Many people have asked me what happened with Sandman, and to date Ive kept mum. But theres so much misinformation and rumor out there that I feel its now time to tell my side of the story:
Its simple. I was at Warner Brothers one day in 1996 chatting it up with Lorenzo DiBonaventura (aint that a mouthful). Good ol Lorenzo decided to whip through a bunch of titles that they had in development, cu
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
Amadeus
1 INT. STAIRCASE OUTSIDE OLD SALIERIS SALON - NIGHT - 1823 1
Total darkness. We hear an old mans voice, distinct and in distress. It is OLD
SALIERI. He uses a mixture of English and occasionally Italian.
OLD SALIERI
Mozart! Mozart! Mozart. Forgive me! Forgive your assassin!
Mozart!
A faint light illuminates the screen. Flickeringly, we see an eighteenth century
balustrade and a flight of
"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
COPYCAT
Third draft by
Frank Pierson
Participating writers:
Ann Biderman
Jay Presson Allen
INT. LECTURE HALL BERKELEY - DAY
The hall is full. On the stage, DR. HELEN HUDSON is
speaking. HELEN is a forensic psychologist. Behind her is
a projected diagram: PREDISPOSITION, DISSOCIATION, TRAUMA,
FANTASY, VIOLENT FANTASY, FACILITATORS, MURDER, and
TRAUMA-REINFORCEMENT which she can point to with a las
Tiled roofs, the stark white stucco of a colonial town square. Black iron bars at a bank. A briefcase carried in a mans hand. A snipers rifle being assembled. Thick blocks of hundred dollar bills. Placed in the briefcase. A mans teeth as he smiles grimly at the sight.
Sounds over a SUBJECTIVE VIEW. The BRIEFCASE SNAPS SHUT. A VAULT DOOR SLAMS. RUBBER SOLES WALK a tiled floor. Ahead, brilliant, w
THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE
By
David Self
Revisions by
Michael Tolkin
Based on the Novel
by Shirley Jackson
11/10/98
Initial Shooting Script
NOTE: THE HARD COPY OF THIS SCRIPT CONTAINED SCENE NUMBERS.
THEY HAVE BEEN REMOVED FOR THIS SOFT COPY.
BEGIN MAIN TITLE SEQUENCE.
At the very edge of hearing, the tone of human VOICES.
Unintelligible, babbling, eerie. Then a loud FLAPPING SOUND.
It shifts fro
Silent and endless. The stars shine like the love of God... cold and remote. Against them drifts a tiny chip of technology.
CLOSER SHOT
It is the NARCISSUS, lifeboat of the ill-fated star-freighter Nostromo. Without interior or running lights it seems devoid of life. The PING of a RANGING RADAR grows louder, closer. A shadow engulfs the Narcissus. Searchlights flash on, playing over the tiny ship
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.
blanket off the corpse on
a wheelbarrow manned by Constable Two. A snobby MAGISTRATE
looks, disgusted. Constable One and Ichabod wait.
HIGH CONSTABLE
Burn it.
CONSTABLE ONE
Yes, sir.
Constable Two wheels the corpse inside. Ichabods dismayed.
ICHABOD
Just a moment... if I may. It is
possible this man was murdered.
HIGH CONSTABLE
He drowned. Anyone could see.
ICHABOD
There are surgical ways of tell