Thursday, December 1, 2011

Movie Idea


A young man shops in a supermarket.  He picks up Clorox, cottage cheese, a head of lettuce, and hot dogs, and there's a lot of suspense building already, because what's he going to make with that?  

An old man sits laughing on the floor in one corner of the supermarket.  He has wet himself, but that's not why he's laughing.  CUT TO: A mountaintop in Tibet, where another old man is laughing.  He has wet himself too.  (See?  We're all in this together!)  

INSERT a car chase through the streets of Turin, Italy.  It's going on inside a boy's head.  This boy is really our man at age six.  He's in a cart being pushed around in the same supermarket, but back in the seventies (NOTE: Use the CU footage from 12 Monkeys that shows the boy's eyes). 

As our man makes his way to the checkout line, a beautiful young woman with EYE CANDY stenciled across her shirt stops to pick up Clorox, cottage cheese, a head of lettuce, and...hot dog buns.

INSERT another car chase, but with Hot Wheels, to illustrate how small and insignificant we are.  Follow this chase with a montage of pretty Hubble photos of the universe (NOTE: Have Terrence Malick write a V.O. for this, to be performed by Morgan Freeman).

Now our man's checkout girl needs a price-check on the hot dogs.  Our man offers to run back and see for her...

...just as the beautiful young woman realizes she got hot dog buns but no hot dogs.  

Throw in a few minutes of subplot about a robot that assembles Hot Wheels cars.  Show, very simply, through a quick series of flashbacks inside of flashbacks inside of flashbacks, that this robot used to be a human man, and that he/it is the beautiful young woman's father!

The beautiful young woman gets to the hot dogs before our man gets there.  There aren't any left.  CUT TO: The old man laughing in the supermarket (he's pretending the hot dog in his mouth is a cigar).  Seeing no hot dogs, the beautiful young woman hurries away just as our man gets there to check the price (somehow make all of this less annoying than what happens in Serendipity). 

Out in the parking lot, our man and the beautiful young woman, putting their grocery bags into their cars, finally see each other and smile.

Then the Hot Wheels assembly robot rolls up out of nowhere and shoots our man in the back with a laser-sighted pistol.  It immediately becomes clear that our man is not a man at all, but a cyborg.  (NOTE: Show some exposed wiring and sparks.) 

The beautiful young woman runs up and says, "Dad, what did you do?!  I was going to marry him!"

Her robot father says, "You already did."  Duh, duh, duhhhh.

The rest of the film will be about the hot-dog industry.



(NOTE: Show the entire movie in the trailer for the movie.)


Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Thank you, Netflix

Sure, you've changed a little. Some people are cursing you all over town for that, as if you're the Antichrist (or maybe just the penis scene in that movie, Antichrist). But not this guy. You hear me, Netflix? That's right, I'm talking to you; because, apart from the two movies delivered to my mailbox every weekend, I often stream 1-3 films/TV episodes a night, just to have something on in the background, just because I can -- so often that, even considering your recent changes, I feel as if I'm cheating you.

You don't always have what I want in the way that I want, and you didn't even try to stop me from streaming that one movie with that hot chick in it (which was only bearable in those moments when she couldn't find her clothes and wasn't even looking for them); but what inorganic super-colossus could please me always, or stop me from watching those moments of that one movie...again? Seriously, Netty, you've given me plenty of joy over the last few years. And you're not the only one who's changing, you know; as of now, I have no plans to watch that movie a fifth time. Because, as hot as that hot chick is, she doesn't have my heart. You, Sugar Lumps, have my heart.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

I'm glad I'm not named Kirsten, because it would be awkward if someone called me Kristen by mistake.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

My Weekends with Kevin

“Why’d you call Mommy a whore, Daddy? She said you’re always calling her bad names.”

“Kevin, Kevin, Kevin…that’s exactly what a whore would say. And ‘whore’ isn’t a bad name, necessarily; it’s just a noun.”

“What’s that?”

“A noun is a person, place or thing: like this house; that TV over there; and your mom, the whore.”

“Oh. But what does whore mean?

“It means…someone who likes to have lots of sex in a lot of complicated positions with a lot of guys who aren’t me.”

“Sex? What’s that?”

“Ask your mom. She’s the expert.”


* * *


“What’s divorce, Daddy? Mommy said you guys are getting a divorce.”

“Oh, my God—what’s that over there?!”


* * *


“Daddy, nobody told me what sex means yet!”

“You know that thing Rex does when he grabs hold of your leg with his front paws and then moves his butt back and forth real fast?”

“It’s funny when he does that.”

“Yeah, he’s trying to have sex with you.”

“Why?”

“It’s what dogs do when they get the urge.”

“So Mommy’s like a dog…with an urge?

“Okay, now you’re just twisting my words around.”

“But I—”

“Hey, next time you see her, ask her why she humps like a thousand different guys a year. Ooh, ask her about ‘doggy style,’ too; she loves that.”

“What does hump mean?”

“It’s just another word for what Rex does to your leg.”

“Is Rex a whore?”

“Well, if he is, he can’t help it.”

“Maybe Mommy can’t help it either.”

“Yeah, okay, Dr. Phil.”


* * *


“Mommy said she’s with a really great guy now, Daddy. His name’s Don and he’s a missionary, and she’s really, really happy. Really happy, she said.”

“Missionary, huh. I suppose you know what that means?”

“Mommy said it means he’s religious.”

“Well, some people are pretty religious about it.”

“She wants you to know that he’s her McDreamy, too. And he likes to do that thing you never did very much, but he does…a lot. What’s a McDreamy, Daddy?”

“Remember that scary movie I let you watch, where that monster popped out of that guy’s chest and then got big really fast and went around eating everybody on the spaceship? And then, near the end of the movie, that woman was in just her underwear and I kept hitting rewind over and over, and then I told you to hurry up and go to bed and not come back?”

“That movie gave me nightmares.”

“Yeah, next time we watch it we’ll have to blindfold you or something.”

“But I won’t be able to see.

“You’ll still be able to hear everything, though. It’ll be just like with those other movies I sometimes watch. Anyway, that monster was a McDreamy.”

“But…Don doesn’t look anything like that monster.”

“Of course not—not during the daytime…when you’re awake and perfectly safe. It’s only at night that he—well, never mind; I’m sure you’ll be fine.


* * *


“Mommy said you guys aren’t very nice parents to be teaching me ‘whore’ and ‘sex’ and ‘bastard,’ and that she’s really sorry about it and you should be, too.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you’re Mom’s right, Kevin, and actually pretty smart for—”

“For a whore?”

“No. No, Kevin. Don’t laugh.”

“How come you can laugh, though?”

“I’m not laughing. Because what you said wasn’t funny. That was a cough. I must be allergic to Rex. God, your laugh’s making me laugh. Cough, I mean. Stop laughing. Me stop? I’m trying…. Oh, God. Oh, man. Say it again, just like you said it.”


* * *


“Daddy, why’d I see Mommy come out of your bedroom this morning and then sneak out the front door?”

“That was her?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You sure? Because I, uh—I thought it was somebody else. Like, a complete stranger.”

“No, it was Mommy.”

“Huh. I don’t know; maybe she was lost.”

“Are you guys getting back together…?”

“Sometimes?”



Saturday, April 19, 2008

The Story of the Signs and the Buckets

Early this afternoon, as I was driving away from the movie theater and not at all trying to forget Sarah Marshall, I was accosted by a gang of lowland Baptists in pastel T-shirts and matching shorts, some of them holding up signs and others holding up green plastic buckets. Buckets of what? I wondered. Pig entrails, maybe? Some form of protoplasmic goo? A glance at one of their signs told me they were seeking donations for some sort of "Baptist Youth" shindig, and I became frightened.

The stoplight was red, and my heart started pounding as they swarmed around my car like angry--or at least overeager--hornets. Will I ever see home again? I wondered. Will I be forced to tell them that I have no money, even though I do have money? Could I run over one of them and somehow get away with it?

Suddenly, one of their guys held a bucket up to my window as one of their girls--on the opposite side of my car--held up a sign, and they both began to speak. I couldn't really make out what they said, however, because my windows were closed and also because I was chanting loudly to myself, "Everything's gonna be fine, Jason; just don't look into their eyes."

I thought of something I might drop into the bucket, but it had nothing to do with money. I looked from the sign to the bucket and back, as if I were confused, and then, to my great relief, the stoplight turned green, and I sped off toward the roaring safety of the highway.

I glanced back and saw that the small red car behind me had been surrounded and wasn't moving anymore. I heard a few plaintive honks, and then nothing (there were signs and buckets everywhere). I knew then that whoever had been driving that red car was dead...or at least short a few bucks.

"Goodbye, poor soul," I said, and then I hurried home to finish what was left of the Panera sandwich I'd put in the fridge yesterday.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Two Movies You Might Not Have Seen That You Probably Should See, Because Seeing Is Believing

1. "Gone Baby Gone": This marked Ben Affleck's directorial debut, and, as far as I could tell, he got everything right.

2. "The Brave One": It's like Death Wish, only with Jodie Foster and a bit more depth. I'm not knocking Death Wish; Death Wish rocked; but this film seemed more fulfilling, and a few times I found it veering in directions I just didn't expect (which was nice). Also, Terrence Howard is always good.