The most frustrating thing about living in these insane times is the number of lovely, kind-hearted people I know who don't (won't?) see how absolutely nut-bonkers everything has gotten—the degree to which so many good things in this world are under serious threat.
Threat-level awareness hasn't done me any favors, that's for sure.
The first thing I did after the election was get horribly, uselessly depressed. Then I banged out a feature length script called RETAIL, an off-the-wall bit of catharsis that'll pretty much for sure never get made. I felt better while writing it, but it didn't break me out of the question that's been pounding my brain since November, jamming me up creatively:
I know, I know: alarmist liberal bull-excrement, right? Everything is fine. Nothing can possibly go wrong. This is America. Blah, blah, blah.
Nonetheless, that's where I was.
So I decided to do something different.
For me, this meant I would start writing a screenplay with zero preparation. No outlining. No cork board with index cards. Just a loose idea for an opening scene and the words, "FADE THE H*LL IN..."
See, in these insane times I feel it's incumbent upon me to shake off any of the remaining strictures of fear that would keep me from telling the truth, as I see it. And although if you know me, you know that I'm a guy who doesn't really go in for swearing so much, one of the strictures I knew I needed to shake off was that I was worried what the people I grew up with would think about the profanity in some of my scripts.
Sure, I put it in anyways, because that's the truth about how people talk.
But I was worried about it.
For this script, though, I was gonna throw that concern to the wind. My only rule beyond "don't prepare" and "have fun while you do it" was that I had to put as much profanity on every page as was humanly possible.
So I called my script "F**K THE APOCALYPSE" and dove right in.
I swore my eff-starking head off.
On every bleeping page.
For ninety-four pages.
And now (less than half an hour ago), I typed "FADE THE H*LL OUT" and that was it.
My fourteenth feature-length script.
Done like clustercussing dinner.
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