The Devil in My Bed - Synopsis

The Devil in My Bed
Synopsis

Billy is a writer working as a mechanic on the road of life heading nowhere in particular.
He and his buddy are hanging out in a bar shooting the breeze.
Talking of cars and why Billy won’t show his writing to anyone. A beautiful woman named Felicity walks into the bar suitcase in hand.
Billy and Felicity start an affair just having some fun.
However while Billy is ready to grow and move on with his life Felicity is stuck on a rollercoaster going round and round and is not ready to get off.
It’s a true love and they do their best to hold on but it’s a rough ride.
Things can get crazy, but at what point do you cross the line once to often and can no longer return.
At what point can what once seems charming start to get destructive?
When everything in Billy says you have to let go but his heart, can he.

The Devil-Deconstructed

The Devil-Deconstructed

The criticism I received on my test shot led me to these conclusions.
I am going to eliminate the Cuban accent.
Tighten the script more.
Shoot in a way that considers that I may have to take chunks out for the edit and consider that in my framing and how the lines mingle.
I did an additional rehearsal.

Devil Rehearsal

Finished up the first draft of the script on Saturday night.
I had been collecting props and costumes as well as working on the script this week. Also finalizing the cast and talking to them to get their ideas and the rhythm of their speech so I could work these things into the characters.
Everybody is bringing something extra to movie. Misti Raye Warren (Felicity) has come up with several lines and is contributing songs as well as writing a song with me and sing on songs I've written.
Jonny Prince is playing Spider is also going to be the musical director and record songs and determine if incidental music is needed. He came over on Sunday and went through his lines like a hot knife through butter.
Henry McDaniel (Billy) is bring experience and is sort of the field captain making the less experienced actors feel more secure. Dan Reed (Magico) has sent very helpful scrip notes that I will incorporate into the story.
After Jonny left Misti, Henry and Dan came over for a script reading and this helped with a first rewrite smoothing out things that didn't flow or make sense. They agreed to come back Wednesday evening for another rehearsal before we shoot this weekend.
Misti came over last night to finish writing the song that she will play on the juke box when she enters the bar. We will make a tape of the songs tonight to give to Jonny to consider how to approach them.
We are having some problems with timing and locations but I think everything should work out.

Devil Test

Devil In My Bed - First Draft

DEVIL IN MY BED
a moving picture by
Jonathan Postal

A scratchy old timey version of Devil in My Bed that sounds like it’s coming from a cheap record player.
A shot of Billy in bed sleeping.
Billy Sunday is about 30 years old, a bit scruffy and sleeping in a single bed in his apartment. The apartment is spartanly furnished with just the bed, some curtains, a rug, dresser and a desk with an old manual typewriter on it with papers scattered about.
There is an old fashioned record player and records and books piled neatly about the floor and other available surfaces. Billy’s clothes are hanging from the end of his bed. A pair of old 501’s, western shirt, and leather car coat. There is a pair of boots by the bed set up neatly.
Billy is sleeping in a wife beater.
A closer shot shows Billy and on the night table aside from books and a glass of water is the only object in the apartment that pegs this as the 21st Century for sure and that is a cell phone.
The cell phone rings (the music fades) and Billy stirs. On the second ring he fumbles around for the phone and switching on a light examines the ID on the phone.
There is a close-up and we see the name FELICITY and when the phone rings again there is a fade to black.

We hear two voices talk as the camera travels over a bar a country song outro on the juke box. The shot is from the POV of the bartender pouring two beers then carrying them over and placing them in front of the hands of two men. One’s hand is holding a cigarette and the other’s holding an almost finished glass of beer.

Billy: (Speaks with an Arkansas accent) You see that magnificent bitch I was stroking today. She was leaking all over my fingers. Damn I could barley hold her keys, kept slipping out of my hands.

Magico: (Speaks with a very slight Cuban accent) She was beautiful, that’s a fact.
What the hell were you doing to her to get her so make that sound?

Billy: The problem wasn’t getting her to make the sound it was to get her to stop once she got started.

Magico: Those older models will do that.

Bartender: You boy’s done with those.

Billy: No mam. You can just leave those fresh ones we’ll be getting round to them soon enough, thanks much.

The camera cuts to a shot of the two men. We see Alehandro Roosevelt Magico on the left in a sharkskin suit and short brimmed hat. He is also in his early 30’s.
His shirt is open colored and over his lapels. Billy is wearing a dark long overcoat over a western shirt of a solid dark color.

Magico: What was she, a ‘70 442?

Billy: You got the ‘70 dead to rights amigo however it was a 350 rocket we were dealing with today. Which against popular opinion I would rather have under my hood than a 442 any day. Sometimes there is a place we visit called just right and today that place was a 1970 Olds Cutlass with a 350 Rocket and bench seats.

Magico: Much better for romance. You know Billy one day you’re goanna have to start working on some newer cars maybe God forbid hook one up to a computer.

Billy: I fucking hate computers and cell phones. I’m a luddit, I only have this piece of shit cause the boss forces my hand. and so far, thank God push has not come to shove. People know the go to guy when they have a real vehicle that needs some TLC.

Magico: Maybe before they all rust you’ll get something published and stop working in a garage. Of course first you’ll have to let another human being actually see something you’ve written.

Billy: I write plenty just never anything worth reading.

Magico: If you let me have a look sometime….

Billy: Magico, let it be for Chistsakes.

Magico: OK, OK, OK…Hey, Look, no what don’t look there is an angel on runway 2.

A wider shot includes the men and the jukebox, pool table and door.
It is through the door that Felicity Cher Deliqua enters.
She is hauling a ‘gator suitcase in one hand and a boombox in the other. She puts them down and gives the place the once over.
Felicity is a dark haired doe eyed creature with a bob and red lipstick.. She smells nice too. She’s wearing a dress and jacket, though she takes the jacket off and drops it on the suitcase.
She approaches the boys.

Felicity: Hey Cowboy, got a quarter for the jukebox.

Magico : He’s not a cowboy he’s a famous writer nobody’s allowed to read. Be nice and maybe he’ll put you in a story no one will read.

Felicity: I don’t care what you write about me as long as it isn’t true.

Billy: (slightly impressed) Ah, Dorothy Parker. That deserves a quarter and a drink.

Felicity: Actually Felicity Deliqua of Lafayette Louisiana,

Magico: Allow me. (takes a quarter out of her ear and hands it to her) A drink?

Felicity: First things first.
(She goes to the jukebox and plays Sleep When You’re Dead)
I adore A 15 I don’t mind what the song is but it always seems to be a good one. A 15 is just lucky for me.

Magico: Why is that?

Felicity: No reason does there have to be a reason?

Billy: Ignore my friend. Lets get you a drink. Bartender kindly get this girl a drink she looks parched. What will you have?

Felicity: A Dirty martini with Stoli would be wonderful.

Bartender: We only serve beer here.

Billy: Recommend the Paps Blue Ribbon, there are folks up in Milwaukee who are under the illusion that Budweiser is the king of beer, but here in Memphis we are under no such delusion we know the King to be The Blue Ribbon.

Felicity: In that case I will have the king, in a glass please.
(Bartender gets drink)
This place has lots of charm.

Billy: It’s lousy with charm.

Magico: Everywhere I look I see nothing but charm, but nothing so charming as yourself.

Felicity: You flatter me, don’t stop.
(Drinks arrive)

Billy: (Raises his beer. The other do in kind.) Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That’ll teach you to keep your mouth shut.

Felicity: Mr. Hemingway.

Billy: Actually Billy Sunday of West Memphis Arkansas. And this is my partner in crime Alehandro Magico.

Felicity: Billy, like Billy the kid. So you are a cowboy.

Billy: Weirdly enough I was named after Billy the Kid.

Felicity: You’re daddy was an admirer of gunfighters.

Billy: My daddy though William H Bonney was the dumbest son of bitche to ever walk the earth. He killed 21 men, one for every year of his miserable life most in the back or by surprise when they was unarmed, sometimes when they were sleeping. Couldn’t ride a horse or read.

Felicity: So why did he name you for him.

Billy: Well my daddy said, “Son I may not be ‘round much and the males in our family had a predisposition tword grandiose acts of stupidity and when you think you might have a bright idea you best should consider your namesake and think again.”

Magico: And nobody cares about my name.

Felicity: Of course we do babe. Magico. Is that like magic?

Magico: As a matter of fact my Grandfather was the greatest magician in Cuba in the 50’s and changed his name to Magico. (He pulls flower from his sleeve and hands it to her) He invented the illusion of the Drawn a Quartered Virgin where a beautiful woman would have her arms and legs bound to four black stallions and a velvet cloth draped over her body. Then he would whip the horses and they would thunder off ripping her apart. My grandfather would take the bleeding bundle in his arms and drop it in a tank of water, lift the velvet and the girl would emerge whole.

Felicity: That’s incredible. So you’re a magician.

Magico: a very poor one I’m afraid. When we came over on the last big boat lift I was an infant and my Grandfather wouldn’t come. Cuba was his heart. He though Castro would never last.
My father he hated magic so what I know I’ve had to teach myself.
Billy and I make our living fixing cars.

Billy: True enough.

Magico: Anyway I must disappear I know a third wheel when I see one.

Felicity: It’s been a pleasure and more.

Billy: See you tomorrow brother.

Magico: Good night. (Billy and Felicity put their heads together as Magico heads for the door. Before leaving he turns to look back at them-then really does disappear in a puff of smoke. No one notices.)

Billy: He’s been carrying those flowers around in his sleeve for the last month like a teenager with a rubber in his wallet waiting for this chance.

Felicity: Would you think less of a girl who had the same desires as a man and took action?

Billy: I would not. I believe every person to be on equal footing when it comes to desire.

Felicity: In that case I wish you would kiss me. (They Kiss – She bites his tongue and when he pulls back she laughs and engages him again.)

Billy: Would you come home with me?

Felicity: I’d love to – after just a few more drinks.

They return to his apartment and fall on the bed. The apartment is sparer than in the first scene having no curtains, rug or acumens of any kind. Billy puts a classical record on an old record player.

Billy: So I can’t help but notice that you’ve brought your wardrobe along. Is there a story here?

Felicity: Well…. I was living with a man.

Billy: A Man

Felicity: Well really a dog.

Billy: We’re all dogs.

Felicity: True. He seemed steady, you know not too exciting but steady and I though that right now seemed like a good time to give steady a whirl.
So he says – Come live with me and I’ll buy you a house and a car.

Billy: Never bought the house or the car?

Felicity: No he bought me the house and the car, and he could be very sweet. Then one day we had us a fight and I tell him I might well hit the road Jack. And he says – you better not drive off in the car on account it’s in his name. So I says what about this lovely house you got me. And he tells me that’s in his name too. So I say you really didn’t get me a house or a car, you fuck. I never asked you for a house or a car in the first place so just shove them both where the sun don’t shine and I walked.
He played me like a hock shop guitar.

Billy: And so you just walked.

Felicity: Not before a few things flew. But I didn’t take one damn thing he paid for. Everything I have is mine.

Billy: Lets make love and go to sleep.

Felicity: Sounds like a plan.

Blackout
We are back in the first scene and Billy watches the phone ring again.
Blackout.
We are in the apartment several months later and it is full of clutter. Aside from the curtains and rug there are piles of magazines and coupons. There are clothes everywhere and makeup and bottles and glasses and dishes and anything else you can think of.
Billy’s at the typewriter, Felicity looks to be asleep in the bed.

Felicity: Baby it’s late come to bed.

Billy: I just want to work on this for a while.

Felicity: You’re not still mad at me are you?

Billy: (Turns toward her) I was never mad.

Felicity: You know how much I love you.

Billy: Sweetheart I love you too. I really do. Now go back to sleep.

Felicity: I’m gonna put my stuff away and straighten up tomorrow.

Billy: You don’t need to do nothing crazy.

Felicity: No, I am – and you know I’ve been looking for a job.

Billy: I know you have darling. There ain’t nothing wrong – I’m about as happy as I know how to be on account of you. Now sweet dreams sleep tight.

Felicity: Don’t let the bedbugs bite. (She closes her eyes)

Billy works some more then holds the pages considering. He looks at his watch and looks to be pressed for time. Instead of destroying or safly hiding the story he camoflages it in the general chaos on the desk. Then puts on his coat and kisses the sleeping Felicity on the way out the door.
After a while Felicity wakes up. She’s wearing a slip. She lights a cigarette and takes a sip of wine from a glass on the nightstand.

Felicity: OK, I’m going to straighten this place up or die trying.

She goes about moving piles of stuff not really making much difference. She comes upon what Billy has been writing. Generaly he destroyes what he writes and she’s never read any of it.
She light a cigarette and paces around the room reading it.

Felicity: Devil In My Bed by Billy Sunday…hmmmm…oh hell…Lord…You Fuck…(laughs)…Why Billy you dope this isn’t half bad.

She notices several copies of the Oxford American on the desk and finding and envelope addresses it and heads out to mail it.
Billy comes home from work while she’s gone.
He looks for the pages he wrote and when he can’t find them gets adjitated and tosses thing around.
Felicity comes home.

Felicity: Baby you home…you’ll never guess what I did………oh I guess you guessed.

Billy: Felicity what the fuck did you do with my story. I asked you not to read them.
When I think they’re fuckin’ ready I’ll let you read them. Where did you put it? Please just give it fuckin’ back.

Felicity: Billy please calm down. That is not in my power.

Billy: What do you mean it’s not in your power?

Felicity: I mean it’s not in my power, I no longer have it in my possession and you should be fuckin’ grateful that some like myself loves you enough to kick your ass into gear. If you’re a writer write for Gods sake – don’t tear up every thought you have because you’re too much of a coward.

Billy: I’m not a coward. What did you do?

Felicity: and you’re a baby – now you’re whining.

Billy: I’m not firkin’ whining. Just tell me what the hell you did.

Felicity: I sent it into that Oxford American magazine you’re always readin’.

Billy: (sinks into a chair) Oh fuck.

Felicity comes behind him and puts her arms around him.

Felicity: Billy baby, you’re selling yourself short. Have a little faith. Trust me on this.
If I didn’t believe in you I wouldn’t have sent it in.
Do you think I’m stupid?

Billy: No not stupid, really messy and scattered but
Your on of the smartest people I‘ve run across.
But really kinda a slob.

Felicity: (pops him on the head then kisses him) then just trust me.
Do you know what felicity means?

Billy: No.

Felicity: It means a source of happiness and good fortune. That’s why my Mama named me that – they thought I was gonna bring happiness and good fortune into their lives. Just shows you how wrong a person can be.
Billy let me be your happiness and good fortune.

Fade to black.
Billy watches the phone ring again
Fade to black.

Billy is in the shower Felicity a dress half on.

Felicity: Billy this make me look fat.

Billy: Darling nothing makes you look fat.

Felicity: This makes me look fat.
(She walks out – comes back in holding 2 dresses)
Which one you like better.

Billy: They both look perfect how about the black one.
Whatcha getting all dolled up for.

Felicity: No – I think the blue one. Baby we’re going out celebrating your meeting tomorrow.
I bet you’ll be coming home with your first real assignment.
(Starts finishing up her makeup.)

Billy: Felicity it’s already way late, most everything is closed. Aside from that I don’t want to go out drinking and getting all fucked up I gotta go see this guy first thing in the morning.

Felicity: Well I’ve been cooped up here forever and I’m bored out of my skull. We don’t even have a goddamned TV here.

Billy: I hate TV

Felicity: You hate everything. I’d rather watch TV than watch you playin with your space bar. I’m going out an have so fun you can come or not.

Billy: Hey wait…

Door slams
Billy gets out of the shower and looks confused.
We see him around the house looking worried

Felicity comes through the door of the bar at dawn.
Her shoes are in her hand and her stockings are torn

A country song is playing on the jukebox. And at the bar are two guys with shaved heads and leather jackets having a morning beer. Spider and Lucky

Felicity: Hey boys, buy a girl a drink. You’re a big ol’ boy where you from.

Spider: Texas

Felicity: Hell, I heard they grow ‘em big out there – guess they wasn’t lying’

Spider: Get the lady a beer. What’s your name missy.

Felicity: Felicity, but if you’re buyin’ you can call me missy all night, or cuddle fish or whatever you like. What do you go by?

Spider: Call me Spider, and I don’t recon it’s exactly night anymore. This here’s Lucky – he don’t talk much.

Lucky: Ain’t much to say.

(The Drink comes.)

Felicity: What you are observing here is an imperfect act of desperation on my part.

Spider: You look sad come here to Spider and I’ll make it all better.
(He puts his arm around her and try’s to kiss her. She squirms away)

Felicity: I have a boyfriend.

Spider: Missy you are playing fast and lose in a game and you don’t even know the rules. Now come here. (He try's to kiss her again.)

Felicity: You’re just gross, and not a gentleman. (She throws her drink in his face.)
Spider: Bitch.
(He starts toward her but Lucky holds him back)
Lucky: She worth another talk with the cops?
Spider: Shit.
(Shakes himself loose and goes back to his beer.)

Felicity finds a pay phone and calls Billy. She’s crying.

Felicity: Billy please come and get me I wanna come home.

Billy pulls up in his car and lets her open the door and get in.
He’s more dressed than usual as he was going to the interview.

Felicity: You gonna make your appointment.

Billy: I might - I might not. didn’t sleep last night.

Felicity: (Sheepishly) Me neither.
(Billy just gives her a cold stare.)
Hey. I might have almost been raped and you just don’t give a flying fuck do you – you son of a bitch.
Well fuck you I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone.
(As Billy takes a slow turn she jumps out of the car)

Billy: Hey Where you going?

Felicity: Anywhere you’re not.

Billy: Felicity, I had just about enough of this.
(Slams the breaks and gets out of the car)
I’m only made of flesh and bone and you are a trial.
(She backs into a wall and he picks her up over his shoulder and tosses her in the car. They drive off)

Fade to black
Billy more awake hears the phone ring one more time
Fade to black

The garage Magico is under a car on a trolley and Billy is sitting on some tires

Magico slides out.

Magico: Hey man you look pretty bad. Check this out I’ve been working on it might cheer you up.
(He takes off his hat waves his hand over it and it disappears and appears precariously on Billy’s much larger head. Billy just tosses it back without a smile)
Billy: I don’t know what to do I love her so much it hurts.

Magico: I know man.

Billy: I owe her so much and she means no harm. She has a good heart and that’s the most important thing – and rare – a good heart…but I just don’t think I can take much more of Mr. Toads wild ride. It’s getting old.
Maybe I’m getting old.

Magico: You are getting pretty old. I’d tell you about my woman but I don’t even know where to begin. But I know, I know…Felicity – speak of the devil. Hey Felicity.
(Slides back under the car)

Felicity is in the doorway of the garage with her suitcase and boom box.

Felicity: I’m leaving Billy. This is it; I’m not messing around.

Billy: (Stands up and takes her hands. And looks into her eyes) I know.

Felicity: I really mean it Billy.

Billy: I understand.

Felicity: You’re not going to try and stop me this time are you.

Billy: No.

Felicity: You know I do love you.

Billy: Yea, I love you too. Do you have a place to stay?

Felicity: I can stay with Suzi, I’m gonna miss you.

Billy: I won’t be forgetting you anytime soon.
They kiss gently and she walks out of the garage.

Fade to Black
Billy looks at he phone – it’s the last ring. Deciding if he will answer.

The End

Devil: Storyboard

Falling

The One Dollar Incident

The Falling Shoot

The shoot was pretty cool.
We developed the idea over the weekend and had a working script and costumes by Sunday.
Had our actors nailed by Monday.
The crew worked well together and we got all the footage we needed.
We did have a problem with the sound. It was our fault the batteries were loaded incorrectly. we did get sound from the camera that was usable and we rerecorded some dialog the next day,
The edits went well, and I wrote 2 songs on the garage band in the lab which was interesting.

Devil In My Bed - First Thoughts (Update)

DEVIL IN MY BED - a moving picture by
Jonathan Postal

CAST:
Billy Sunday: About on the cusp of his third decade on this earth. Billy was born in West Memphis Arkansas where is daddy was a mechanic and amateur inventor (he created a machine that brushed your teeth and a device for turning corn around so you could eat it without getting butter all over your hands. You could say the two devices were related).
Billy got a writing scholarship to Oxford U of M however is currently working at the Midtown 66 during the day and writing at night.
He has yet to be published, primarily because he keeps rewriting his novel and won’t show it to anyone.
Billy’s lean and good-natured unless pushed too hard, and he generally does everything in his power not to let push get too near to a shove situation.

Felicity Cher Deliqua: Born in Lafitte La she was named Felicity “as it means a source of happiness and good fortune on account a that was what my folks were hopin’ I’d be, which shows you just how wrong a person can get it. And Cher as my mama just loved Gypsies and Thieves and played it all the time.”
She’s a lithe a very pretty girl with large eyes and dark hair, in her early 20’s. Here wardrobe tends toward the cinematic, lipstick red stockings with garters.
She can be a fallen angel or ten miles of bad road and you never know who’s gonna walk through the door.


William “Spider” Roosevelt Magico: Spider is Billy’s best friend and drinking buddy. They work at the garage together and Spider hopes to be a magician like his Cuban granddaddy. Only he isn’t very good yet. This is due to a lack of dexterity not intelligence. A Latin black man born in Jupiter Florida he came to Memphis because he heard that Memphis was used in more songs than any other city and therefore must be the place to sink roots.

SOUND: Most of the music will be written by me, though I might use some old country and Motown tunes.
It will generally emanate from a concrete source such as a jukebox or radio, but not always.

CONCEPT/STORY: Billy is at the point in a mans life where he can step up to the plate and become a man or step back into a holding pattern. Felicity makes up his mind for him.
She is fighting her own demons (but not fighting them too hard).
This story takes place over a 30 second period after the love has crashed and also burned. Billy is woken by the phone ringing and sees Felicity’s name on the caller ID. Between rings he flashes back to the high points and disintegration of their relationship while deciding if he should answer the phone (which will surly be bad news).

SHORT TREATMENT:
It is about 4: 30 in the morning and Billy’s cell phone rings.
Rising to the sonic occasion he has a look at the name on the caller ID. I t is Felicity Cher bearer of fulfillment and misfortune.
Between rings he recalls her walking into the Lamplighter lounge with her alligator suitcase and bad attitude.
He is talking to Spider and she drops the suitcase by the door and feeds the jukebox. Then she dances.
They drink and talk and fall in love. He tells her though he works a 66 he is a writer though he hasn’t yet gotten anything right enough to show anyone. She tells him she is nothing in particular but has worn many hats both literally and figuratively.
By the morning she is living with Billy and so it starts. Several hat boxes, an overturned suitcase and the bed.
Ring….
She has moved in. The once sparse place now has a woman’s touch and is much warmer if much more cluttered. Clothes and candy wrappers, a scarf over the lamp. There is Billy’s typewriter
And his stories hidden. Though she sees him work he won’t let her read anything.
She gets out of bed and lights a cigarette: it’s early, early afternoon (Billy’s at work). She is wearing a slip and yesterdays makeup. Determinedly she rummages about until she finds the stories and paces around the apartment smoking and reading. “Damn these are good. I don’t know what all the fuss was about.” She says and
finds an old manila envelope and sends them off to the Oxford American.
When Billy gets home he finds out and is as angry as Billy can get, however when it comes to fury he’s no match for Felicity and the apartments much worse for wear.

Still it’s working out as well as these things can work out. She had the stamina, the good heart, a true crazy lust for life and the ability to forgive. However she also had some serious melancholy and a bit a of a drinking problem.
Dorothy Parker is her role model and after a few drinks her accent changes from a good comforting Louisiana rhythm to something that would best be used to trade quips with Scott and Zelda.
Ring….
The adventure gets stranger till activity that once was amusing is frightening and out of control.
They have a fight about Billy not being much fun or use any more. Now that he’s had some stories published it seems he loves that typewriter more than her. That’s all she wrote for the typewriter.
She storms out and goes drinking and flirting and a bit out of control. Shaking off her admirer she starts walking, shoes in one hand a bottle in the other. When she calms down she gives Billy a call on a pay phone and tells him where to pick her up.
When he arrives and she gets in the car they start to bicker and as the car is slowing for a turn she jumps out. Billy has to chase her down pick her up and put her back in the car.
Ring…..
Billy and Spider are at work fixing a car on the rack. They are telling each other their problems. Billy says that he’s at the end of his rope.
Felicity comes into the station suitcase in hand (clothes sticking out the side to tell Billy she’s leaving him. “Again” says Billy. This is a dance they’ve done many times. “I hope you mean it this time an account I’m gonna change the locks.”
They have a sad goodbye and tell each other how they feel.
There are tears but Billy stands firm this time and Felicity walks out of his life he figures for good.
Ring….
Will Billy pick up the phone?

Location Shots For Falling

Falling Story with Owen Input

A student (Spencer Somni) staggers into class.
He is late he has not slept more than 3 hours in the last several days.
He is wearing an ill fitting over coat and shades and very much looks as if he hasn't slept in days.
The class room is an academic rather than studio setting.
He takes his seat between his friend a large guy with a thin beard almost reaching his chest and a Beatles T shirt on
& a beautiful girl (Angel), whom he is on the verge of falling In Love with.
She has a dark bob and is wearing a plaid skirt, a tight white shirt over a black bra and black boots (like Doc Martins)
The professors voice is heard off camera but we never see him.

Prof: As Freud said sometimes a cigar is indeed only a cigar.
Ah, Mr Somni you've decided to share some of your your valuable time with us.

Somni: Sorry, no time to fall asleep.

Prof: No my problem. Please just settle down I think you've disrupted this class quite enough for today. Now on to Doctor Freud's views on romantic love and more to point, the the act so to speak of falling in love.

(while he is speaking Angel writes a brief note leans over and says quietly.

Angel: If you need a bed after class this is my address, though I can't promise sleep.

(Spencer looks at her with adoration - he is clearly falling in love. His goal is to finish the class and make it to her bed.)

Prof: Mr.Somni you are not the only student in this class, this is my last warning .
If you do not like the way this class operated (pause) you managed to stumble in here, you know where the door is if you find the need to stumble out.

Somni: No, Sorry I.....

Prof: And for God's sake take off those sun glasses this is a University not a beach.

Somni: (removing the glasses) Sorry. (glancing at Angel who lovingly smiles at him)
As the Professor talks his head falls on his arms and he falls asleep. The camera dolly's to a close up. This has all been one shot.)

Prof: So Freud is is noted as ones say to his podiatrist on the topic of romantic love "how can one walk with the angels when a mans feet are otherwise occupied parading about some woman. The podiatrist who had already been married four times and was conducting an affair with with the woman who pushed the tea trolly about said........................

(Somni awakes in a black and white world. The classroom is empty and he hears an sweetly accented voice say)

Angel: I'll be waiting Mister.

(She Blows him a kiss and closes the door behind him)

(He runs to the door after her but when he goes through it he finds himself in the middle of town. He brings up his hand to scratch is nose and see the crumpled paper with address still written there.}

(In a few steps he find himself at a cross walk. The traffic sign changes to don't walk and try as he may, though he can akwardly lift one foot at a time he can not walk. When the sign changes back to walk he is caught off gaurd and staggers into the intersection.)

(he looks at the address gets his bearings and starts down the street.
He is directly in the way a a man in a suit with a briefcase.
They do that little dance people do when they are trying to get around one another then the man tosses aside his briefcase with abandon and starts to dance something akin to a foxtrot with Somni.

Man: You dance divinely.

Somni: You too, but I really got to go.

Man: I do understand.

(The man spins Somni about in an elaborate move and he spins off landing in frount of a house.
When he checks the address he finds it is his destination.)

(The door is unlocked and when he opens it he finds himself directly in Angels bedroom. She is on the bed an the same clothes she wore in class.)

Somni: I love you.

Angel: I love you too. (She says as she vanishes from the bed)

THE END

Falling Storyboard

FALLING

I think it would be good to think around the obvious first thoughts of falling such as down stairs.
You could consider Falling in Love, Falling Asleep, Taking the Fall.
Also maybe a sort of Alice in Wonderland Falling Down The Rabbit Hole where someone would fall through a hole and wind up somewhere completly different and unusual.
I'd like to hear your thoughts and also if there is a time we could meet.
Jonathan

Some Delayed Reactions to 1 Dollar

From: chuck@snap-e-chuck.com
Subject: Re: My Film
Date: October 11, 2007 12:35:32 PM CDT

AWESOME! very cool...i like it!

J,
I loved the addition of the music. I assume that was your music? It fleshed it out and gave it greater mood. And I also liked baby sitting senario. Is your focus for your master's on video?

T.

Movie Ideas Project 2

1. An oral biography of a musician who killed himself after one hit and too many drugs. This is not a mockumentry but played straight.
There would be footage of the original band.
Then each person from his past would have just their side of the story to relate to the camera and not the entire script.
This is because I would not want them to know even as actors what happened in the part of his life they were not present.
I would then edit the stories together.

2. A man has a accedent and wakes up out sync with time.
The world goes on around him as if he were there. You could put someone in a closet and they would keep acting as as if they were in the world.
He runs into a gang that is also out of sync and also ofcourse a girl.

3. A girl is meloncoly. She starts out as a witty companion but quickly spirels down.
This is about the differece between someone who is essentric and when they then cross the line.

Photos From Dollar

Comments On Dollar Incident and My Responce

wish I could see it though because I did like the music but felt it was too much in certain parts, I wouldn't have removed it completely. I think that the editing certainly improved the boy's and busdriver's roles/performances; I still like the bus driver and I thought his 'non-acting' acting helped the feel of the movie in the same way the non-professional actors added to the bleak and strange atmosphere of the movie "Bubble".
Hope that helps Thanks! - Mary

Frank Hom a film maker from Los Angeles called me and said he missed the long cuts as he thought the gave the film more tension and missed the dialog I cut out.
On the whole he seemed to think it showed promise and and told me to follow my instincts and stick with it.

Tanya
Told me that the music was too loud (I did another mix and also added more ambient sounds. I also tried to put a bit more space in the cuts.
She liked the story and though it was much improved now that it is finished.

Postal Response:I edited again giving more space and air to the cuts.
I lowered the music and added ambient sound.
I also put in a different take of the babysitter shot.
I edited again (not on group but on single) giving air to some cuts

The One Dollar Incident: A Moving Picture Synopsis 3 Lines

The One Dollar Incident is about a robbery gone awry.
Based on a true confrontation that happened to me in San Francisco the story has been moved to Memphis.
After beinng robbed a younge man asks the thief to watch over him.

One Dollar Incident - Medium Synopsis

The One Dollar Incident is about a robbery gone awry.
Based on something that happened to me in San Francisco the story is relocated to Memphis.
A young man forced by circumstance into dark end of town.
A thief, a pro not a junkie.
There is colt 38, and demands for money.
The kid tells him that he only has one dollar. Something in the young man’s intonation rubs the thief the wrong way; he brings the barrel of the revolver upside the kid’s head. There’s only a dollar and a wallet containing a maxed out credit card.
The thief decides to return the dollar and walks away.
Afraid of being robbed again the kid begs the thief to stay.
What can a man do?

THE ONE DOLLAR INCIDENT: A Moving Picture Synopsis

The One Dollar Incident is about a robbery gone awry.
Based on something that happened to me in San Francisco, relocated to Memphis.
The story follows a young man forced by circumstance and a bus driver into unfamiliar and dangerous part of town.
A man asking for a light confronts him. He is a tall-relaxed black man; the kid knows he’s in trouble.
The man is a thief. He is however a pro not a junkie.
The kid approaching cautiously as thee man is casually showing him and colt 38, and demands his money.
The kid tells him that he only has one dollar. Something in the young man’s intonation rubs the thief the wrong way; he brings the barrel of the revolver upside the kid’s head. There’s only a dollar and a wallet containing a maxed out credit card.
The thief informs the kid that this is his home that the kid invaded,
These are reasonable consequences considering the situation.
Relaxing, (the kid is harmless) the thief decides to return the dollar and starts to walk away.
Afraid of being robbed by a less reasonable thief the kid begs the man to stay until the bus arrives. Feeling pity he agrees.

On Adding Sound and Editing

I was helped by my instructor tightening ing up some misconseptions and seeing some possibilites before I started out with the fix.
I reacted to the comments from after the rough edit and tightened-however I tightened too much.
So not it was a matter of relaxing out the images and giving them som breating space.
Also rerecording some sounds I had to add.
Most of the diolog was savable but one line I will later reshoot and drop in (You want me to be your motherfuckin' baby siter).
I blindly messed with garage band till I was able to record a sound track.
Came in and pasted it together with spit and bubble gum.
So we shall see.