domingo, 28 de septiembre de 2008

TO THE UNFINISHED BEAUTY

As many others, Redrose still wondered why that epic graphic novel Big Numbers never made it till the end. Alan Moore and Bill Sienkiewicz, both misunderstood. Forever lost in NeverLand.





miércoles, 17 de septiembre de 2008

FADING FLOWERS

A new story should start with the end of the story that preceded it. In this case, the end is marked by an image: the picture of some fading flowers in a garden. Roses to be more specific. Motionless companions which were once the reflection of his solitude.

This is the final sequence of that script:

SEC 37- EXT DAY- REDROSE'S HOUSE
General wide shot. REDROSE packs a last box into the car. He looks back at the house and hands the key to the landlore. They shake hands. The landlore starts walking towards the main gate and opens it.

The car drives away between some trees while the camera pans down revealing the dying Roses next to the pool.

End credits.

But Redrose had another ending in mind. The true ending of his story, the one that would link him to the new story:




THE NEW STORY

The new story starts on a computer screen, while this man, named Redrose, decides to write a blog. End and beginning take place on the same day but could not be more different. Redrose do not know where to start. He improvises and writes, almost on the go some words that come to his mind: waste, alone, time, silence, past, betrayal... He needs to put some order in those words. Right now he can't. So he stops writing and starts remembering the important sequences of the day: the last glimpse at the garden before leaving the house, the phone call to his neighbour friend, Dick Laurent, and a goodbye to Polly while hiding behind his sunglasses. He remembers abandoning friendship at his best.

But Redrose did not feel sad. Nor happy. He had become almost emotionless. Unable to accept other beings emotions, he was only able to express his own through images, through montage, through the only faithful lover he had: Cinéma.

But Cinéma and flowers could not be the answer to everything. Time was running out and Redrose could not keep on avoiding his fate, so he decided to leave in order to come back with a better knowledge of love and emotions. Just like a little prince would do. But deep down inside of him, he knew he wouldn't come back. Still, the images of those flowers haunted him. He had to see the big picture again in order to make up his mind once and for all. So he did... or was about to do at the moment he was writing this blog. Uncertain future which would, hopefully, open up his heart again and allow him to go back to his flowers.