#1: LIGHT
first day of video production school:
dont shoot unless you have enough light
and pay attention to the focus
and on the flipside, if its dark, dont use it
if its out of focus, dont use it
please don't post dark videos of anything
especially dont post dark videos of the premiere party
#2: AUDIO
si el audio no sirve, el video no sirve
use a good microphone
shoot in a quiet place
#3: ONSCREEN TALENT
si la persona va a salir en camara esa persona tiene que ser BONITA
o por lo menos BIEN ARREGLADA
estas locas horripilantes todas sudadas y mangajas -eso ni es
yo sugeriria que los corresponsales se mantengan fuera de camara
que solamente se escuche su voz,
hay que disminuir su presencia en camara como un 80%
los videos no son sobre ellos ni su fama
producers are not supposed to be on camera
#4. TALKING
hay que conseguirle clases de diccion y español al que sea que va a salir hablando en camara
aunque solo se escuche su voz
por favor que NO GRITEN
y por favor que no copien los habitos gallos de los 'presentadores' de la television panameña,
que son malisimos de por si
#5. SHOOTING
*CLOSEUPS PLEASE*
el reportaje de la loca del 'festival de cine' enseña dos manes incomodos parados como en un mall
y filmados de casi cuerpo entero
eso es como si tuvieras una conversacion con alguien desde la otra esquina del cuarto
no tiene sentido
you want to make the viewer feel like he's listening in on a private conversation
el espectador quiere ver caras up close
expresiones
ojos
boca
no cinturas y gente bruja pasando detras
la camara es como tener un ojo biónico
usen el fucking zoom!
si eso significa que tienen que filmar con tripode
porque aun no tienen maña suficiente para tomar closeups en handheld
entonces pongan la camara en un tripode
#6. CONTENT
no estan haciendo programas de television
asi que los videos no tienen que parecer un segmento de Los Grandes De La Musica
los videos pueden ser de 30 segundos o de un minuto y medio
en vez de 'un noticiero'
porque no 'capsulas informativas'?
en vez de un show de travestis o un concurso de belleza
pedacitos de entrevistas o de gente bailando
que si las reinas de tus beauty pageants?
escoge las tres mas extrovertidas y bonitas
60 segundos con cada una
las puedes enseñar shopping vestidos
haciendo algo interesante y funny pero aun real a la situacion
NO 'maquillandose"
puedes hacer vainas que parezcan que estan sucediendo en vivo
sin musica, sin efectos
pero debe ser algo que este ocurriendo en tiempo real
una carrera
o una competencia de algo
it must be fun
not like canal once
keywords: short snappy fun clear
con luz
con los presentadores FUERA de camara
#7. POST-PRODUCTION
cuando editas los videos, las introducciones y las partes donde los corresponsales le hablan a la camara puedes reemplazarlas en post
con narracion
o con texto en pantalla
tener una cabeza hablandole a la camara (sobre todo en el estilo exagerado y falso de 'siganme a ver que hay por aca!)
es lo mas aburrido y cliché que hay
#8. GRAPHICS
metele graphic design a esa vaina:
bumps
wraps
transitions
si el contenido es mierdezco
por lo menos ponlo en una caja bonita
envuelta con buen papel de regalo y un bow inmenso
no quieres contenido mierdezco
en una caja de papel manila
#9 MUSIC
metele musica y sound effects
esas voces de esas locas no son exactamente la cosa mas agradable
asi que disfraza con musica y sound effects
#10. FARRA
porque no empiezas a construir la GUIA GAY en audiovisual?
videillos de menos de un minuto enseñando las vainas cuecas que hay que hacer en panama
de manera que alguien que no sabe nada -porque es turista, o porque esta en el closet-
por lo menos aprenda como reconocer BLG
o como decirle al taxi que lo lleve a la BOX
tambien puedes crear como unos PODCASTS
solo audio o audio acompañado de un slideshow de fotos
ya esto puede ser mas largo con mas explicaciones
o pones dizque a dos locas a discutir
sobre cual es la mejor hora para ir al sauna
dont be afraid to be bold and attention-grabbing
cuecos can get away with pretty much anything nowadays
NOTAS GENERALES:
I. keep in mind you are NOT making television
so it doesnt have to look like television
puedes filmar entrevistas de millones de maneras
mientras mas relax y casual
y menos 'formal' y 'de medios' mejor
II. intenta que la programacion no sea 100% locas y travestis y concursos de belleza y coreografia
pero que tambien haya vainas cool para toda clase de cuecos
incluye vainas de musica electronica
gossip sobre programas de tele
tips de como como tomarse un buen tequila
que corbata esta de moda
que sea mas amplia la programacion
para que todos los tipos de cuecos encuentren algo interesante que ver
III. keep an eye on the DETAILS
si las descripciones de los videos, o los posts en facebook
estan llenos de faltas ortográficas
o de mal español
it makes the videos themselves look worse
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Monday, June 07, 2010
The YEYOS Movie
En la Ciudad del Istmo, mundos existen dentro de mundos. Y en todos los barrios de la capital hay aquellos que no se contienen en solo uno.
The YEYOS Movie cuenta los traumas y epifanías de un trío de nuevos amigos:
El Pez -El Pornógrafo
Jotade - El Modelo
Revulú - El Periodista
Los tres forjan un club exclusivo de brothers, donde la unica regla es que No Hay Que Pretender.
YEYOS amplifica las voces de hombrecitos que conoces pero que nunca has escuchado -sus sueños, sus aventuras y sus últimas palabras al agonizar.
Para los YEYOS solo quedan dos clases en este Istmo:
1. Las niñas que aun no entienden que la libertad te la otorgas tu mismo y
2. Los machos que emergen ilesos de una procesión de closets.
Hipérbole episódica y autobiográfica,
YEYOS es un melodrama Caribeño de renacimientos múltiples,
un coming-of-age tale multiplicado por tres
con besos y lágrimas y algo de sangre.
Al final, queda claro que un hombre de verdad es el que tiene las agallas de vivir su vida como le da la gana.
Hemos dicho.**
**PD: The YEYOS Movie enseña la cruda realidad, pero no contiene tiroteos ni gangsters ni crímenes que no sean de pura pasión.
In Isthmus, worlds exist within worlds. And in every neighborhood of the capital city there are a few souls that can't limit themselves to just one.
Pioneers, outlaws, migrants: YEYOS might be the scorn of upstanding Isthmenian citizenry, but that is precisely their power. A Yeyo has no reason to pretend.
The YEYOS Movie tells of the traumas and epiphanies of three new friends:
El Pez -The Pornographer
Jotade -The Model
Revulú -The Journalist
The triad start an exclusive, brothers-only club with only one rule: No Fronting Allowed.
YEYOS amplifies the voices of the small men you know, but have never heard from -their dreams and misadventures and agonizing last words.
To YEYOS only two types remain in Isthmus City:
1. Little girls who have yet to understand that you grant your own freedoms, and
2. Machos who emerge unscathed from a succession of closets.
An episodic, autobiographic hyperbole,
YEYOS is a Caribbean melodrama of multiple rebirths,
a coming-of-age tale multiplied by three
with kisses and tears and a splash of blood.
Thus we have spoken.**
**PS: The YEYOS Movie depicts raw reality, but it is free of gunfights, gangsters, and any crimes that are not of the heart.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
NYILFF2010 FRY
FRYROBERT LATORRE05-22-2010
INT NIGHT. LOBBY.
DECO grabs ENVELOPE from the CONCIERGE, counts the CASH inside, and walks through the REVOLVING DOORS.
______
EXT NIGHT. STREET.
Almost immediately upon exiting a THIEF starts following DECO. SHE gives no indication of noticing.
DECO rolls and lights up a JOINT.
Deco VO:
LO PEOR QUE PUEDEN DECIR DE MI ES QUE SOY FUMONA Y PUTA.
Y DE PUTA, NO HAY EVIDENCIA. PURO CUENTO.
The THIEF makes a run at DECO, but in one quick move SHE sidesteps HIM and trips HIM. DECO pins the THIEF to the ground with her BOOT. SHE produces a LARGE TASER GUN from her BAG and shoots it into the THIEF's back.
Deco [humming]:
LA VIDA TE DA SORPRESAS...
DECO waves the TASER GUN around as if it was a lit torch. Other FIGURES retreat into shadows.
Deco [humming]:
SORPRESAS TE DA LA VIDA, CAMARÁ.
DECO keeps walking and whistling and disappears into the night.
_____
INT DUSK. METRO.
INTERTITLE: "THIRTY CYCLES LATER"
WAGA stands among other BROTHERS wearing similar WHITE UNIFORMS. SHE alone wears a WHITE BACKPACK, enormous HEADPHONES and a handmade PATCH on her chest that reads "THE ART OF CONVERSATION IS DEAD"
WAGA looks straight ahead, without blinking. Her left eye is bruised.
Deco VO:
AS I WAS SAYING, LO UNICO QUE PUEDEN DECIR DE MI ES QUE SOY FUMONA Y PUTA.
Y DE PUTA NO HAY EVIDENCIA. PURO CUENTO.
_____
EXT NIGHT. RECRUITMENT MIXER. An unsanctioned party at an abandoned BASKETBALL COURT.
DECO is onstage, nearing the end of her act.
Deco:
LA GENTE EN ESTA COLONIA VIVEN ATERRORIZADOS DEL QUE-DIRAN! AY PERO SI ME VEN HACIENDO ESO... AY QUE DESPUES SE ENTERA FULANA...
MAAAAN!
WAGA is in the audience. She has changed out of her UNIFORM and is now wearing colorful handmade CLOTHING. SHE still wears a patch that reads "THE ART OF CONVERSATION IS DEAD."
WAGA laughs.
Deco:
LO UNICO QUE MATA EL QUE-DIRAN ES DECIRLO. DECIRLO A TODA BOCA: 'HOY ME COMI TRES RABOS Y CUARENTA MOTAS... Y QUE?'The AUDIENCE -most of them wearing similarly colorful handmade CLOTHES, a few still wearing their WHITE UNIFORMS- explodes in laughter and applause.
DECO takes the BOOK back to WAGA.
___
EXT NIGHT . RECRUITMENT MIXER.
WAGA hovers BACKSTAGE, holding a RED BOOK, visibly worn and used. DECO appears with a BODYGUARD. SHE stands aside while the BODYGUARD takes the BOOK from WAGA and examines it.
The BODYGUARD brings the BOOK to DECO. SHE looks closely at it, then opens it and shakes it -all sorts of NOTES and POST-ITS fall out.
DECO takes the BOOK back to WAGA.
Deco:
WHO GAVE YOU THIS?
Waga:
WILL YOU SIGN IT?
Deco:
WHO GAVE IT TO YOU?
Waga:
MY GUIDE.
Deco:
IT'S REALLY YOURS?
Waga:
YES, MA'AM.
Deco:
COME WITH ME.
_____
EXT NIGHT. RECRUITMENT MIXER.
GUARDS surround the abandoned BASKETBALL COURT and break-up the party. There's a lot of screaming, a lot of running and shoving. Some beat-downs. A couple of GUARDS use TASER GUNS on the KIDS.
GUARDS surround the abandoned BASKETBALL COURT and break-up the party. There's a lot of screaming, a lot of running and shoving. Some beat-downs. A couple of GUARDS use TASER GUNS on the KIDS.
A lucky few escape into the BUSHES.
The GUARDS then start shaking down the KIDS for CASH, WATCHES, various TECHNO-GADGETS, and even their SNEAKERS, before filing them off into TRUCKS.
________
Emergency LOGO for TRASHBEACH TELEVISION.
Announcer over PHOTOGRAPHS and TEXT. The PHOTOGRAPHS show WAGA in STREET CLOTHES with long brown HAIR.
Announcer:
EL SIGUIENTE ES UN SERVICIO SOCIAL DE CANAL TRECE.
LA NIÑA JOSEFINA DEL RIO HA SIDO REPORTADA PERDIDA POR SUS PADRES MARTIN DEL RIO Y NEREYDA GONZALEZ DEL RIO.
LA NIÑA FUE VISTA POR ULTIMA VEZ EN LOS PREDIOS DEL JARDIN DE PAZ.
VESTIA UNA BLUSA AMARILLA Y UNA FALDA AZUL.
LA NIÑA ES DIABETICA, Y SUS PADRES RUEGAN A QUIEN LA ENCUENTRE QUE POR FAVOR LLAME AL CINCO-CERO-TRES-VEINTICINCO-TREINTA
___________________
EXT DAY. GHOST TOWN.
INTERTITLE: "TWO CYCLES LATER"
DECO and WAGA walk up some stairs, the OCEAN behind them. Their CLOTHES are worn and faded. They've been on the run for some time.
Deco:
THERE'S TWO TYPE OF TRIBES IN THIS COLONY: THERE'S THE PEOPLE WHO SHOW YOU THE OCEAN, AND THE PEOPLE WHO DON'T.
YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING, THE OCEAN'S RIGHT THERE, EVERYWHERE. AND STILL SOME NERDS BROADCAST LIKE THIS:
SHE gestures away from the water.
Deco:
IT MAKES ME WANNA GRAB THEM BY THEIR POPPED COLLARS AND SHAKE THE GÜIDO OUT OF THEM. YOU KNOW WHAT BAD TASTE IS? BAD TASTE IS ABSENCE OF EMPATHY.
BAD TASTE IS LACK OF CARING: JUST NOT CARING ENOUGH TO LOOK AROUND YOU AND RECOGNIZE THE BEST POSSIBLE SCENARIO AND GO WITH THAT ONE.
GOOD TASTE, ON THE OTHER HAND -GOOD TASTE IS ABOUT APPRECIATING SOMETHING EXQUISITE IN A MANNER INACCESSIBLE TO MERE MORTALS.
IT'S ABOUT SEEING THE AURAS, THE INVISIBLE RHYTMHS, THE HIDDEN CONTRASTS AND DIMENSIONS -
DECO pauses, SHE LOOKS AROUND
Deco:
SOMEONE'S FOLLOWING US.
_________
EXT DAY. GHOST TOWN. Empty streets and shuttered homes. DECO and WAGA approach from the left while a GANG OF MEN approach from the right. They meet in front of an OLD CHURCH.
DECO addresses the GANG's leader. HE's dressed in all black.
Deco:
YOU JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF MY BITCHSLAPPING, DO YOU, DANGER?
Danger:
I JUST WANT THE FRY, THAT'S ALL.
Deco:
AND YOU THINK I'LL JUST HAND HER OVER JUST LIKE THAT? WHAT ABOUT MY REWARD?
Danger:
I'M SURE WE CAN WORK SOMETHING OUT. DO YOU STILL HAVE THE BOOK?Deco:
MAYBE. MAYBE I BURNED IT.
DANGER laughs.
Danger:
YOU'VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO LIE FOR SHIT.DANGER motions to his MEN. WAGA hides behind DECO.
Deco:
COME AND GET IT!
The MEN rush DECO. SHE meets the first MAN with a fist to the nose. HE goes down. Two MEN grab her from behind and hold her arms, but DECO head-butts one and scissor-kicks the other. THEY too go down.
DANGER takes out a HUGE KNIFE with his right hand and advances towards DECO. DECO unzips her HOODY and unholters her TASER GUN. SHE aims at DANGER.
Deco (to WAGA):
WHEN I TELL YOU, RUN.
DECO and DANGER circle each other. DANGER pulls out an even BIGGER KNIFE with his other hand.
Deco:
RUN!
_________
EXT DAWN. BEACH. DECO and WAGA arrive at a small INLET, where they find a hidden TRANSPARENT INFLATABLE RAFT. THEY hug goodbye, and DECO helps WAGA into the RAFT.
But the GIRL has a change of heart. She starts climbing out of the RAFT as waves crash against the sides, threatening to topple it.
DECO struggles to keep WAGA in the RAFT. SHE tells the GIRL something we cannot hear.
WAGA stops struggling. SHE curls up on the floor of the RAFT. DECO sends her away, over the waves.
DECO returns to the beach and finds the RED BOOK washed up ashore.
SHE signs it, drops it without opening it, and walks away drying her TASER GUN.
_________
EXT DAWN. OCEAN. WAGA lays on the floor of the RAFT as it starts filling up with WATER. SHE kicks her legs, as if in a dream, but otherwise goes quietly under.
Deco VO:
THERE COMES A TIME IN EVERYONE'S LIFE WHERE YOU WANT TO ONLY BE SURROUNDED BY WHAT YOU LOVE.
IT MIGHT NOT BE MANY THINGS, OR MANY PEOPLE, BUT ANYTHING ELSE JUST GETS IN THE WAY.
THE THING IS, IT'S UP TO YOU TO SORT IT OUT.
WHATEVER GOES IS TRASH.
WHATEVER STAYS IS HOME.
WAGA passes through the RAFT, comes out under it and swims away into the OCEAN as a small FISH.
-END-
Monday, May 17, 2010
1006 The Art Of Conversation Is Dead
EXT DAY. FRATERNITY HOUSE. Beautiful sunny day.
GUIDE leads WAGA, a thin, delicate-looking girl with short bleached hair, up the stairs. We join them mid-tour.
Guide:
AFTER THE WAR, THE ONLY PEOPLE LEFT WITH ANY TRUE KNOWLEDGE OF THE PAST WERE FAGS.
THEY COULD TALK FOR HOURS AND HOURS OF THE PAINTINGS THEY'D SEEN, AND THE BALLETS THEY HAD ENJOYED, AND ALL SORTS OF WONDERS THAT HAVE SINCE VANISHED.
OF COURSE, EVERY WORD HAS BEEN RECORDED AND DOCUMENTED FOR POSTERITY.
WE'LL NEVER LET THIS SHIT HAPPEN TO US AGAIN.
_____
INT DAY. FRATERNITY HOUSE. A long white corridor, full of windows and light. WAGA drags along a WHITE DUFFLE BAG.
Guide:
TRASHBEACH IS NOW THE CULTURAL INSTITUTION OF THE NEW COUNTRY -I'D SAY THE WORLD.
UNFORTUNATELY -AND VERY MUCH AGAINST OUR WISHES- THE COLONY HAS ALSO BECOME THE PRIME PARTY SPOT ON EARTH.
EVERYONE COMES TO GET "TRASHED IN TRASHBEASH."
IT'S A GODDAMN RITE OF PASSAGE.
______
INT DAY. FRATERNITY BARRACKS. A large communal room with empty bunk beds. It is lived-in, but clean and orderly.
The door opens, revealing GUIDE and WAGA standing in the frame.
Guide:
THIS IS YOU. YOUR NEW BROTHERS WILL BE BACK AFTER SNACK TIME.
GUIDE hugs WAGA, startling HER.
Guide:
I'M SO WATERWORKS FOR THESE THINGS.GUIDE walks away, wiping his tears. WAGA is left alone in the doorway.
Guide:
ALMOST FORGOT! I GET SO BIRD-BRAIN SOMETIMES!
GUIDE hands WAGA a SMALL RED BOOK.
Guide:
G' LUCK!
GUIDE pats WAGA on the back, and pushes HER over the threshold.
The door is closed.
___________
INT DAY. FRATERNITY BARRACKS.
Finally alone, WAGA takes quick survey of her new home. She drags the DUFFEL BAG to a corner.
WAGA ends up at the desk, studying the RED BOOK for the first time.
Gold-lettered title reads "LAS TREINTITRES ILUMINACIONES DE AWE"
WAGA cracks open the BOOK, and reads aloud:
Waga:
BENDITO SEA AWE SOBRE TODAS LAS COSAS!
AWE ES PAZ.
BENDITO!
AWE ES LUZ!
BENDITO!
WAGA turns the page.
Waga:
AWE ES...
WAGA notices a tiny DRAWING near the corner of the page. She turns the page and finds more DRAWINGS.
WAGA turns the page one more time and reads these words aloud:
Waga:
THERE ARE TWO TYPES OF PEOPLE IN THIS COLONY: THOSE WHO CAN PASS, AND THOSE WHO CAN'T.
DESAWEBATOL IS THE ONE PATH TO GETTING YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS.
ASSUME THE FOLLOWING PRINCIPLES AND YOU SHALL PASS.
AND IF YOU PASS YOU WILL SURVIVE.
WAGA closes the RED BOOK, and the title on the cover now seems vandalized in the same gold lettering. It now reads: "LAS TREINTITRES ILUMINACIONES DEL DESAWEBATOL"
WAGA closes her eyes, hugs the BOOK to her chest and whispers.
Waga:
SI EXISTES!
____DISSOLVE TO: MONTAGE
INT DAY. CONTROL ROOM. Several SCREENS reveal a variety of PEOPLE going about their lives: riding in elevators, walking on the street. THEY wear identical WHITE UNIFORMS.
Deco VO:
THE WEB SAYS THAT THE PROPHET BECAME ENLIGHTENED AFTER MORE THAN A MONTH NEAR-DEATH.
THE WEB SAYS THE PROPHET WENT BEYOND NEAR.
THE WEB SAYS THE PROPHET SPENT SEVEN MINUTES OVER AND THEN RETURNED WITH THE MOST GLORIOUS VISIONS.
DECO stands in front of the SCREENS speaking into a MICROPHONE. A few TECHNICIANS move around the room, twisting KNOBS and pressing blinking BUTTONS.
Deco:
AND THAT'S WHAT MAKES AWE AWESOME!
WE LEARN BECAUSE WE CARE!
_________
INT DAY. STAIRWAY.
DECO exits CONTROL ROOM through a series of BACKDOORS and STAIRWAYS that ultimately lead to a ROOFTOP.
_____
EXT SUNSET. ROOFTOP.
DECO paces around. She expertly rolls a JOINT and lights it. She places an ENCRYPTED CALL.
Deco:
MY ADVICE: AND YOU CAN START DOING THIS IMMEDIATELY: DO ONLY THINGS YOU ENJOY -IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE TIME TO DO THE THINGS YOU ENJOY, THEN MAKE TIME.
THAT'S THE MOST IMPORTANT PRIORITY NOW: DO WHAT YOU ENJOY TO DO.
SPEND TIME WITH PEOPLE YOU ENJOY.
REPEAT. RINSE. FEEL BETTER.
I LOVE YOU.
PS: TELL TODOR TO GIVE ME MY FUCKING MONEY!
DECO looks out over the island one last time, throws out the JOINT and heads back inside.
_____
INT NIGHT. LOBBY.
DECO grabs ENVELOPE from the CONCIERGE, counts the CASH inside, and walks through the REVOLVING DOORS.
______
EXT NIGHT. STREET.
Almost immediately upon exiting a THIEF starts following DECO. SHE gives no indication of noticing.
DECO rolls and lights up another JOINT.
Deco VO:
LO PEOR QUE PUEDEN DECIR DE MI ES QUE SOY FUMONA Y PUTA.
Y DE PUTA, NO HAY EVIDENCIA. PURO CUENTO.
The THIEF makes a run at DECO, but in one quick move SHE sidesteps HIM and trips HIM. DECO pins the THIEF to the ground with her BOOT. SHE produces a LARGE TASER GUN from her BAG and shoots it into the THIEF's back.
Deco [humming]:
LA VIDA TE DA SORPRESAS...
DECO waves the TASER GUN around as if it was a lit torch. Other FIGURES retreat into shadows.
Deco [humming]:
SORPRESAS TE DA LA VIDA, CAMARÁ.
DECO keeps walking and whistling and disappears into the night.
_____
INT DUSK. METRO.
INTERTITLE: "THIRTY CYCLES LATER"
WAGA stands among other BROTHERS wearing similar WHITE UNIFORMS. SHE alone wears a WHITE BACKPACK, enormous HEADPHONES and a handmade PATCH on her chest that reads "THE ART OF CONVERSATION IS DEAD"
WAGA looks straight ahead, without blinking.
Deco VO:
AS I WAS SAYING, LO UNICO QUE PUEDEN DECIR DE MI ES QUE SOY FUMONA Y PUTA.
Y DE PUTA NO HAY EVIDENCIA. PURO CUENTO.
_____
EXT NIGHT. RECRUITMENT MIXER. An unsanctioned party at an abandoned BASKETBALL COURT.
DECO is onstage, nearing the end of her act.
Deco:
LA GENTE EN ESTA COLONIA VIVEN ATERRORIZADOS DEL QUE-DIRAN! AY PERO SI ME VEN HACIENDO ESO... AY QUE DESPUES SE ENTERA FULANA...
MAAAAN!
WAGA is in the audience. She has changed out of her UNIFORM and is now wearing colorful handmade CLOTHING. SHE still wears a patch that reads "THE ART OF CONVERSATION IS DEAD."
WAGA laughs.
Deco:
LO UNICO QUE MATA EL QUE DIRAN ES DECIRLO. DECIRLO A TODA BOCA: 'HOY ME COMI TRES RABOS Y CUARENTA MOTAS... Y QUE?'The AUDIENCE -most of them wearing similarly colorful handmade CLOTHES, a few still wearing their WHITE UNIFORMS- explodes in laughter and applause.
DECO takes the BOOK back to WAGA.
EXT NIGHT. TALENT CAMP. A clearing filled with CRATES and CABLES and a few MONITORS.
___
EXT NIGHT . RECRUITMENT MIXER.
WAGA hovers BACKSTAGE, holding the RED BOOK, which is now visibly worn and used. DECO appears with a BODYGUARD. SHE stands aside while the BODYGUARD takes the BOOK from WAGA and examines it.
The BODYGUARD brings the BOOK to DECO. SHE looks closely at it, then opens it and shakes it -all sorts of NOTES and POST-ITS fall out.
DECO takes the BOOK back to WAGA.
Deco:
WHO GAVE YOU THIS?
Waga:
WILL YOU SIGN IT?
Deco:
WHO GAVE IT TO YOU?
Waga:
MY GUIDE.
Deco:
IT'S REALLY YOURS?
Waga:
YES, MA'AM.
Deco:
COME WITH ME.
_____
EXT NIGHT. TALENT CAMP. A clearing filled with CRATES and CABLES and a few MONITORS.
Midst of a CONFERENCE CALL.
JewBan:
LET ME SEE HER.
Deco:
IF YOU SEE HER, THEN YOU'LL...
JewBan:
LEMME SEE THE FUCKING KID. YOU SAY SHE'S FOR REAL, RIGHT?THEN LEMME SEE THE FUCKING KID.
DECO brings WAGA into range.
JewBan:
IS THIS YOUR BOOK, MISS?
Waga:
YES, SIR.
JewBan:
AND YOU HAD IT THE WHOLE TIME, AND NOBODY MESSED WITH IT?
Waga:
NO SIR.
JewBan:
HAVE YOU MESSED WITH IT?
Waga:
NO SIR.
JewBan:
HOLY MOTHER FUCKERS!
Deco:
WHAT?
JewBan:
NOS JODIERON.
_____
EXT NIGHT. RECRUITMENT MIXER.
GUARDS surround the abandoned BASKETBALL COURT and break-up the party. There's a lot of screaming, a lot of running and shoving. Some beat-downs. A couple of GUARDS use TASER GUNS on the KIDS.
GUARDS surround the abandoned BASKETBALL COURT and break-up the party. There's a lot of screaming, a lot of running and shoving. Some beat-downs. A couple of GUARDS use TASER GUNS on the KIDS.
A lucky few escape into the BUSHES.
The GUARDS then start shaking down the KIDS for CASH, WATCHES, various TECHNO-GADGETS, and even their SNEAKERS, before filing them off into TRUCKS.
________
Announcer over PHOTOGRAPHS and TEXT. The photographs show WAGA in STREET CLOTHES with long brown HAIR.
Announcer:
EL SIGUIENTE ES UN SERVICIO SOCIAL DE CANAL TRECE.
LA NIÑA JOSEFINA DEL RIO HA SIDO REPORTADA PERDIDA POR SUS PADRES MARTIN DEL RIO Y NEREYDA GONZALEZ DEL RIO.
LA NIÑA FUE VISTA POR ULTIMA VEZ EN LOS PREDIOS DEL JARDIN DE PAZ.
VESTIA UNA BLUSA AMARILLA Y UNA FALDA AZUL.
LA NIÑA ES DIABETICA, Y SUS PADRES RUEGAN A QUIEN LA ENCUENTRE QUE POR FAVOR LLAME AL CINCO-CERO-TRES-VEINTICINO-TREINTA
___________________
EXT NIGHT. BUSHES.
DECO powerwalks, dragging WAGA along.
DECO is in the middle of another CONFERENCE CALL. She's terrified.
Deco:
THE ABSOLUTE WORST THING ABOUT TOURIST-TRASH IS THAT ALL YOUR FANTASIES END THE SAME WAY: OFFSPRING
YOU CAN GRAB THE BADDEST MOTHERFUCKER OUT THERE AND OFFER HIM AND HEIR OR, JAH FORBID, ONE CUTE DADDY'S GIRL, AND THAT'S IT, GAME OVER. STICK A FORK IN YOU DANGER, YOU'RE DONE!
YOUR DAYS OF RULING THE ROOST ARE BEHIND YOU.
NOW YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO LOSE IF YOU GO INSIDE, AND THAT IMPAIRS YOUR JUDGMENT.
I TALKED TO THE OTHERS AND WE ALL AGREE: IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO GO.
MAYBE YOU CAN PUT OUT A CHRISTMAS ALBUM OR SOMETHING.
PEACE OUT.
________
EXT DAY. GHOST TOWN.
INTERTITLE: "TWO CYCLES LATER"
DECO and WAGA walk up some stairs, the OCEAN behind them. Their CLOTHES are worn and faded. They've been on the run for some time.
Deco:
THERE'S TWO TYPE OF TRIBES IN THIS COLONY: THERE'S THE PEOPLE WHO SHOW YOU THE OCEAN, AND THE PEOPLE WHO DON'T.
YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING, THE OCEAN'S RIGHT THERE, EVERYWHERE. AND STILL SOME NERDS BROADCAST LIKE THIS:
SHE gestures away from the water.
Deco:
IT MAKES ME WANNA GRAB THEM BY THEIR POPPED COLLARS AND SHAKE THE GÜIDO OUT OF THEM. YOU KNOW WHAT BAD TASTE IS? BAD TASTE IS ABSENCE OF EMPATHY.
BAD TASTE IS LACK OF CARING: JUST NOT CARING ENOUGH TO LOOK AROUND YOU AND RECOGNIZE THE BEST POSSIBLE SCENARIO AND GO WITH THAT ONE.
GOOD TASTE, ON THE OTHER HAND -GOOD TASTE IS ABOUT APPRECIATING SOMETHING EXQUISITE IN A MANNER INACCESSIBLE TO MERE MORTALS.
IT'S ABOUT SEEING THE AURAS, THE INVISIBLE RHYTMHS, THE HIDDEN CONTRASTS AND DIMENSIONS -
DECO pauses, SHE LOOKS AROUND
Deco:
SOMEONE'S FOLLOWING US.
_________
EXT DAY. GHOST TOWN. Empty streets and shuttered homes. DECO and WAGA approach from the left while a GANG OF MEN approach from the right. They meet in front of an OLD CHURCH.
DECO addresses the GANG's leader. HE's dressed in all black.
Deco:
YOU JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF MY BITCHSLAPPING, DO YOU, DANGER?
Danger:
I JUST WANT THE GIRL, THAT'S ALL.
Deco:
AND YOU THINK I'LL JUST HAND HER OVER JUST LIKE THAT? WHAT ABOUT MY REWARD?
Danger:
I'M SURE WE CAN WORK SOMETHING OUT. DO YOU STILL HAVE THE BOOK?Deco:
MAYBE. MAYBE I BURNED IT.
DANGER laughs.
Danger:
YOU'VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO LIE FOR SHIT.DANGER motions to his MEN. WAGA hides behind DECO.
Deco:
COME AND GET IT!
The MEN rush DECO. SHE meets the first MAN with a fist to the nose. HE goes down. Two MEN grab her from behind and hold her arms, but DECO head-butts one and scissor-kicks the other. THEY too go down.
DANGER takes out a HUGE KNIFE with his right hand and advances towards DECO.
Deco (to WAGA):
WHEN I TELL YOU, RUN.
DECO and DANGER circle each other. DANGER pulls out an even BIGGER KNIFE with his other hand.
Deco:
RUN!
____________
MONTAGE: DECO and WAGA escape.
_________
EXT DAWN. BEACH. DECO and WAGA arrive at a small INLET, where they find a hidden INFLATABLE RAFT. THEY hug goodbye, and DECO helps WAGA into the RAFT.
But the GIRL has a change of heart. She starts climbing out of the RAFT as waves crash against the sides, threatening to topple it.
DECO struggles to keep WAGA in the RAFT. SHE tells the GIRL something we cannot hear.
WAGA stops struggling. SHE curls up on the floor of the RAFT. DECO sends her away, over the waves.
DECO returns to the beach and finds the RED BOOK washed up ashore.
SHE signs it, stashes it, and walks away without opening it.
_________
EXT DAWN. OCEAN. WAGA lays on the floor of the raft as it starts filling up with WATER. SHE kicks her legs, as if in a dream, but otherwise goes quietly under.
Deco VO:
THERE COMES A TIME IN EVERYONE'S LIFE WHERE YOU WANT TO ONLY BE SURROUNDED BY WHAT YOU LOVE.
IT MIGHT NOT BE MANY THINGS, OR MANY PEOPLE, BUT ANYTHING ELSE JUST GETS IN THE WAY.
THE THING IS, IT'S UP TO YOU TO SORT IT OUT.
WHATEVER GOES IS TRASH.
WHATEVER STAYS IS HOME.
WAGA passes through the RAFT, comes out under it and swims away into the OCEAN as a small FISH.
-END-
1005 The Art Of Conversation Is Dead
EXT DAY. FRATERNITY HOUSE. Beautiful sunny day.
GUIDE leads WAGA, a thin, delicate-looking girl with short bleached hair, up the stairs. We join them mid-tour.
Guide:
AFTER THE WAR, THE ONLY PEOPLE LEFT WITH ANY TRUE KNOWLEDGE OF THE PAST WERE FAGS.
THEY COULD TALK FOR HOURS AND HOURS OF THE PAINTINGS THEY'D SEEN, AND THE BALLETS THEY HAD ENJOYED, AND ALL SORTS OF WONDERS THAT HAVE SINCE VANISHED.
OF COURSE, EVERY WORD HAS BEEN RECORDED AND DOCUMENTED FOR POSTERITY.
WE'LL NEVER LET THIS SHIT HAPPEN TO US AGAIN.
_____
INT DAY. FRATERNITY HOUSE. A long white corridor, full of windows and light. WAGA drags along a WHITE DUFFLE BAG.
Guide:
TRASHBEACH IS NOW THE CULTURAL INSTITUTION OF THE NEW COUNTRY -I'D SAY THE WORLD.
UNFORTUNATELY -AND VERY MUCH AGAINST OUR WISHES- THE COLONY HAS ALSO BECOME THE PRIME PARTY SPOT ON EARTH.
EVERYONE COMES TO GET "TRASHED IN TRASHBEASH."
IT'S A GODDAMN RITE OF PASSAGE.
______
INT DAY. FRATERNITY BARRACKS. A large communal room with empty bunk beds. It is lived-in, but clean and orderly.
The door opens, revealing GUIDE and WAGA standing in the frame.
Guide:
THIS IS YOU. YOUR NEW BROTHERS WILL BE BACK AFTER SNACK TIME.
GUIDE hugs WAGA, startling HER.
Guide:
I'M SO WATERWORKS FOR THESE THINGS.GUIDE walks away, wiping his tears. WAGA is left alone in the doorway.
Guide:
ALMOST FORGOT! I GET SO BIRD-BRAIN SOMETIMES!
GUIDE hands WAGA a SMALL RED BOOK.
Guide:
G' LUCK!
GUIDE pats WAGA on the back, and pushes HER over the threshold.
The door is closed.
___________
INT DAY. FRATERNITY BARRACKS.
Finally alone, WAGA takes quick survey of her new home. She drags the DUFFEL BAG to a corner.
WAGA ends up at the desk, studying the RED BOOK for the first time.
Gold-lettered title reads "LAS TREINTITRES ILUMINACIONES DE AWE"
WAGA cracks open the BOOK, and reads aloud:
Waga:
BENDITO SEA AWE SOBRE TODAS LAS COSAS!
AWE ES PAZ.
BENDITO!
AWE ES LUZ!
BENDITO!
WAGA turns the page.
Waga:
AWE ES...
WAGA notices a tiny DRAWING near the corner of the page. She turns the page and finds more DRAWINGS.
WAGA turns the page one more time and reads these words aloud:
Waga:
THERE ARE TWO TYPES OF PEOPLE IN THIS COLONY: THOSE WHO CAN PASS, AND THOSE WHO CAN'T.
DESAWEBATOL IS THE ONE PATH TO GETTING YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS.
ASSUME THE FOLLOWING PRINCIPLES AND YOU SHALL PASS.
AND IF YOU PASS YOU WILL SURVIVE.
WAGA closes the RED BOOK, and the title on the cover now seems vandalized in the same gold lettering. It now reads: "LAS TREINTITRES ILUMINACIONES DEL DESAWEBATOL"
WAGA closes her eyes, hugs the BOOK to her chest and whispers.
Waga:
SI EXISTES!
____DISSOLVE TO: MONTAGE
INT DAY. CONTROL ROOM. Several SCREENS reveal a variety of PEOPLE going about their lives: riding in elevators, walking on the street. THEY wear identical WHITE UNIFORMS.
Deco VO:
THE WEB SAYS THAT THE PROPHET BECAME ENLIGHTENED AFTER MORE THAN A MONTH NEAR-DEATH.
THE WEB SAYS THE PROPHET WENT BEYOND NEAR.
THE WEB SAYS THE PROPHET SPENT SEVEN MINUTES OVER AND THEN RETURNED WITH THE MOST GLORIOUS VISIONS.
DECO stands in front of the SCREENS speaking into a MICROPHONE. A few TECHNICIANS move around the room, twisting KNOBS and pressing blinking BUTTONS.
Deco:
AND THAT'S WHAT MAKES AWE AWESOME!
WE LEARN BECAUSE WE CARE!
_________
INT DAY. STAIRWAY.
DECO exits CONTROL ROOM through a series of BACKDOORS and STAIRWAYS that ultimately lead to a ROOFTOP.
_____
EXT SUNSET. ROOFTOP.
DECO paces around. She expertly rolls a JOINT and lights it. She places an ENCRYPTED CALL.
Deco:
MY ADVICE: AND YOU CAN START DOING THIS IMMEDIATELY: DO ONLY THINGS YOU ENJOY -IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE TIME TO DO THE THINGS YOU ENJOY, THEN MAKE TIME.
THAT'S THE MOST IMPORTANT PRIORITY NOW: DO WHAT YOU ENJOY TO DO.
SPEND TIME WITH PEOPLE YOU ENJOY.
REPEAT. RINSE. FEEL BETTER.
I LOVE YOU.
PS: TELL TODOR TO GIVE ME MY FUCKING MONEY!
DECO looks out over the island one last time, throws out the JOINT and heads back inside.
_____
INT NIGHT. LOBBY.
DECO grabs ENVELOPE from the CONCIERGE, counts the CASH inside, and walks through the REVOLVING DOORS.
______
EXT NIGHT. STREET.
Almost immediately upon exiting a THIEF starts following DECO. SHE gives no indication of noticing.
DECO rolls and lights up another JOINT.
Deco VO:
LO PEOR QUE PUEDEN DECIR DE MI ES QUE SOY FUMONA Y PUTA.
Y DE PUTA, NO HAY EVIDENCIA. PURO CUENTO.
The THIEF makes a run at DECO, but in one quick move SHE sidesteps HIM and trips HIM. DECO pins the THIEF to the ground with her BOOT. SHE produces a LARGE TASER GUN from her BAG and shoots it into the THIEF's back.
Deco [humming]:
LA VIDA TE DA SORPRESAS...
DECO waves the TASER GUN around as if it was a lit torch. Other FIGURES retreat into shadows.
Deco [humming]:
SORPRESAS TE DA LA VIDA, CAMARÁ.
DECO keeps walking and whistling and disappears into the night.
_____
INT DUSK. METRO.
INTERTITLE: "THIRTY CYCLES LATER"
WAGA stands among other BROTHERS wearing similar WHITE UNIFORMS. SHE alone wears a WHITE BACKPACK, enormous HEADPHONES and a handmade PATCH on her chest that reads "THE ART OF CONVERSATION IS DEAD"
WAGA looks straight ahead, without blinking.
Deco VO:
AS I WAS SAYING, LO UNICO QUE PUEDEN DECIR DE MI ES QUE SOY FUMONA Y PUTA.
Y DE PUTA NO HAY EVIDENCIA. PURO CUENTO.
_____
EXT NIGHT. RECRUITMENT MIXER. An unsanctioned party at an abandoned BASKETBALL COURT.
DECO is onstage, nearing the end of her act.
Deco:
LA GENTE EN ESTA COLONIA VIVEN ATERRORIZADOS DEL QUE-DIRAN! AY PERO SI ME VEN HACIENDO ESO... AY QUE DESPUES SE ENTERA FULANA...
MAAAAN!
WAGA is in the audience. She has changed out of her UNIFORM and is now wearing colorful handmade CLOTHING. SHE still wears a patch that reads "THE ART OF CONVERSATION IS DEAD."
WAGA laughs.
Deco:
LO UNICO QUE MATA EL QUE DIRAN ES DECIRLO. DECIRLO A TODA BOCA: 'HOY ME COMI TRES RABOS Y CUARENTA MOTAS... Y QUE?'The AUDIENCE -most of them wearing similarly colorful handmade CLOTHES, a few still wearing their WHITE UNIFORMS- explodes in laughter and applause.
DECO takes the BOOK back to WAGA.
EXT NIGHT. TALENT CAMP. A clearing filled with CRATES and CABLES and a few MONITORS.
___
EXT NIGHT . RECRUITMENT MIXER.
WAGA hovers BACKSTAGE, holding the RED BOOK, which is now visibly worn and used. DECO appears with a BODYGUARD. SHE stands aside while the BODYGUARD takes the BOOK from WAGA and examines it.
The BODYGUARD brings the BOOK to DECO. SHE looks closely at it, then opens it and shakes it -all sorts of NOTES and POST-ITS fall out.
DECO takes the BOOK back to WAGA.
Deco:
WHO GAVE YOU THIS?
Waga:
WILL YOU SIGN IT?
Deco:
WHO GAVE IT TO YOU?
Waga:
MY GUIDE.
Deco:
IT'S REALLY YOURS?
Waga:
YES, MA'AM.
Deco:
COME WITH ME.
_____
EXT NIGHT. TALENT CAMP. A clearing filled with CRATES and CABLES and a few MONITORS.
Midst of a CONFERENCE CALL.
JewBan:
LET ME SEE HER.
Deco:
IF YOU SEE HER, THEN YOU'LL...
JewBan:
LEMME SEE THE FUCKING KID. YOU SAY SHE'S FOR REAL, RIGHT?THEN LEMME SEE THE FUCKING KID.
DECO brings WAGA into range.
JewBan:
IS THIS YOUR BOOK, MISS?
Waga:
YES, SIR.
JewBan:
AND YOU HAD IT THE WHOLE TIME, AND NOBODY MESSED WITH IT?
Waga:
NO SIR.
JewBan:
HAVE YOU MESSED WITH IT?
Waga:
NO SIR.
JewBan:
HOLY MOTHER FUCKERS!
Deco:
WHAT?
JewBan:
NOS JODIERON.
_____
EXT NIGHT. RECRUITMENT MIXER.
GUARDS surround the abandoned BASKETBALL COURT and break-up the party. There's a lot of screaming, a lot of running and shoving. Some beat-downs. A couple of GUARDS use TASER GUNS on the KIDS.
GUARDS surround the abandoned BASKETBALL COURT and break-up the party. There's a lot of screaming, a lot of running and shoving. Some beat-downs. A couple of GUARDS use TASER GUNS on the KIDS.
A lucky few escape into the BUSHES.
The GUARDS then start shaking down the KIDS for CASH, WATCHES, various TECHNO-GADGETS, and even their SNEAKERS, before filing them off into TRUCKS.
________
Announcer over PHOTOGRAPHS and TEXT. The photographs show WAGA in STREET CLOTHES.
Announcer:
EL SIGUIENTE ES UN SERVICIO SOCIAL DE CANAL TRECE.
LA NIÑA JOSEFINA DEL RIO HA SIDO REPORTADA PERDIDA POR SUS PADRES MARTIN DEL RIO Y NEREYDA GONZALEZ DEL RIO.
LA NIÑA FUE VISTA POR ULTIMA VEZ EN LOS PREDIOS DEL JARDIN DE PAZ.
VESTIA UNA BLUSA AMARILLA Y UNA FALDA AZUL.
LA NIÑA ES DIABETICA, Y SUS PADRES RUEGAN A QUIEN LA ENCUENTRE QUE POR FAVOR LLAME AL CINCO-CERO-TRES-VEINTICINO-TREINTA
___________________
EXT NIGHT. BUSHES.
DECO powerwalks, dragging WAGA along.
DECO is in the middle of another CONFERENCE CALL. She's terrified.
Deco:
THE ABSOLUTE WORST THING ABOUT TOURIST-TRASH IS THAT ALL YOUR FANTASIES END THE SAME WAY: OFFSPRING
YOU CAN GRAB THE BADDEST MOTHERFUCKER OUT THERE AND OFFER HIM AND HEIR OR, JAH FORBID, ONE CUTE DADDY'S GIRL, AND THAT'S IT, GAME OVER. STICK A FORK IN YOU DANGER, YOU'RE DONE!
YOUR DAYS OF RULING THE ROOST ARE BEHIND YOU.
NOW YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO LOSE IF YOU GO INSIDE, AND THAT IMPAIRS YOUR JUDGMENT.
I TALKED TO THE OTHERS AND WE ALL AGREE: IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO GO.
MAYBE YOU CAN PUT OUT A CHRISTMAS ALBUM OR SOMETHING.
PEACE OUT.
________
EXT DAY. GHOST TOWN.
INTERTITLE: "TWO CYCLES LATER"
DECO and WAGA walk up some stairs, the OCEAN behind them. Their CLOTHES are worn and faded. They've been on the run for some time.
Deco:
THERE'S TWO TYPE OF TRIBES IN THIS COLONY: THERE'S THE PEOPLE WHO SHOW YOU THE OCEAN, AND THE PEOPLE WHO DON'T.
YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING, THE OCEAN'S RIGHT THERE, EVERYWHERE. AND STILL SOME NERDS BROADCAST LIKE THIS:
SHE gestures away from the water.
Deco:
IT MAKES ME WANNA GRAB THEM BY THEIR POPPED COLLARS AND SHAKE THE GÜIDO OUT OF THEM. YOU KNOW WHAT BAD TASTE IS? BAD TASTE IS ABSENCE OF EMPATHY.
BAD TASTE IS LACK OF CARING: JUST NOT CARING ENOUGH TO LOOK AROUND YOU AND RECOGNIZE THE BEST POSSIBLE SCENARIO AND GO WITH THAT ONE.
GOOD TASTE, ON THE OTHER HAND -GOOD TASTE IS ABOUT APPRECIATING SOMETHING EXQUISITE IN A MANNER INACCESSIBLE TO MERE MORTALS.
IT'S ABOUT SEEING THE AURAS, THE INVISIBLE RHYTMHS, THE HIDDEN CONTRASTS AND DIMENSIONS -
DECO pauses, SHE LOOKS AROUND
Deco:
SOMEONE'S FOLLOWING US.
_________
EXT DAY. GHOST TOWN. Empty streets and shuttered homes. DECO and WAGA approach from the left while a GANG OF MEN approach from the right. They meet in front of an OLD CHURCH.
DECO addresses the GANG's leader. HE's dressed in all black.
Deco:
YOU JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF MY BITCHSLAPPING, DO YOU, DANGER?
Danger:
I JUST WANT THE GIRL, THAT'S ALL.
Deco:
AND YOU THINK I'LL JUST HAND HER OVER JUST LIKE THAT? WHAT ABOUT MY REWARD?
Danger:
I'M SURE WE CAN WORK SOMETHING OUT. DO YOU STILL HAVE THE BOOK?Deco:
MAYBE. MAYBE I BURNED IT.
DANGER laughs.
Danger:
YOU'VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO LIE FOR SHIT.DANGER motions to his MEN. WAGA hides behind DECO.
Deco:
COME AND GET IT!
The MEN rush DECO. SHE meets the first MAN with a fist to the nose. HE goes down. Two MEN grab her from behind and hold her arms, but DECO head-butts one and scissor-kicks the other. THEY too go down.
DANGER takes out a HUGE KNIFE with his right hand and advances towards DECO.
Deco (to WAGA):
WHEN I TELL YOU, RUN.
DECO and DANGER circle each other. DANGER pulls out an even BIGGER KNIFE with his other hand.
Deco:
RUN!
____________
MONTAGE: DECO and WAGA escape.
_________
EXT DAWN. BEACH. DECO and WAGA arrive at a small INLET, where they find a hidden INFLATABLE RAFT. THEY hug goodbye, and DECO helps WAGA into the RAFT.
But the GIRL has a change of heart. She starts climbing out of the RAFT as waves crash against the sides, threatening to topple it.
DECO struggles to keep WAGA in the RAFT. SHE tells the GIRL something we cannot hear.
WAGA stops struggling. SHE curls up on the floor of the RAFT. DECO sends her away, over the waves.
DECO returns to the beach and finds the RED BOOK washed up ashore.
SHE signs it, stashes it, and walks away without opening it.
_________
EXT DAWN. OCEAN. WAGA lays on the floor of the raft as it starts filling up with WATER. SHE kicks her legs, as if in a dream, but otherwise goes quietly under.
Deco VO:
THERE COMES A TIME IN EVERYONE'S LIFE WHERE YOU WANT TO ONLY BE SURROUNDED BY WHAT YOU LOVE.
IT MIGHT NOT BE MANY THINGS, OR MANY PEOPLE, BUT ANYTHING ELSE JUST GETS IN THE WAY.
THE THING IS, IT'S UP TO YOU TO SORT IT OUT.
WHATEVER GOES IS TRASH.
WHATEVER STAYS IS HOME.
WAGA passes through the RAFT, comes out under it and swims away into the OCEAN as a small fish.
-END-
Saturday, May 08, 2010
DECO
There comes a time in everyone's life where you want to only be surrounded by what you love.
It might not be many things, or many people, but anything else just gets in the way.
The thing is, it's up to you to sort it out.
Whatever goes is trash.
Whatever stays is home.
Ok, try this:
Stop looking for sense in things. Maybe there is none.
Consider the idea that maybe there is no meaning: maybe its all random, chaos, and, in the end, it doesn't matter what you do with your life, because -in the grand scheme- your life is incredibly unimportant -just one life in the river of lives that have existed, now exist, or will exist in the future.
You with me?
Now comes the hard part: now, rather than being afraid by that thought, be liberated by it.
Imagine a life where you can do whatever you want, whenever you want -a life that is pointed in the direction of whatever it is that makes you happy, simply because... Well, why not? What's the worse that cold happen?
What is there to fear in a universe where nothing truly matters?
You are forced to draw lines around that incredibly free life -because you live in a society with other people, and that automatically necessitates boundaries. But never forget that those boundaries are created by you -they are arbitrary, and should be used solely for the purpose of keeping you on the path to whatever makes you happy. They also move and change, as you move and change.
You control those boundaries.
Because in a world without rules, everything is relative, including your definitions of "happy" "sad" "alone" "empty" and even of "good" or "bad."
Ultimately, amor, consider that its all simply a matter of perspective -and you control your perspective to a very large degree, usually.
You can decide to simply look at things with curiosity, rather than boredom. You might want to decide to look at people as interesting, rather than incomprehensible. You might just decide to seek joy and fun in the reality you actually inhabit, rather than escape onto ones that are merely imaginary.
My advice, and you can start doing this immediately:
I love you.
PS: Tell Todor to gimme my fucking money!
Stop looking for sense in things. Maybe there is none.
Consider the idea that maybe there is no meaning: maybe its all random, chaos, and, in the end, it doesn't matter what you do with your life, because -in the grand scheme- your life is incredibly unimportant -just one life in the river of lives that have existed, now exist, or will exist in the future.
You with me?
Now comes the hard part: now, rather than being afraid by that thought, be liberated by it.
Imagine a life where you can do whatever you want, whenever you want -a life that is pointed in the direction of whatever it is that makes you happy, simply because... Well, why not? What's the worse that cold happen?
What is there to fear in a universe where nothing truly matters?
You are forced to draw lines around that incredibly free life -because you live in a society with other people, and that automatically necessitates boundaries. But never forget that those boundaries are created by you -they are arbitrary, and should be used solely for the purpose of keeping you on the path to whatever makes you happy. They also move and change, as you move and change.
You control those boundaries.
Because in a world without rules, everything is relative, including your definitions of "happy" "sad" "alone" "empty" and even of "good" or "bad."
Ultimately, amor, consider that its all simply a matter of perspective -and you control your perspective to a very large degree, usually.
You can decide to simply look at things with curiosity, rather than boredom. You might want to decide to look at people as interesting, rather than incomprehensible. You might just decide to seek joy and fun in the reality you actually inhabit, rather than escape onto ones that are merely imaginary.
My advice, and you can start doing this immediately:
- Do only things you enjoy -if you don't have time to do the things you enjoy doing, then make time. That's the most important priority now -do what you enjoy to do.
- Spend time with people you enjoy -follow the same directions as above.
- Repeat, rinse.
- Feel better.
I love you.
PS: Tell Todor to gimme my fucking money!
There's two types of tribes in this colony: there's the people who show you the ocean, and the people who don't.
You know what I'm saying, the ocean's right there, everywhere. And still, some nerds broadcast like this.
[beat]
It makes me wanna grab them by their popped collars and slap the güido out of them...
Do you know what bad taste is? Bad taste is absence of empathy. Bad taste is lack of caring: not caring to look around you and recognize the best possible scenario and go with that one.
Good taste, on the other hand -good taste is about appreciating something exquisite in a manner inaccessible to mere mortals. It's about seeing the auras, the invisible rhythms, the hidden contrasts and dimensions.
---
The absolute worst thing about Tourists is that all their fantasies end the same way: offspring.
You can grab the baddest motherfucker out there and give him an heir, or, god forbid, one cute daddy's little girl, and that's it, game over. Stick a fork in you, Danger, you're done.
Your days of ruling the roost are behind you.
Because now you have something to lose if you leave, and that impairs your judgment. It exposes your vulnerabilities.
You can't be ice hard when you're changing diapers, ya hear?
I talk to the others and we all agree: it's time for you to go.
Maybe you can put out a Christmas album or something.
Out.
I've been thinking.
I know this is not what you want to hear, but I have to tell you, because otherwise what point is there, right?
Why bother if i can't tell you stuff?
You see, I'm gonna just come right out and say it, I -this isn't working for me.
i -i, just, this isn't my place. Ive thought about it, and i don't want to be here anymore.
I think it's time to go.
I don't know where yet. Stop crying, I can distinctly hear you sniffling in the background.
I dont know when, exactly. soon. As soon as possible. as soon as I'm ready.
This place just isn't for me, you know? I don't belong here.
I need to be outside, with my own kind. Away from you.
Listen, if you don't stop crying im going to...
Please.
[beat]
What does japanese alphabet soup look like?
[beat]
Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane?
[beat]
When I read about the dangers of smoking, I gave up reading!
[beat]
Listen, I'm gonna get out of here, and I don't care what you have to say.
This is the moment you have been dreading from the instant you laid eyes on me, and I've been postponing it long enough.
Yes of course have a plan, but I can't tell you. The less you know the better.
You just go on about your life, eat your cereal, and at some point you'll turn around and I'll be gone. You'll come back from the market and all my things will be scrubbed clean, as if I was never there.
Maybe you can put a small office in my space -make it work for you, for a change.
But I know I'm done here, and this is the last you'll hear from me.
Oh ok, fine, one last one before I go:
[beat]
Never raise your hand to a kid it, leaves your groin unprotected
[beat]
BEER: helping ugly people get laid for over three-hundred and seven years.
[beat]
Ok, fine one more, but then that's it, I really gotta go:
[beat]
My short-term memory is not as sharp as it used to be. Also, my short-term memory's not as sharp as it used to be.
[beat]
In just two days from now, tomorrow will be yesterday.
[beat]
Ok, one more, i gotta go, seriously
[beat]
Our planet is the insane asylum for the rest of the universe.
[beat]
Ok, one more.
iPhone: soundtrack, Beyoncé
['ave maria' starts to play]
iPhone: visualize
___
Here are two things you are never to talk about in the company of strangers:
Religion & politics.
Well. & drugs, but that one we'll get to later.
---
1st, religion.
People believe all kinds of crazy things, ok? They believe in pills and uniforms and light-emitting tubes. They even believe in other People. hah
And most, if not all of Them, believe in something primal -they sense it all around them, whooshing and whispering mysterious words in their ears.
It confuses Them, these whispers and glimpses of the true world they inhabit. it scares the shit out of Them, so They use the sacredest word of all: 'religion'
Do not mock these people by engaging them in discussion about it -much like you would not condescend to a child by trying to explain molecular neurophysics to it.
Imagine if you were able to see the dots, but not connect them.
They're just pre. Don't mind them.
Change the subject to pop music.
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Now, politics.
Before anything else, consider that religion and politics are the same. people believe in fictional beings because the alternative is too terrible to contemplate.
And they think their time on that planet is all they have.
So they rather spend it dreaming.
Can you blame them?
Change the subject to pop music.
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I know what youre thinking and i promise you we will talk about drugs.
And about sex.
Yes, and about feelings. we will talk about everything.
Gimme some time, im doing my best here to keep up with you.
And you evolve way too fast.
Sunday, May 02, 2010
Los Treintitres Principios Del Desawebatosol
There are two types of people in this colony: those who can pass, and those who can't.
The following principles will assure your passage.
33. Pray For A Safe Return.
32. Assume The Best Of Them.
31. Volunteer For Your Hometown.
30. Stay Loyal Through Tough Times.
29. Don't Dismiss Tradition - Reinvent It.
28. Cross That Bridge When You Come To It.
27. Try A New Ice-Cream.
26. Choose Your Battles Wisely.
25. Enjoy The Experience.
24. Choose To Love Your Work.
23. Travel Through Life.
22. Stop Whining About It.
21. Take Pride In Your Home.
20. Above All, Seek Peace.
19. Send Someone A Well-Chosen Gift.
18. It's Okay To Go A Little Crazy.
17. Take The Job If It's Offered.
16. Smile At The Best Looking Person You See.
15. Seek Good Times.
14. Never Give Up Your Dreams.
13. Don't Be The Angriest Person In The Room.
12. Be Good To Your Bitch.
11. Less Is Always More
10. Remember The Last Thing That Made You Laugh
09. Give Thanks For All Beauty.
08. Listen To Children.
07. Strive To Be An Unfinished Masterpiece.
06. Collaboration Over Competition.
05. Earn Respect -Don't Demand It.
04. Bad Moods Require Good Friends.
03. Believe Someone Else's Story For A Change.
02. Time Will Pass And You'll Forget All About It.
01. If It's Not Pretty, It Better Be Funny.
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