Sunday 3 March 2013

The Book

A Short Movie - No Speech - Written for a customer in Asia - who managed to acquire it without paying. So reproduced here - in case he claims it as his own. KARMA.




FADE IN:

Title: “YOU CANNOT OPEN A BOOK WITHOUT LEARNING SOMETHING. CONFUCIUS”
 


INT. ROOM - DAY
The COLOUR-TONES are SEPIA: BROWNS, PALE GREY.

A SLIVER of SUNLIGHT highlighted by DUST in the ROOM shines on a drawer full of papers.
PAPER SHEETS are being shuffled. The unseen hands are looking for a good sheet of paper.

The FINGERS test the paper and this is approved of.

The paper sheet is placed in a VERY OLD UPRIGHT TYPEWRITER - from the early 1900s.

The HAND struggles to put the paper into the typewriter correctly. 

The paper is crushed a little. It is removed from the typewriter - flattened out and replaced the other way.

The HAND turns the dial to feed the paper through the typewriter.

The HAND wipes the paper to remove the dust.

EVERYTHING is READY to start writing.

REVERSE SHOT of the PAPER and the TYPEWRITER. The HANDS start to TYPE WORDS.

We cannot see the what the words say as they are on the other side of the paper.

SUDDENLY the COLOURS of the room are WARMER. A vase of FLOWERS by the window brings COLOUR.

The process of typing/writing is bringing the room ALIVE.

Through the WINDOW and outside is THE SUNSHINE and LIFE and it streams into the room.

People PASSING the window are seen as SHADOWS on the WALL of the room.

INT. ROOM - NIGHT
The HANDS are still typing and beside the typewriter is a BUNDLE of TYPEWRITTEN PAPER.

USING STOP/ACTION  THE TYPE WRITTEN BUNDLE OF PAPER GROWS. USING

DIFFERENT LIGHT to show that time is passing. 

INT. ROOM - SUNRISE
The TYPING continues. THE BUNDLE OF PAPER is almost complete.

A SHOT through the window of THE MORNING SUN RISING.

The warm sunlight shines on the MANUSCRIPT beside the typewriter.

The FINAL PAGE is typed and the HANDS place it on the pile.

The MANUSCRIPT is turned over and wrapped in OLD PAPER.

The MANUSCRIPT and OLD PAPER are tied up with string.

INT. TRUCK - DAY
The MANUSCRIPT is thrown into the BACK of A MAIL TRUCK.

The DOORS are closed. The inside of the truck is grey apart from light coming from the outside which shines on the PACKAGE.

INT. PUBLISHER - DAY
The MANUSCRIPT PACKAGE delivered to a very dull office.

The PACKAGE is dumped in a PILE with other MANUSCRIPTS.

LATER
Eventually the STRING  is CUT and THE PACKAGE IS OPENED.

SUNLIGHT ENTERS THE GREY OFFICE.

There is MORE COLOUR in the room.

A hand takes the first sheet and places it on the desk to presumably START READING.

A HAND holding a PEN strikes through SEVERAL OF THE WORDS and A CORRECTION is WRITTEN next to it.

The PEN changes the TITLE of THE BOOK.

CUT TO:

INT. PRINTERS - DAY

The HANDWRITTEN TITLE has changed to a PRINTED TITLE.

The PAGES of the BOOK are being printed in a small factory.

A HAND PICKS up the PAGES now in BOOK FORM.

CLOSE UP OF THE TITLE OF THE BOOK.

CUT TO:

INT. BOOK SHOP - DAY

The TITLE of THE BOOK is still in shot.

PULL BACK to show we are now in a BOOK SHOP.

Once again the TONE in the shop is DULL and DRAB.

The BOOK is PLACED on a TABLE for “SALE”.

A CUSTOMER’S HAND picks up the BOOK and OPENS IT.

COLOUR FLOODS into the SHOP.

PULL BACK TO REVEAL the CUSTOMER is WEARING a VERY COLOURFUL GARMENT.
CLOSE UP OF MONEY CHANGING HANDS.

INT. HOUSE. BEDROOM - NIGHT

A DULL room - A BUMP in the bed suggesting someone is under the blanket.

MEDICINES NEXT TO THE BED.

A HAND TAKES OUT THE BOOK.

It is being held as if someone is reading from it.

The ROOM becomes a little brighter. There is movement from the bed. The OCCUPANT is perhaps feeling better.

INT. HOUSE. BEDROOM - DAY
TIME HAS PASSED. The occupant of the bed is now gone. HANDS are clearing the room. PHOTOS,
CLOTHES, BOOKS are put into BOXES.

EXCEPT THE BOOK. Hands flick through the pages, sun shines in the window but THE BOOK is closed again and is placed under a bookcase to keep the bookcase steady.

INT. HOUSE. BEDROOM - DAY
NEW FURNITURE IS CARRIED INTO THE ROOM. THIS IS A NEW FAMILY.
LEGS RUNNING ABOUT.

The BOOK lies dusty under the led of the BOOK CASE.
The DUSTY BOOK is thrown into a BAG for RUBBISH.

EXT. DUSTY ROAD - DAY
THE BAG of RUBBISH sits in the back of a TRUCK full of bags along with the BOOK CASE.

THE TRUCK goes over a BUMP in the ROAD and the BAG FALLS OUT OF THE TRUCK.

SEVERAL CARS run over the BAG. The BOOK slips through a hole in the bag.
It SLIDES DOWN the side of the road into a STREAM.

EXT. STREAM - DAY
The BOOK floats over rocks, around corners and eventually is WASHED UP ON THE RIVER BANK.

EXT. RIVER BANK - DAY
It is a DARK, DULL DAY.

THE FEET OF A CHILD kicks stones by the river.
The feet stop at the book which is drying in the sun.

A CHILD’S HAND PICKS UP THE BOOK.
The SUN starts to SHINE.

INT. CHILD’S FAMILY ROOM - NIGHT
This is a bedroom of a poor family. The CHILD’S HAND OPENS the book and the ROOM BRIGHTENS.

EXT. SCHOOL - DAY

THE CHILD’S HAND SWAPS the book for a TOY.

THE OTHER PAIR OF HANDS give the CHILD’S HANDS the TOY and ACCEPT the BOOK.

EXT. TREE - DAY

UNDER A TREE someone is reading the book.

INT. ROOM - NIGHT
The ROOM is DULL maybe only lit by a CANDLE
The BOOK that has been read is CLOSED by a HAND. Someone has finished the book.
A PEN is PICKED UP and ON A BLANK PIECE OF PAPER, a HAND starts TO WRITE.
THE ROOM BECOMES BRIGHT.

FADE TO BLACK.


THE END.


bobby stevenson 2013  
thoughtcontrol ltd

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