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Le téléchargement nécessite un accès à la bibliothèque YouScribe Tout savoir sur nos offres
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2002
Le téléchargement nécessite un accès à la bibliothèque YouScribe Tout savoir sur nos offres
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Publié par
Publié le
01 janvier 2002
Nombre de lectures
2
Licence :
Langue
English
ON BRIGHT, OUT-OF-FOCUS, OVAL-SHAPED COLORS.
The colored shapes dart around the screen -- the impression of looking through a kaleidoscope.
As the image comes into sharp focus, we discover that we are inside a CANDY BOWL.A MAN'S FINGERS are frantically removing all the cherry-flavored pieces of candy.
EXT.STUDIO LOT - DAY
The man performing this curious task is writer/producer/director, VIKTOR TARANSKY, forties, conservatively dressed in suit and tie.He sits alone at an empty craft service table outside a cavernous soundstage, some distance from the rest of the film set -- a breeze blows the table's paper cloth.
Viktor finishes sorting.Finding no trash can to deposit the rejected cherry candy, he scoops them into his pocket.
A young headset-clad P.A. hurriedly approaches.He looks ill.
Mr. Taransky --
Viktor reads the young P.A.'s panicked expression.
She's walking?... Don't tell me she's walking. (blood slowly draining from his face) She is not walking... She can't walk.
EXT.TRAILER - DAY
NICOLA ANDERS, twenty-something, A-list actress, beautiful face scowling, is supervising her ASSISTANT ferrying clothes from a movie trailer to a limousine.VIKTOR desperately follows after Nicola.
-- Nicola!How was your massage?
You're in breach.
-- Is this about the new pages? -- I made the changes you wanted, you're in virtually every scene --
(wheeling on him)
It's not the size of the role, Viktor. (suddenly very cool) Am I or am I not contractually entitled to the biggest trailer on the set?
(regarding the enormous silver fish behind them, confused) It's the biggest on earth!I swear!It's a 50-foot Airstream -- they don't make them any longer than that.
Taller, Viktor.
Taller?What?
Viktor looks up in horror.The trailer next to Nicola's does indeed appear to be fractionally taller.
(walking away)
You've insulted me for the last time.
Viktor looks to the tires.His face suddenly brightens.
Nicola, it's just the tires -- they're over-inflated!I can fix it!
Viktor grasps the air nozzle on a tire and begins desperately stabbing at it with a ballpoint pen.Air hisses out.
See, it's lower already.
Nicola ignores Viktor, marching towards her limo with her PUBLICIST.Abandoning the trailer, Viktor hurries after her.
I beg you.You can't do this to me.
(looking back)
I had three other offers.I only signed on to this picture out of... loyalty.
Then show some.They'll shut me down!
(opening the car door)
It wasn't working anyhow.The scene with the thousand geese -- I don't understand this film.I don't think anyone will understand it.I already put out a press release -- citing "creative differences".
Viktor stops, nods resignedly -- suddenly very calm.
You know what, Nicola, you're right. (picking up her last piece of luggage) Here, let me help you with that. (holding the door for her) You ought to go.The truth is I don't deserve you.This film doesn't deserve you.Frankly, it deserves much, much better.The reason it's not working is because you're not about the work.
Nicola is stunned.
(to the limo driver)
To Hell, please.
The door slams and the limo roars away.Viktor looks to the still hissing trailer tire.The CREW regards Viktor apprehensively.
(to the crew)
What are you looking at?Get back to work.
The crew is uncertain what work there is to do.
INT.BEDROOM - "SUNRISE, SUNSET" - NIGHT
In an ornate bedroom, NICOLA lies on her death bed under a veil of netting.A distraught man, HAL, sits close by.
(whispered)
Jack... are you there?
I'm here.I'm right beside you.
A NUN enters.
(to Hal)
You should really go now.
No, it's alright.Please, let him stay.
The nun withdraws.Hal holds his face in his hands, almost breaking down.
(a glance to heaven)
What kind of cruel God is it that would take you away from me?
The same one who brought me to you.
No... I cannot accept it.If something like this can happen. What... (struggling to find the words) What is it for?
(smiles through her pain)
-- Why are we here?Is that what you're asking, Jack?... Why are we here?No why.Just here.
Nicola dies peacefully.
INT.SCREENING ROOM - STUDIO - DAY
VIKTOR sits with leading man HAL, THREE EXECUTIVES and studio head ELAINE CHRISTIAN, watching a rough assembly of the film. It ends with a close up of NICOLA ANDERS.
The lights go up.The image of Nicola fades off the screen.
She's good.You can hardly tell she's reading off a teleprompter.
(ignoring him)
I've analyzed the footage.We've got almost everything we need in the can.If we rework the script, we can finish the film without her.
(forceful shake of the head) According to the writ her attorneys filed at noon today.They'll sue if the film is released with Nicola in a single frame.
(more anxious)
So we'll re-cast.
Nicola Anders is the only actress who can play that role.
(incredulous)
It's a re-make, Hal.Anders is not bigger than this picture.
Elaine finally speaks up.
Of course she is.No other name is going to sign on now and risk offending her.
We don't need a name.We'll cast an unknown.
I won't play opposite an unknown.
We can't sell an unknown.Nicola's soured on the project and we have to accept that.If we ever want to be in the Nicola Anders business again, we have to cut our losses and shelve the picture.
The executives, leading man and director nod sagely.
(aghast)
No!You will not give in to that blackmailing bitch!
(a wince, addressing everyone but Viktor) Excuse us.
Elaine ushers Viktor out of the screening room.
EXT.STUDIO LOT - DAY
ELAINE and VIKTOR talk in the shadow of an enormous soundstage.They speak more freely in each other's company.
God, Viktor.Why do you always have to make things so difficult for yourself?
Difficult.I'm difficult.
He produces a handful of candy from his pocket.
(referring to the candy)
-- Do you know what these are, Elaine?
(talking a piece of candy and eating it) Hmm... Mike and Ike's.
Not just any Mike & Ike's -- cherry Mike & Ike's.Do you know why I, Viktor Taransky, two-time Academy Award nominated director --
-- Viktor, that was Short Subject.
-- overseeing the most cherished movie project of my career, am walking around with a pocketful of cherry Mike & Ike's?
Elaine takes a seat in a nearby studio cart as Viktor paces.
-- I have a feeling you're going to tell me.
-- I'll tell you why.It is because Miss Nicola Anders, supermodel with a SAG card God's gift to cinema, has it written into her contract that all cherry Mike & Ike's be removed from her candy dish along with strict instructions that any room she walks into should have seven packs of cigarettes waiting for her three of them opened, that there be a personal jacuzzi within eighty paces of her dressing room, and that any time she travels, her nanny must fly with her first class.
-- What's wrong with that?
Elaine, she doesn't have any children! (grabbing her arm) Don't you see?We're being held hostage by 12 men and 5 women who someone somewhere has decreed are the A-list.
The public decides who's on that list.
Please.
It's the truth.Those 17 superstars are our insurance policy.We can't open -- can't make a profit without them.
We can hardly make a profit with them.Up-front salary, back-end deal, perks, per diem, percentages -- They're mocking us, Elaine. We're at their mercy. (staring wistful, into space) We always had movie stars but they used to be our stars.We used to decide who would play what role. We told them what to wear, what to say, who to date.When they were under contract, we could change their names if we wanted to -- more than once!
(regarding him as if he's insane) You realize you're nostalgic for an era you weren't even born in?
(irritated at her infuriating logic) Well, I do remember why I started out in this business -- you seem to have forgotten -- working in New York with Cassevetes -- we were trying to do something important, shine a light in that darkened cinema --
(rolling her eyes)
-- It's called a projector.
(ignoring her)
-- Illuminate hearts and minds with a ray of truth.
Listen, Viktor, I have good memories of those days too -- but this isn't about that or you or me or some high-minded ideal.This is business.
Spare me.
(gesturing at the studio lot) -- Christ, Viktor, look around. What do you think pays for all this?This is about investment and return.Those days in New York... that's... it's over.
A pause.Viktor reads Elaine's face.
You're not renewing my contract.
How can I?Your last three pictures tanked.The board is giving me hell.No bankable star will work with you after this.If you just compromised... a little.
Viktor eats some of the candy in his hand as he takes in the news.
(rueful smile)
-- Well, it's not every day you're fired by the mother of your own child.
Elaine also eats some more candy -- a curiously intimate moment between them.
(softening, a heart-to heart) I'm not taking away your daughter, just your deal.You and I both know, after the divorce I kept you on for old time's sake, so you could still hold your head up in front of Lainey.I called what's his name at Warner's.He said he'd take a meeting -- in July.I've fought for you Viktor... (voice trails off) You want to talk severance?
(staring off into the distance, face hardening) You can have everything -- office, car, assistants -- all I want is the picture.
(confused)
The picture's dead.
So there's no problem -- I can have the rights, the negative too?
(believing she's getting off lightly) They're yours.But how are you going to finish it?Without a star there's no movie.
I don't need a star.All I need is an actor -- I'll reshoot the part, cut out Nicola and replace her with a real actor.A real leading lady.
Even if you find her, you know the problem with unknowns, Viktor.If they're good, they get known.And then you're back to sorting their candy... and worse. (kissing him on the cheek as she departs in her studio golf cart) I'm sorry, Viktor.
Viktor watches her depart down the canyon of stages, left alone on the deserted lot.
EXT.STUDIO ENTRANCE - DUSK
Twenty NICOLA ANDERS' FACES jiggle into frame.VIKTOR's face appears amongst them.
They are cardboard figures, standing together in the trailer of an electric cart.A WORKMAN is collecting the promotional standees from around the lot.
VIKTOR places his hands on the neck of a cardboard cut-out -- we sense he is about to rip her head off -- when a fourteen year old girl, LAINEY, appears beside him, carrying a laptop computer.
Hi, Dad.
(slightly ashamed)
Hello, sweetheart.
Viktor, embarrassed by his childishness, steps aside for the suspicious workman who carries the standee away.
Lainey smiles sweetly.She hugs him.
I'm sorry Mom canned you.
(shrugging)
It's really... not anything, Lainey.It's just --
Don't feel too bad. (glancing to a standee) Mom runs the place and they still walk all over her.You're better off out of it.
(regarding his daughter)
You look very grown up.What are you doing?You meeting your mom for dinner?
She glances towards the entrance where Lainey's mother, ELAINE, and her dependable, uncomplicated businessman boyfriend, KENT, wait beside Elaine's car.
(reluctant admission)
Kent got tickets to the ballet.
Viktor shakes the idea of Kent and Elaine from his head.
(trying to convince himself as much as Lainey) I'm going to finish the picture, sweetheart.It's important.
(not quite convinced)
I know you'll do it, Dad.You're Viktor Taransky.
Lainey kisses the forlorn Viktor goodbye.She runs to her mother and Kent.
(to himself)
That's right.I'm Viktor Taransky.
EXT.STUDIO BUILDING - SOME DISTANCE AWAY - DUSK
From a distance ELAINE and KENT regard the lonely figure of VIKTOR.
You had no choice, Elaine.He's a liability.
(wistful look to Viktor)
He also happens to be the most talented man I've ever known.
Elaine climbs in the car as Lainey approaches.
EXT.STUDIO BACKLOT - TRAM - DAY
CLOSE UP on a copy of "Variety".The front page banner headline: "ANDERS RIDES OUT OF 'SUNSET' -- Cites Creative Differences"
The man reading the trade paper sits in the back of a tram on a studio tour -- HANK ALENO.He wears a pair of spectacles with one lens blacked out, his head tilted on one side.It is an item buried on the inside pages that catches Hank's one good eye.
TARANSKY CALLS A-LIST: "OVER-PRICED, OVER-PAMPERED PRIMA DONNAS" - Director's Future Now In Doubt -
The tram pauses.The TOUR GUIDE keeps up a commentary.
-- On your left, the house where Claris Commodore uttered those now immortal words, "If that door doesn't hold, stand behind me". And coming up on your right --
When the tram departs, we discover that Hank has exited the tram and is hiding in the facade of a New York subway entrance.The tag around his neck reads, "VISITOR -- Stay With The Tour".
EXT.STUDIO GATE - NIGHT
VIKTOR wheels a stack of film cans on a dolly while holding several framed black and white photographs of screen legends under his arm.
HANK, hiding in the shadows of the soundstages, spies Viktor. He hurries towards him as Viktor approaches his antiquated Bentley.
-- Mr. Taransky, Mr. Taransky... thank God.I've been trying to see you, calling -- Your assistant wouldn't put me through.I told her it was a matter of life and death.I was afraid I wouldn't get to you in time --
(using his stack of film cans as a barrier) -- Please, get away from me.
I did it, Mr. Taransky.I licked skin.I licked hair.I licked every part of her.
(more disturbed, fearing he is dealing with a pervert) You want me to call Security?
I have her, Mr. Taransky.The answer to your prayers. (producing the "Variety" article, conspiratorial) The answer to this.
(regarding the article)
I was misquoted.
I have your new leading lady... (indicating the bulge in his pocket) ... right here in my pants.
Viktor takes a step back, concerned once again about the man's motives.
(trying to reassure)
It's me, Mr. Taransky.Don't you recognize me? -- The Future of Film conference in San Jose. Hank... Hank Aleno.I was keynote speaker.You must remember my speech... "Who Needs Humans?"
(faint glimmer of recognition) That's right.You were booed off the stage.That's got to be -- ?
-- Eight years ago.In that whole time, I never left my computer.
(wary)
Good for you, Hank.
(referring to his covered eye) Good and bad.They think that's what caused this.Me eye tumor. Microwaves from the screen.It's the size of a grapefruit.Heavy too.
(regarding the pathetic figure with the tilted head) I'm sorry.
Don't be.It was worth it.
Hank once again indicated the bulge in his pocket.Viktor now understands the significance of the gesture.
You have to see her.
(loading cans into the car) I've seen them all before.
Not like this --
(patronizing smile)
Come on, Hank.A synthespian, virtual actor -- ?
(irritated)
-- We call them "vactors".
I need flesh and --