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Thursday, 2/12 6PM at The Social
65 N University Ave Downstairs Suite 2, Provo, UT 84601 Print some pages and let's do a good old-fashioned table read round robin
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First attempt at a true beginning: EXT. Cefalù, Palermo, Sicily, Italy, 1919 boats moving on top of gentle waves A bird perches on a boat, taking a moment to dry his feathers and enjoy the view A rock flies at the bird, nearly missing him. The bird flutters away Luca, 7 is teaching younger brother Marco, 4 how to use a slingshot, they giggle behind their partially ajar bedroom window facing the water INT. kitchen Niccolo (father) ceases pouring his coffee, rolls eyes, makes eye contact with Gloria (mother) and sighs They proceed to the boys' bedroom and open the door. Gloria yanks both of their ears and they wail, the slingshot falls to the ground Gloria Wasn't planning on cooking seagull tonight, boys. She kneels down, grabs the slingshot and gently tucks it into her apron, gazing at the boys with equal parts pity and admiration. The boys nurse their ears on the floor Niccolo For Christ's sake! We're pescatori, not uccellatore. Luca Maybe you are, but I still haven't been out on Il Delfino! Niccolo, smiling wryly Tell you what, Luca. I'll take you out on the boat right now. Luca Oh Papa, you mean it? Niccolo Sure! And you ain't coming off until that mark you left is well sanded and painted over. How does that sound? He emphatically leads his son out of the bedroom. Luca It was Marco! Niccolo Right, he just taught himself I suppose. Niccolo nudges him out the door. Luca groans. Gloria It wasn't the worst shot I've ever seen. Marco Thanks. Gloria Go on and see if your brother could use some help. Marco eagerly makes his way to Il Delfino Gloria gazes out the window at Niccolo, Luca & Marco as if to invite a series-within-a-series
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Thursday, 2/12 meetup at The Social (6PM-ish arrival)
65 N University Ave Downstairs Suite 2, Provo, UT 84601 Bring some pages and let's do a good old-fashioned table read round robin
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1 like • 12d
was hoping that's how the votes would go tbh 😁 let's plan for the social on the 12th approx 6 PM
Jan 15 •
Hey, everyone, CLICK here for the first six pages of my screenplay adaptation. A couple people in tonight's meeting said they'd like to see it...
Let me know how it helps you! Thanks!
1 like • 30d
On the edge of my seat already. Definitely some terms I’m not fully grasping, I’ll ask about them on Wednesday
1 like • Jan 15
EXT. Somewhere near Welwel A sweaty, crowded pre-WWII thatched roof camp for the Italian colonialist soldiers. Men are playing cards, lifting weights, etc. Leo is smoking a cigarette in a hammock, staring at a picture of his *girlfriend/wife/significant other?* longingly Alfa (Alfredo) Hey, come on, don't be selfish. We could all use a little material here. Alfa gestures so as to indicate sexual frustration, a scatter of chuckles amongst the ranks. Alfa tries to snatch the picture out of Leo's hands, but Leo makes an athletic move to effectively roll himself out of the hammock, conceal the picture in a convenient pocket and complete a lighthearted double leg attack at ~50% energy, landing in full mount. Circle forms with anticipation but the scuffle is broken up by a lieutenant. Lieutenant Save it for the enemy, will you two? Alfa We're just staying loose, sir. Leo Easy to stay loose when you're a fish. Leo imitates a fish in hyperbolic fashion and the whole camp laughs, roughhousing briefly resumes. Captain breaks up the fight/nudges the two in an encouraging way like father figures do. Marco is standing in the doorway, haven't seen each other in ~1.5 years. Marco Takes a fish to know a fish. The camp doesn't understand that they're brothers yet, the men feature furrowed brows. Leo is frozen. Alfa Who's this little shit? Leo That little shit's my brother. Marco, I can't believe it. The men cheer. Marco and Leo embrace emphatically. Alfa Oh, get a fucking room, Jesus Christ. The men chatter in amusement. Marco Heard you guys needed a little help. Marco scans the soldiers. Marco But I don't think any amount of help could save this sorry lot. The men erupt in laughter, roughhousing resumes. *Focus on the physical/psychological exchange between Alfa, Leo and Marco* Leo Marco, this is Alfredo da Costa. They shake hands Marco Good to meet you. Alfa Call me Alfa. Leo You'll have to forgive his disposition, he's from Naples. Leo and Alfa shadow box, then Alfa makes it obvious he is going to use the restroom, leaving Marco and Leo to catch up.
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