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What I tell you, in time, becomes true.
(A surrealist jaunt for modern times) By GB Hajim |
Opening. Ext. Night. A two headed batlike creature flying in front of a yellow moon in a purple sky duets in harmony: "All on a purple evening, all blazing, in flight, with both our wings,quite easily, by little minds and might, while little mouths drooling call, our thoughts become sight." It flies above a mast. Pan down to a small boat in a gentle breeze. A old fat ugly short captain is being accosted by three beautiful tall muses in sing song rhyme. Captain (While approaching the muses seductively) Ah bless-ed Three! In such a schooner, Beneath such merry weather, to pour a drink of bloody wine to inebriate beyond measure no who could who would deny your three tongues together. The first muse pokes a finger into his chest. La primera revolutionario, ella me dijo... (The first revolutionary, she told me...) First Muse (latina w/wild billowing black hair) Nosotros estamos el junto! (We are the conspiracy!) Captain The second voice was strong and sure... Second Muse (Irish woman w/red hair) While grabbing Captain by his collar. Give us Reason, True and Pure! Captain (nervously): Then the third shouted out! Third Muse (Black woman w/Blond hair) She holds him to the edge of the boat where sharks await in the water "Don't jib us no jive, you lazy stout!" Captain(trying to regain composure) Are you from the valley of Death? Begone my fear of evil. Look what swoops above us all Alighting brightest steeple Rainbows tremble in her eyes she demands of the people. Angel (An Asian woman-Yoko Ono?) In the Captains dream space an Angel flies to a white church steeple in the middle of a big field of green grass surrounded by hundreds of people. When soberer souls had lost The sparkle in their eyes When dryer lips pursed nearly The questions in their cries "There will be an answer" And it did wander by. The camera pulls back and drops to reveal a procession of Buddhist monks. Cut Back to Angel looking down-somehow transformed. This life is but a fiendish plot with lazy hand delivered turned the children into beasts bright smiles did sever Now, the tide will blow them back unto never, never. The wind picks up multiple shots of congregation getting upset and getting into their cars and driving away from the church. Scene II Narrator sits in a big armchair while a rear screen projection fills with films illustrating his various points. Narrator Few people are concerned with life, except of course the General in war. They are more concerned with themselves, and society, and theories, epitomes, episiotomies, mastectomies, vasectomies, appendectomies, and eulogies. I must offer an apology, or at least some accountance. Many will be maddened by what follows. I find it difficult to imagine the kind of person who will bear every digression, maybe a Billy Burroughs or a Henry David Thoreau. Scene III Working for the Yankee Dollar Int. Bed room Alarm goes off. 3:00 am. Int. inner ear a stirrup shaped bone rubs another bone as a wind blows cobwebs and moves the hairs of the middle ear. ECU Super blood shot eyes open. ECU of feet compressing the nylon rug while walking ECU of hand scratching balls through yellow flannel pajamas while walking. ECU of hot water hitting the skin. Groans of pain/pleasure. The sound of streams-then waterfalls-then the ocean. ECU of label of white briefs being picked up CU of dry cleaned wrapped in plastic pants being slid off a hanger CU of label of silk shirt CU of breath in/stomach sucking & belt tightening down. CU of Fridge opening Pan across Minutemaid, Steak in plastic, Land-O-Quakes, Dannon Yogurt, Coca-Cola, and Evian CU of microwaving coffee cup. Int. Commuter Train. Dolly down the aisle. No faces just magazines held up: Wall Street Journals, BusinessWeeks, US NEWS and World Reports, Fortune and The New York Times. Just as the camera passes each row of seats the men in them just happen to be adjusting their balls. A short of Manhattan front the train window rack focus to reveal Georges reflection in the window looking out starting to hyperventilate. He turns away from the window. Cut to front view of him breathing faster in rhythm with the train sounds. Conductors voice "Final Stop-Grand Central Station." Empty Aisle shot. Sound of Gun Shot. Shot of greyhounds beginning a race from head on. Announcer's voice "..and they're off." Time lapse. People get up and exit train in high speed from head on. Platform shot. Time Lapse. People leaving train. Parallel editing with greyhounds. CU of marble surface. Pull up to Long shot/time lapse overhead of Grand Central Lobby people rushing. Announcer's Voice "it's a tight pack as they go into the first turn." Time lapse ext. of people leaving GCS. A hooker walks in front of the crowd. A slow motion shot of the electronic rabbit bait (wearing red lipstick) with greyhounds in the distance. Dolly leading shot of George moving out in front of the crowd. Parallel edit with greyhounds. Annnouncer's Voice "Grind 'n Caffiene have the favor." Timelapse of street corner with panhandle sitting. Crowd rushes by and the panhandler vanishes. Announcer's Voice "...but Young St.George takes the lead." Parallel edit with lone greyhound out in front He walks into a building. Into the elevator Greyhound about to cross finish line Out of the elevator. Greyhound crossing finish line George walks into office. Electronic rabbit slows to a stop. Dog stops and eyes rabbit in slow motion. Shot of What's Her Name Secretary, red high heels, calves, thigh with split skirt, past her ass, (keep intercutting with dog with panting), cleavage, and stop on red lips. Whahena Secretary "Ge-orgy take it ea-sy. We’re going to have a long hot day." Quick pull back to reveal busy office. Whahena moves toward and past George. George walks into his cubicle. Presses the on button for his megaquantumturbosystemparallelprocessingmotherboard computer and at some far away nuclear power plant the needle go down a degree. George puts on his headset (his virtual reality display) and waits nervously staring at the black display. At the power plant a foreman shouts "Better slip another rod in!" A technician lowers another rod into the nuclear array. The power needle rises a notch and George's computer comes on with a "oh baby" groan "I feel so good again". George smiles as he adjusts his crotch. George's 'virtual secretary' scantily clad and says "You have to get the capitalization charts done and to the brokers in an hour before the market opens so no time for any nasty stuff. The essential changes on the index are related to Standard Oil of Somolia's closure of their Artic Drilling project and....." George begins to throw blobs and gobs on a 2 dimensional maze to inform the traders of their relative position in today's market. Scene IV Daniel Cromwell A young boy imagines himself in Moscow visiting the Anti-god Museum in the 50's during Kruschev. He walks across Red Square to the museum which is housed in what had been a church. He walks through the grand marbled hallways alone and slows to a stop in front of a display that exposed the claims of clerical chicanery. The first of which that showed how the priests preserved the bodies of saints to foster stronger belief in the Russian Orthodox Church and claimed that "saint's do not decay when they die, but pass intact into Heaven." The exhibit nearby showed the remains of saints that had decayed due to improper preservation. The ghost of Malcom Muggeridge appears at Daniel's side "Do not scoff, one generation finds lies at the center of the previous generation, so will you find lies here today for across the way lies Lenin, lain since his death, under twenty-four hour military watch, to be stared upon by an endless procession of visitors. Truly the secularists need their relics quite as much as the religious. Truth is exposed by the death of the acclaimed." As Daniel's thought's lifted him high above Red Square and the snow began to fall, he imagined the great assassination attempts of his birthday: Hinkle and Reagan. Daniel sits at his window with a picture of Hinkley on his wall 'neath the motto: "He got a shot at the man, let's give him a shot at the job. Hinkley in '88." Daniel looks in a mirror and sees himself with a beard and a man leaning to him "My Lord, last night I dreamt that Saint Peter came down alighting my very doorstep and told me you are destined for Heaven." Daniel says to the mirror "it is September 11th, 1649. I am my ancestor Lord Oliver Cromwell. It is dawn." He turns away from the mirror and indeed he is Lord Cromwell and he strides out into the morning light in his armor. He mounts his horse and rides with his army to a village where the people are leaving church and cuts hundreds to pieces in a matter of seconds. As he stares into the blood, he sees Lord Cromwell age and died and his head placed in the ante chapel at Sidney Sussex college with a plaque: "Near this place lies the head of Oliver Cromwell, Lord Protector of the Commonwealth of England, Scotland, and Ireland, fellow commoner of this college 1616-1617." "Not bad for a young man who stole his college's silver to pay for his first battle." Daniel is at his desk now. A skull sits upon it. The writing on the skull reveals that it is that of a great magician of India: Satya Saibaba died 1996 Banglor, Buddhaparte, India. Daniel speaks to it, "Truthfully my friend, on such a masterpiece of dead oak, what thinks you of the slaughter of Catholics today?" A small snake slithers out of the eye socket of the skull and says "pssa pssa" rather loudly. Daniel reaches for the curtain and guillotines the beam of sunlight. The room is lit by a single candle. The serpent crawls across the arm of the chair and along the back into Daniel's long brown hair. He focuses his attention on the desktop and as his eyes adjust he sees cockroaches run across the table to feed on a decaying rat. Daniel picks them up one at a time between his thumb and ring finger, placing them in a copper urn. "Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gire and gimble in the wabe all mimsy were the borogroves and the momes wrathe outgrabe" Daniel dropped a match into the urn and with a crackle flames shot up. Scene V The Marketplace George speeds along the virtual maze throwing vertical column of numbers on the walls with arrows indicating which way the traders should go depending on market fluxuations. Suddenly, a concrete clown blocks one of the corridors. "notime for that" his sultry operating system says as she pulls a gun from her leather waiststrap and blasts away at the concrete clown which explodes into hundred of cockroaches. The impact cracked the walls of the maze and the bugs crawl into the cracks. A pan of a room full of men and some women (with naked men in THEIR virtual displays). Some with bulbous vacuums in front of them which silently suck some of the smoke from their cigarettes. The room is filled with tension. It is 8:59 and no trading maze. Back in the maze, the operating system has become a dominatrix and whips George "Move fast." He is turned into a centaur and she rides him belting him with her riding crop. He finishes with the maze and sends it downline. The clock goes to nine am and the trading room is suddenly noisy as a slaughterhouse and in the room next door George removes his headmount display and hears the sounds of cars honking on the street and goes to lunch. Copyright 2003 GB Hajim |
