artist, a genius sculptor.
Im an ordinary businessman who wants
a quick return on his investment.
Ive put $
in this historic peep show of yours.
-I could use that to better advantage.
-All right, Matthew.
Ive known for some time
you wanted to dissolve our partnership.
-I may be able to accommodate you.
-How?
A friend is bringing Sidney Wallace,
the art critic, to see my work tonight.
Wallace is
in his if not "the big black", a system of cages in an enclosed space, in darkness. As a setting, lines of flight and a very baroque neon chandelier designed by Leo Carbonnier (photo Charles Duprat). "I work on the ground just like the artists of the past. However, the reasons differ, I am inspired by what produces the world today: Machiavellianism, discharge, psychopathy and s
CHARADE
FADE IN (BEFORE TITLES)
1. EXT. FRENCH COUNTRYSIDE -- DUSK
Silence -- complete silence for the urbanite, though the
oncoming darkness is punctuated by the sounds of farm
country -- a few birds, a distant rumble of thunder from
some heavy clouds on the horizon, a dogs barking.
CAMERA PANS the green, squared-off flatland, lit only by
a fine sunset in its final throes. Then, gradually,
start
Jawbreaker Script
First, you need to know
something about them.
The beautiful ones.
The flawless four.
Everyone wanted to be them.
You know them.
They went to your school too.
They totally ruled.
The one in green, thats Courtney.
She was the leader.
She was like Satan in heels.
The blonde, Marcie Fox,
a legend in her own little mind.
Known to herself as Foxy.
The one with the pigtails is Julie,
p
My Left Foot Script - Dialogue Transcript
Ill bring yis back a slice of cake.
Get away from the window.
Punch, you will call me, wont you?
This way, please.
No, no, Ill take them.
Look, Ma, its gorgeous.
Well, youre very welcome, Christy,
very welcome.
To your humble abode.
Oh, my humble abode. Yes...
Hello. My name is Mary.
Ill be with you till you go on this evening.
I have to take him into the