Princess Mononoke Script
In ancient times, the land
lay covered in forests,
where, from ages long past,
dwelt the spirits of the gods.
Back then, man and beast
lived in harmony,
but as time went by, most
of the great forests were destroyed.
Those that remained were guarded
by gigantic beasts...
who owed their allegiance
to the Great Forest Spirit,
for those were the days
of gods and demons.
Yakul
wood-ish ideas. Ted and Terry are incredibly gifted writers, but what the script really needed was a directors vision. I tinkered with almost every scene to reflect exactly what the film would look like.
I incorporated a concept that would ultimately result in my leaving the project over creative issues with Jon Peters. The concept was the rough filmmaking style of Czechoslovakian animator Jan Sv
TRACKING DOWN the line of empty, open capsules. Frozen twilight. The final four capsules are sealed, lids in place.
ANGLE - INSIDE CAPSULE
NEWT, then RIPLEY. HICKS next, his head and chest bandaged. Then BISHOP in his caul of plastic. But the lid of Bishops capsule is misted with hothouse condensation.
CLOSER
A tear of fluid streaks the condensation.
An alarm SOUNDS.
A monitor begins to scroll da
Stars in the black of space. PAN DOWN to sapphire blue sky, the brighter stars still shining through. Its Arctic midnight, the weak sun tiny on the distant horizon. We skim along the water, in and around looming glacial cliffs-- The top of an iceberg pushes through the waters surface. Carved into the ice is a single mammoth word:
G o d z i l l a
We continue past, along the ocean, and discover:
"BATMAN RETURNS"
1 INT. A STUFFY MANSION--A NIGHT ABOUT FORTY YEARS AGO 1
The viewer floats through an overbearing mansion and
up its sweeping staircase to where a stern man in
conservative dress is pacing back and forth, smoking a
cigarette in a cigarette holder. He is the FATHER. The
throes-of-labor pants and moans of the MOTHER can be
heard from down the hall.
Now, eerie Gaas and Goos chill th
SAM ACE ROTHSTEIN, a tall, lean, immaculately dressed man approaches his car, opens the door, and gets inside to turn on the ignition.
ACE: (Voice-over) When you love someone, youve gotta trust them. Theres no other way. Youve got to give them the key to everything thats yours. Otherwise, whats the point? And, for a while . . . I believed thats the kind of love I had.
(Suddenly, the car explode
Monsters Inc. Script
Good night, sweetheart.
Good night, Mom.
Sleep tight, kiddo.
Whoa!
Oh! Aye! Oh! Oh!
Simulation terminated.
Simulation terminated.
Simulation terminated.
Simulation terminated.
Simulation terminated.
All right,
Mr. Bile, is it?
Uh... my friends
call me Phlegm.
Uh-huh.
Mr. Bile, can you tell me
what you did wrong?
I fell down?
No, no, before that.
Can anyone tell me
Mr. Biles b
Of glowing honey-colored stones. Their shapes ABSTRACT as THE CAMERA EXAMINES air bubbles and crystalline patterns.
MOVING UP AND OVER this amber abstraction, the CAMERA FINDS unusual shapes and imperfections caught in the glassy stone: flecks of dirt, hairs, cracks. STILL MOVING. STARBURSTS OF LIGHT ricochet off the different surfaces of the stones.
CAMERA TURNS along a creamy stretch of amber.
"TREASURE HUNTER"
FADE IN:
EXT. CARIBBEAN ISLAND -- DAY
A secluded island surrounded by bright blue-green water.
Sand untouched by footprints, this place has been forgotten.
A mountain with the vague image of a skull on its craggy
face grows out of the jungle.
A seaplane zooms overhead, pontoons skimming the water until
they slide onto wet sand.
EXT. BEACH -- DAY
Two sets of BOOTS mar the smooth
A beautiful golden sun is setting. The sky is on fire. The CAMERA starts to move downwards. A large neon sign rises into shot. It rests on top of a skyscraper and fills the frame. The building is neither past nor future in design but a bit of both.
Slowly we pan downwards revealing the city that spreads below... A glittering conglomeration of elevated transport tubes, smaller square buildings wh