This is my first proper script (I have a fair few unfinished ones under my bed ) so be nice.
Nah actually, scrap that. If its complete bollocks- just tell like it is. Probably better than having me ego stroked.
Well the film is a short, written for this univerisity I wanna go to, and I plan on shooting the script in the next week or two.
Anyways, I had to write around what I have avaliable to me- so thats basically a sports centre and a resturant. It chronicles the last day in the life of Wesley Turner, a poor little schlepper who has no control over his life, no aim or drive. Throughout the course of the day, Wesley comes to realise this, and ultimately decides to do something about it.
If any of you guys (and gals) liked Americian Beauty- chances are you’ll get something more out of this. Its my little homage- though I’d say about…87% of its fairly original (that is, not at all like AB )
So here it is- its only 25 pages or so, pretty short, so hopefully you’ll get through it. Oh and once the first scene is over and done with, thats when it really picks up and becomes actually
funny. Hopefully. Stick with it.
- INT. BEDROOM- EARLY MORNING
We see a YOUNG MAN asleep in bed. An alarm sounds. The YOUNG MAN starts to stir and finally turns the alarm off. He sits up and yawns widely. In a sleepy trance, he finds his slippers and slowly walks towards his window, opening the curtains.
YOUNG MAN (V.O)
My name is WESLEY TURNER. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m nineteen years old. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d like to think I live by the saying Ã¢â‚¬Å“Live free or dieÃ¢â‚¬?, or Ã¢â‚¬Å“Live and let liveÃ¢â‚¬?.. I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know, something cool like that. Actually, I live by none of those sayings. In fact, I live with my parents, work at some crummy sports centre, and- I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know, do the stuff guys my age do. Oh and right now, at this exact moment in time, I have a hang over.
MONTAGE of WESLEYÃ¢â‚¬â„¢S morning ritual
A) Wesley looking at himself in the mirror
B) Wesley brushing his teeth, carefully, and with great attention to detail.
C) Wesley looking more intently at his reflection, examining his appearance, somewhat critical of what he sees.
D) We see Wesley in a meditative position on his bed, slowly intoning to himself;
I am somebody. I matter. People will be attracted to my positive energy and help me achieve my goals. I am right where IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m supposed to be…
E) Wesley sings along to a song being played, while smoking some pot.
F) Wesley styling his hair.
G) Once again he is assessing himself in the mirror- after some deliberation he neatens his work tie.
- INT. BEDROOM- CONTINUING
Knocking can be heard at his bedroom door. Wesley snubs out the cigarette and hastily flaps his arms about in an attempt to hide the smoke.
Just a sec.
You know I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t like locked doors in my house.
Wesley opens the door. His MUM enters, all smiles and sunshine.
Wesley honey? Are you trying to look like a hobo?
Congratulations. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve succeeded admirably.
You have to get your arse in gear- the taxi is will be here soon. And what is that
Uh, nothing Mum.
(turns for the door, before slowly facing Wesley)
So. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re smoking pot now? IÃ¢â‚¬â€