Day 8: A Script About Drugs or Alcohol
Hello, Visitors!
Look at this! I made it to the end of week one!
So, to celebrate, here's something a little bit different today for Day 8 of the challenge.
Todays script is not a new script, but is in fact an old one. A very old one. Let me explain:
Drugs or alcohol are - in my present writing - incredibly prevalent, as I have for the last few years been working on a story about just that subject. So why not share with you a taste of it? Not only share, but explore it's origins. The very beginning of a tale I've been trying to crack for a decade. Trace back it's family tree so to speak? I thought it would also be a great opportunity to show, hopefully at least, how much I've grown as a writer. *fingers crossed*
At present, I am writing my first feature - currently entitled Elegy for an Echo. This film is based upon a play I wote that has been produced twice - once as a two hour, two act play and once as a fifty minute shorter piece. This play, was in turn, built out from a short film I made in my undergrad. That short film is what you are about to read.
Now I don't really want to talk about the current incarnation of the story, whatever it will eventually be called, but details of the play are available in the depths of the internet - including a fantastic one star review from The Scotsman! Although, even that play, bares very little resemblance to the script attached below - the very core concept of the drug remains unchanged, but almost everything else is different.
The original short was a hastily written piece to replace a script we had thats central premise was so weak and unoriginal that as director - I refused to shoot it. (Ah, the arrogance of clueless undergrads). Thus what followed is a textbook display of everything that is wrong with student shorts - characters in their twenties, locations that can easily be shot in student houses, and thinking that smoking joints makes characters cool. Even the script itself lacks anything of any tangible weight - there's no conflict, no resolution, no basic structure, the dialogue is awful, and it possibly contains the most unconvincing drug dealer ever (who was played by me in a desperate last minute casting requirement).
Despite its many, many, many failings, the script planted a seed that has - over the last decade grown into a story I'm incredibly proud of, and very excited to finally have the discipline and confidence to tackle fully.
After going through the script and giving it a little spruce (spelling and formatting) I felt I could share it relatively unchanged. I genuinely have not looked at it in ten years and it is embarrassing, but it also marks a step in my journey - and I have some incredibly fond memories of it, and everything that has come out of it
So here it is, the script of a young man who thought he knew absolutely everything, and knew pretty much nothing. I've even left the original title page on it.
Please (don't) enjoy: Elegy. The original.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ib3ODwS7Wb7hNC92ZNyAQFRd-jJmSwhw/view?usp=sharing
P.S. Things may get a little sporadic and delayed for the next wee while, as I'm now having to work from home for the next two weeks.
Look at this! I made it to the end of week one!
So, to celebrate, here's something a little bit different today for Day 8 of the challenge.
Todays script is not a new script, but is in fact an old one. A very old one. Let me explain:
Drugs or alcohol are - in my present writing - incredibly prevalent, as I have for the last few years been working on a story about just that subject. So why not share with you a taste of it? Not only share, but explore it's origins. The very beginning of a tale I've been trying to crack for a decade. Trace back it's family tree so to speak? I thought it would also be a great opportunity to show, hopefully at least, how much I've grown as a writer. *fingers crossed*
At present, I am writing my first feature - currently entitled Elegy for an Echo. This film is based upon a play I wote that has been produced twice - once as a two hour, two act play and once as a fifty minute shorter piece. This play, was in turn, built out from a short film I made in my undergrad. That short film is what you are about to read.
Now I don't really want to talk about the current incarnation of the story, whatever it will eventually be called, but details of the play are available in the depths of the internet - including a fantastic one star review from The Scotsman! Although, even that play, bares very little resemblance to the script attached below - the very core concept of the drug remains unchanged, but almost everything else is different.
The original short was a hastily written piece to replace a script we had thats central premise was so weak and unoriginal that as director - I refused to shoot it. (Ah, the arrogance of clueless undergrads). Thus what followed is a textbook display of everything that is wrong with student shorts - characters in their twenties, locations that can easily be shot in student houses, and thinking that smoking joints makes characters cool. Even the script itself lacks anything of any tangible weight - there's no conflict, no resolution, no basic structure, the dialogue is awful, and it possibly contains the most unconvincing drug dealer ever (who was played by me in a desperate last minute casting requirement).
Despite its many, many, many failings, the script planted a seed that has - over the last decade grown into a story I'm incredibly proud of, and very excited to finally have the discipline and confidence to tackle fully.
After going through the script and giving it a little spruce (spelling and formatting) I felt I could share it relatively unchanged. I genuinely have not looked at it in ten years and it is embarrassing, but it also marks a step in my journey - and I have some incredibly fond memories of it, and everything that has come out of it
So here it is, the script of a young man who thought he knew absolutely everything, and knew pretty much nothing. I've even left the original title page on it.
Please (don't) enjoy: Elegy. The original.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ib3ODwS7Wb7hNC92ZNyAQFRd-jJmSwhw/view?usp=sharing
P.S. Things may get a little sporadic and delayed for the next wee while, as I'm now having to work from home for the next two weeks.
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