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A lot of people here know I wanna make a movie, but before I do that, how about we make one right here in hubpages. Everybody is gets to do the screenwriting. It should be fun. I'll start... Scene One (An elevator door opens, the song Liar Liar Pants On Fire plays in the background.) A young beautiful woman comes out of the elevator, and is met by bum-looking sorta dude. She gasps as if in recognition of who he is. The man pulls out a revolver and blows her head off. Shoves the gun back into his coat, gets into the elevator, and slides down to the down floor, from where he makes his escape.
The screen blacks out as the movie title is displayed...MR. SMITH'S WESSON. A film by fierycj. Screenplay by hubbers.
-flash back- scene starts from the perspective of a person opening his eyes. Earlier that year during the holiday season in some city in New Jersey, Mr. Smith receives a present from a secret admirer.
*door bell* Mr. Smith answers the door. A beautiful women with long dark hair and blue eyes and voluptuous lips in a FedEx uniform delivers the package.
Alley- Merry Christmas sir, are you Mr. Smith? Mr. Smith- why yes and whom do I owe this pleasure? (Alley blushes) Alley- (she giggles in a flirtatious way) Well I think good ole saint Nick wouldn't mind getting a thank you every now and again. Mr. Smith- (taking the pen to sign for the package) well then...what is your name? Alley- Alley Mr. Smith- well then Alley, tell old St. Nick, thank you for sending an angel to deliver this package. Alley- (smiling and walks away)I will be sure to deliver the message. Marry Christmas!
Mr. Smith gives the package a shake and sets it down next on the table next to the door so he can go to the bathroom.
Who said so...i like happy movies, too. Just prefer violent ones. Violent movies teach just how frail human life is. Hey, someone do the Scene Two please! This is a collabo! You cant have me do everything, guys!
Scene Two is simple really guys. You dont have to have a degree in Screenplay Writing to do it. Okay, here goes SCENE TWO. (Crime scene, cops, coroners and forensic investigators beset the second floor where the murder of the young woman took place) See its simple.
The killer smokes a blunt while driving down the road while striking and killing 3 pedestrians in his quest of nudity. Upon arriving, Buffy is awaiting, "his favorite stripper". They snort 3 lines of coke and then enter the club.
Was that just an example? Because I would say, Scene 2: (elevator doors open on the man who killed the woman, an he is slumped on the floor in a pool of his own blood. Camera's back up into the lobby of a busy, posh, hotel. The gun is nowhere to be found. A woman screams. Tight closeup on the man's face. He's dead. His eyes are open.)
Smith gets plastered on tequila shots and pisses on the dead stripper. He feels the sudden urge to go to church and pray. When arriving at church, instead of praying, Smith kills the preacher at the door and sets the church on fire.
A studio ought to hire both you guys. Seriously. Okay, so he pisses and or kills the stripper. Scene Five, goes to church makes a confession, kills the priest, burns the church down. Phew! What happens in Scene Six?
Smith heads back to the hotel room to rest. While driving, he masturbates in the car while thinking of the days killings. He runs over 2 more pedestrians in his drunken madness and arrives at the hotel with his pants still unzipped.
Ok, now I got a question. So far so good. You guys are the screenwriters. So how does this all connect? Why is he dressed like a bum? Why is he packing a Smith and Wesson? And why is he killing everybody? Can we make the next scenes connect. I think this will make your script worthy for the Best Original Screenplay nomination. Lol.
Mr. Smith has snapped. His wife and child have been killed and in the next scene we will see flashes of his lost life. He has lost everything, including his mind. He has no idea who snuck into his house and brutally slaughtered his family, so he must kill everyone. It could be anyone.
my thoughts exactly. Make it simple. The lady he killed in the elevator is his wife. Thats why she recognized him. She left him when he lost his job, went boozing, became a bum. So he got a Smith and Wesson revolver for her. Now its his best companion. Besides the whores, of course. Gawd, i'm loving this.
I'm telling ya. And hey, Marine, good going. I always like a lil touch of the paranormal. As the director, I used fluorescent green frenzied images to depict the visions in his head. This is brilliant!
Smith has a sixth sense. He carries the Smith and Wesson because it was the murder weapon left behind from his familys killers. He has visions everytime he touches the gun. The visions are sometimes blurred, so he must kill anyone and everyone resembling the killers images upon touching the gun.
He goes over to his suitcase in the closet and opens it. Inside is a small wooden case with the mother of all Smith and Wessons. He takes it out and behind it is a envelope with a childlike scrawl. It says only one word, "Daddy".
He quickly tucks the gun, and the letter, into his jeans and walks out of the hotel room with out a second glance back. He goes to his car, but decides to go to the front desk. As he enters the lobby. The clerk is leaning back reading a comic book: Clerk: Damn, dude, what happened to you? Mr. Smith: You okayed a delivery to be sent to my room this morning? Clerk: Yep! She was pretty hot, huh? Mr. Smith: (smiles and then quickly pulls out the gun and puts a bullet right between the clerks eyes.) I distinctly asked not to be disturbed. (Mr. Smith replaces the gun, takes out his keys and twirls them on his fingers, whistles a happy tune and returns to his car. His first kill was satisfying.)
-cooking with Wesson is family tradition. (shows Mr. Brady at the dinner table with gigantic gut and a fork in one hand and a knife in the other. On the table is a head of a human with a bullet hole in the head. The kids are around the table with bibs and smiles.
Marcia- Golly Ma, this looks great! Did you cook him with Wesson? Peter- Shut up Marcia, you're so dumb. (he throws a roll at her nose) Marcia- (crying) my nose! Mr. Brady- Kids, stop it. Can't we just enjoy one f*cking meal in a nice and reasonable fashion?
Camera pans back to Mrs. Brady.
Mrs. Brady- (gives a smile and a shoulder shrug) In our house we only use Wesson. (She holds up her Wesson and smiles and her teeth sparkle)
Now thats an outright open rejection on the world wide web. I guess my lips are too good for ya, Bren. Go ahead then, have the Greek boy. LOL. I'll go find a leading lady to smooch with. I'm the Director. I'm HOT!!!
Smith has visions of the killer as he touches the gun. He smokes another blunt and snorts another line of coke. During his visions, he see's a masked midget. Smith puts on his kill face and immediately heads for blood.
Mr. Smith recognizes the little man, and is no mood to deal with his bullsh*&t. He has fought the killer dwarf on many occasions. Mr. Smith reaches in the back seat and sees his chainsaw. It's a pull start and he is cramped for space. So, he grabs his guitar. With one swift motions he brings it down on the little man's head. It shatters and he uses the strings to strangle the dwarf. He pulls so tightly, he severs the midgets head and sends it tumbling into the floorboard.
Hey, how does Smith kill all these people without drawing attention to himself. Without having the damn feds on his ass? How? C'mon people, I dont want a flaw in my damn script. What I'm I paying you for, for heaven's sake? Get to work!
he's a rogue agent or he's paying off the damn cops, which? Hey, he's a damn bum remember! How does he get the dough? Hey, I'm riding on your asses cos I want an Oscar worthy script. C'mon, gimme something better, you know you can (I'm enjoying this) C'mon, get to work, Writers! You know the Studio Execs are riding on my ass on this! How the hell are we gonna have a Summer blockbuster ready next year at this pace! Move it!
Can a person not look like a bum, but be an agent. Marine and I are going to have to come to an agreement somehow. Maybe, he is a government assassin and when he snapped he just let himself go. He has been living on the streets... the back alleys, sleeping in dumpsters to avoid detection. Sometimes, he cleans up and is as dashing as 007. He is a master of disguise. That is how he avoids detection. Damn, you're a slave driver... I like it.
His wife ended up being a double agent, and she hid his only child and faked her own and the child's death to escape him before he found out she was envolved in counter espionage. He found her, tracked her to the hotel and killed her. He is, now searching for his son.
There are a lot of terrible junk hubs here that are damaging to all the hardworking writers that are a major source of good content, be it commercial or otherwise.I would love to see as many hubbers as possible flagging...