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I worked on some more of my pilot script today. I needed five more pages to finish the scene and those five pages were the vital part of the whole plot. The trouble is that my character wimped out and my killer turned into a crying mess. A few slaps, a few kicks, and the victim was left on the street otherwise unharmed. Richard (my cop) didn't draw his gun, he used psychology to draw out the killer. I'm all for mind games, but a bullet or two wouldn't have hurt. I ended up creating a plot where you walk away feeling sorry for the killer for being a nut job. Ahh, life. I keep thinking I should just grab one of the Starsky and Hutch paperbacks, go downstairs, and re-read it. Then again, that would only take up 30 minutes of mindlessness and then where would I be? You'd think that out of eight books, one of them would require thinking, a plot, something resembling a story. No, not really. Take a crappy script from the show, stick a few extra scenes in involving Starsky or Hutch and some random girl of the moment (just to show that the boys are NOT gay, can NEVER be gay, don't you see who he's with when the story opens?), and they put it out in paperback form. And we ate it up, bought them all, collected them like they were priceless gems. I remember when TV tie-ins used to be good. Star Trek novels used to make me stay on the couch all afternoon and not watch television. I miss those days. Or maybe I'll say screw it and go watch Blade Runner. Rutger Hauer beats out the competition any day:) "I've seen things you can only dream about." I could flip between that and A Fish Called Wanda. Monty Python meets America:) |
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calm.