by A Cassandra.
I came across an article about screen writing, so I thought I'd give it a try.
|EXT: AMERICAN LEVEL CROSSING MORNING
A train is coming. A steam train passes, camera pans to follow it.
INT: HERITAGE RAIL CAR COMPARTMENT
Three occupants JACK LEMON in a victorian suit reading an oversized paper. A hunched-up CHINAMAN who looks like Andrew Sachs and IRON EYE CODY in Indian brave costume is looking out the window.
Iron horse go wrong trail.
Save it. This director doesn’t like method actors.
Thank christ for that. This posture is murder on my spine, my chiropractor says I should give up acting before it cripples me.
No, we are on the wrong line. Page 47, Two feather runs out of town into the desert and is shot in the back. This train is heading for the hills.
Perhaps they changed the shooting schedule.
Two feather. What sort of a name is that. It's not even good grammar.
You and I have both seen enough scripts to know that we should just be thankful that this one can spell.
Jack folds his paper and looks out the window.
Countryside a parallel rail line
INT: RAIL CAR
This stupid bald head and pigtail. If they wanted someone who doesn’t cut his hair they’ve got the wrong Mr Singh. Don’t they know that the queue is a symbol of oppression?
Next, you’ll be complaining about your portrait as a deceitful coward
No, I've been shot in the back enough by well-meaning directors who insist on telling me that it is a metaphor for the treatment of my people
Most Chinese men started to grow a proper hairstyle just as soon as they decided to stay.
(VO) the CONDUCTOR
INT: RAIL CAR CORRIDOR
The conductor rolling with the motion of the train.
INT: RAIL CAR COMPARTMENT
They give the conductor their tickets
I think Indian friend is on the wrong track.
My colleagues were just discussing whether America can ever move forwards in terms of its social development if it continues to live inside of a set of myths, rather than deal with the brutal truth of its history. I mean, how many times as America suffered unprovoked surprise attacks that were a direct consequence of its government's policies and actions.
The conductor punches their tickets and looks out the window, to see the other train line curving away into the distance.
Your right. We are on the wrong track. The wrong track altogether
The wrong track altogether.
We have a lady engine driver. She used to be great, she had a one-track mind. Until the day her fireman knelt down to pick up an engagement ring of his shovel. Now he's her chief stoker, and she is forever going off on the tangent.
The conductor heads down the corridor talking on the radio.
EXT: COUNTRY SIDE
Screeching sound. Sound of train starting
Train passes slowly through shot going backward