sky is a light tint of blue, clouds form abstract beings that’ll be whatever you want them to be. Something lays in the deep grass in the distance.
CU- Short blonde hair, pointing up, the wind tries it’s hardest to pull it down
That thing that rolls about, it stands up. The wind has won the battle, his hair flows freely. Shirtless, thin chest hair. Skinny and pale with a square jaw and a thick beard.
CUT TO
INT. BAR
It’s dark. Someone is running about with a pig mask on, a group of people tell jokes that don’t have punch lines. There is this exotic cat rolling on the floor, his owner blows smoke into the cat’s face and gently rubs it’s belly, they’re both entranced with one another. Pym sits next to a friend.
CUT TO
INT. BLACKNESS
Pym, now in a white coat with large goggles and big white gloves looks around at the pitch black, with the ultimate fear in his eyes.
CUT TO BLACK.
"The New Pollution" by Beck begins playing. Bright vibrant green fills the screen, hills lumped beside each other. The sky is a light tint of blue, clouds form abstract beings that’ll be whatever you want them to be. Something lays in the deep grass in the distance.
Hank Pym (VO)
If you flipped 1961 upside down, it’d read 1961. This kind of year, it'll only happened once in my lifetime. To imagine that it’ll be gone soon, that we can’t say that anymore. Time is a real burden.
If you flipped 1961 upside down, it’d read 1961. This kind of year, it'll only happened once in my lifetime. To imagine that it’ll be gone soon, that we can’t say that anymore. Time is a real burden.
CU- Short blonde hair, pointing up, the wind tries it’s hardest to pull it down
Hank Pym (VO)
What is in my system, it beckons to me to do what no teacher would ever ask. The grass is gentle to me. The very fabric of what it commonly referred to as “the real world” doesn’t feel real to me anymore.
What is in my system, it beckons to me to do what no teacher would ever ask. The grass is gentle to me. The very fabric of what it commonly referred to as “the real world” doesn’t feel real to me anymore.
That thing that rolls about, it stands up. The wind has won the battle, his hair flows freely. Shirtless, thin chest hair. Skinny and pale with a square jaw and a thick beard.
CUT TO
INT. BAR
It’s dark. Someone is running about with a pig mask on, a group of people tell jokes that don’t have punch lines. There is this exotic cat rolling on the floor, his owner blows smoke into the cat’s face and gently rubs it’s belly, they’re both entranced with one another. Pym sits next to a friend.
Friend
What do you think is the scariest combination of words ever conceived?
Hank Pym
Um… dead moviestar.
(VO)
Jesus. I just scared myself.
What do you think is the scariest combination of words ever conceived?
Hank Pym
Um… dead moviestar.
(VO)
Jesus. I just scared myself.
CUT TO
INT. BLACKNESS
Pym, now in a white coat with large goggles and big white gloves looks around at the pitch black, with the ultimate fear in his eyes.
Hank Pym (VO)
This was the end, surely. The end of my life and beginning of a great adventure.
This was the end, surely. The end of my life and beginning of a great adventure.
CUT TO BLACK.
ANT-MAN
July 2010
July 2010
