SERIAL MOM
by
John Waters
Second Draft: July 22, 1992
1. Film opens with prologue title: "This is a true
story. The screenplay is based on court testimony,
sworn declarations, and hundreds of interviews
conducted by the film-makers". Fade out.
Fade in to second prologue title: "Some of the
innocent characters names have been changed in the
interests of a larger truth". Fade out.
Fade in to final
SPHERE
BY
PAUL ATTANASIO
Based on the novel by
Michael Crichton
BARRY LEVINSON VERSION SHOOTING SCRIPT
FADE IN:
EXT. OCEAN FLOOR - DAY
BEGIN TITLES.
MOVING AMONG the hallucinatory variety of creatures --
barbaric, distorted, sublime -- that haunt the ocean floor.
All but unknown to man except in the deep preconscious brain
that houses the family album of the race... Where we remember
that they ar
Happy Harry Hardon - Did you ever get the feeling that everything in America is completely fucked up. You know that feeling that the whole country is like one inch away from saying Thats it, forget it. You think about it. Everything is polluted. The environment, the government, the schools you name it. Speaking of schools. I was walking the households the other day and I asked myself. Is there li
A high AERIAL SHOT of the island features the Statue of Liberty prominently in the foreground then TRAVELS ACROSS the harbor, OVER the Battery and Lower Manhattan to Greenwich Village.
EXT. EAST 77TH STREET - DAY
A car is being hoisted up by a municipal tow truck while its owner is having a terrible screaming argument with a parking enforcement officer. DANA BARRETT comes home pushing a baby bugg
Bring It On Script
Im sexy, I?? cute
I?? popular to boot
Im bitchin, great hair
The boys all love to stare
Im wanted, I?? hot
I?? everything youre not
Im pretty, I?? cool
I dominate this school
Who am l, just guess
Guys wanna touch my chest
Im rockin, I smile
And many think I?? vile
Im flyin, I jump
You can look but
dont you hump, whoo
Im major, I roar
I swear I?? not a whore
We cheer and we lead
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
Tomorrow Never Dies
Screenplay
by
Bruce Feirstein
(for educational purposes only)
FADE IN ON:
EXT. DESOLATE MOUNTAIN RANGE - HIGH ANGLE - DAWN
Super: THE KHYBER PASS, AFGHANISTAN
Were looking down at what used to be called "The End of the Known
World." A landscape that is both beautiful, and forbidding.
In the center of this vista, there is a deep ravine.
Pushing in on the ravine, there appears t
Kids In The Hall: Brain Candy Script
Hey! Hey! Hey! Show some respect you homeless piece of shit!
Smile! Its free!
Okay, I am going to tell you a story now about how people...
Iike that sad, pathetic prick back there, found happiness.
But it is not a happy story, oksa?
I mean, why do people think that life should always be happy? You Know?
Because when I was a little boy, my mother used to sing m
Blackness. Then a hint of green becomes EARTH. It lies across an expanse of space. Richly colored. Fertile.
A GIGANTIC ASTEROID cuts into frame, Burning into EARTHS ATMOSPHERE and striking down in the currant area of Guzumel, Mexico.
Voice : An impact equivalent to ten thousand nuclear weapons detonating simultaneously.
A HUGE DINOSAUR FOOT steps down hard and is VAPORIZED with a deafening ROAR.
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