An old Chinese man, GRANDFATHER, going through a beautiful Tai Zhi Quan form. It is very peaceful and graceful. The form ends with a palm strike towards camera, blacking out the frame. (for possible INTERCUT use)
INT. SUPERFIGHT ARENA - NIGHT
Spotlights cut through the murky darkness while rock music PULSES. The sound of the crowd, barely visible in the darkness, is a RUMBLE in the dark, not unli
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
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:
DAVID HELFGOTT wakes with a start in an indistinct place somewhere in the world. Late thirties, eyelids at half-mast, he stares into the wet night, mesmerized by a flashing red light.
David
(mumbling)
Kissed them all, I kissed them all, always kissed cats, puss-cats, kissed them, always did; if a cat let me kiss it, I kiss it - Cat on a fence Il kiss it - always, always, I will - didn I? I did be
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
Krypton, is empty for the moment. But the signs of its members are ever-present: around the great floating slab that is their conference table each has his (or her) own console of crystals - a transparent container marked with the identifying insignia, c.f. the symbols on each of their robes in Part I.
As Non and Ursa follow two paces behind. Zod strides along the slab, ignoring console after con
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.
The Hollow Man
written by Andrew W. Marlowe
Red Wagon
Prods.
Revised Draft
6/26/98
FADE IN:
On complete darkness.
A SMALL DOOR swings open.
A circle of light reveals that we I re looking down the
length of a tube. At the far end of the tube, we see a
gloved hand dangling a rat. The hand shoves the
frightened rat into the tube and closes the door behind
it. The rat s stark white fur bristle
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
A disheveled young man in a gaily colored Hawaiian shirt is launched into frame by someone offscreen.
He holds a printed paddle that reads "NO. 1468-6 NOV. 29 79."
The hatch marks on the wall behind him are apparently height markers.
VOICE OVER
... The first time I met Ed was in the county lock-up in Tempe, Arizona...
FLASH
As his picture is taken.
CLOSEUP
On the paddle: "NOV. 29 79."
VOICE OVER