Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Movie Idea: If you see Titty, pray for death!!!

If you see Titty, pray for death!!!

Three exclamation points-just like that.  The emphasis collides with todays disposable-ness and indifference.

The solitary clockmaker turned terror of the old west.  From whence did his value of human life go, never to return?

Men.  Women.  Children.  Dogs.  Pigs.  Horny toads.  I killed some of everything at one time or another.

The ticking of a clock, for him, is like the rattling of cans to the rabid dog.  A call to action!  Bullets always tell the truth!

He will bomb a stagecoach, chaining the corpse of the driver at the controls and sending the whole works into town.  The whole town is leveled by the shock wave.  And in the middle, the coach and the horses burning like tiny candles on a birthday cake, but in a sea of deranged building lumber.

Goodbye town.  They should have been nicer to him.  Their own fault, you see?

Everyone that sees him thinks he is a doctor or a dentist.  Won't drink.  Trim facial hair.  Best hotel suites.  Feather beds.

Brigida is the damn devil, boy.

Cyrian Hindis?  How does Kevin Spacey look with a soul patch.  I don't know.  I'm not a casting director.  I just write roles.

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