Hit the Girl

Was the working title of my first screenplay. The story was given to me by my cousin, Allen, during a breakfast date at Les Halles. He told me a story. I asked some questions, we made some changes, discussed reasons for breaking the silence of the universe, and finally, went away from each other.

I thought about it for three days, then sat down to write. Two days later it was finished, a fifteen page rough draft.

The story is about three friends who go to the beach; frolicking, playful and silly then leave the beach, betrayed, cold and bitter.

There was a scene where my character (realizing he’d been stabbed in the back), tackles his best friend into the ocean. I wanted to get a dummy so I could really put my shoulder into the hit, and lift her up sending her backwards into the water. Unfortunately, we couldn’t find a dummy, but the female playing the character of EMMA had plenty of fight experience and didn’t seem to mind me rushing into her at 18 miles an hour (I clocked myself), crushing her lower hips sending her sailing into the cold waters of Coney Island.Photobucket

How hard did I hit her? Let’s put it like this… I wrote the script and didn’t allow the actors to improvise, but we only did one take of this, and I permitted the improvised line that shot out of her mouth while my shoulder dissappeared into her waist line, to stay in the film… it went something like, “Fffrroouuuygh,” whatever that means.

We filmed last Wednesday and if the footage is as good as my cousin thinks it is, I’ll end up putting it up on this site.

He directed the film and it was ultimately for a class project at his University.

I have been bit by the bug. I will concentrate on writing screenplays.

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