The Last Hero scene one
Jun. 2nd, 2007 09:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
titusnowlIn the time-honored tradition of documenting projects I am fated never to actually finish, I give you what I've got of the movie precis so far.
The credits are animated in a sort of Art Deco homage to "Catch Me If You Can," set to a jazzy interpretation of the theme song from the Roger Moore TV show. It begins with the chalked-on stick figure climbing off the door and into the animated sequence. The majority of the actual animation I leave up to the animators, the only important imagery being that the stick figure's halo falls off its head and unfolds into unhaloed figures representative of Norman and Roger; at the end of the credits they pile into a car and the car drives out of the animation, becoming:
The Hirondel, pouring across a winding road in the moonlit English countryside.
PAT, a slim blonde with a cool expression, is nestled up against Simon's side. They are both in full evening dress.
PAT: You see, lad, dinner with the Hannassays isn't fatal after all.
SIMON: It would be far more interesting if it were.
PAT: You could have started throwing knives at the orchestra. They needed it.
SIMON: Believe me, darling, I seriously considered it. The place settings the Hannassays provided weren't balanced properly.
All the houses they pass are dark, except one, up on a hill, which is flashing brightly at even intervals. The car slows as they approach it, and Pat sits up and takes notice.
PAT: What is that?
He pulls over and cuts the motor, and with it the music in the soundtrack. We can hear the rustle of Pat's sleeve, and the chirping of insects, and the sound of a motor running, a loud one, growing louder.
SIMON: It's a dynamo.
He opens the door and begins to climb out. Pat reaches over and puts her hand on his sleeve.
PAT: Where are you going, Saint?
He grins at her.
SIMON: I'm going to investigate. A perfectly ordinary citizen might be running a dynamo to manufacture his own electric light - although this sounds a lot heavier than the breed you usually find. But I'm sure no perfectly ordinary citizen uses his dynamo to make electric sparks that size to amuse the children. Life's been rather tame lately, and one never knows...
PAT: I'll come with you.
Simon grimaces, but he knows better than to argue with her.
The credits are animated in a sort of Art Deco homage to "Catch Me If You Can," set to a jazzy interpretation of the theme song from the Roger Moore TV show. It begins with the chalked-on stick figure climbing off the door and into the animated sequence. The majority of the actual animation I leave up to the animators, the only important imagery being that the stick figure's halo falls off its head and unfolds into unhaloed figures representative of Norman and Roger; at the end of the credits they pile into a car and the car drives out of the animation, becoming:
The Hirondel, pouring across a winding road in the moonlit English countryside.
PAT, a slim blonde with a cool expression, is nestled up against Simon's side. They are both in full evening dress.
PAT: You see, lad, dinner with the Hannassays isn't fatal after all.
SIMON: It would be far more interesting if it were.
PAT: You could have started throwing knives at the orchestra. They needed it.
SIMON: Believe me, darling, I seriously considered it. The place settings the Hannassays provided weren't balanced properly.
All the houses they pass are dark, except one, up on a hill, which is flashing brightly at even intervals. The car slows as they approach it, and Pat sits up and takes notice.
PAT: What is that?
He pulls over and cuts the motor, and with it the music in the soundtrack. We can hear the rustle of Pat's sleeve, and the chirping of insects, and the sound of a motor running, a loud one, growing louder.
SIMON: It's a dynamo.
He opens the door and begins to climb out. Pat reaches over and puts her hand on his sleeve.
PAT: Where are you going, Saint?
He grins at her.
SIMON: I'm going to investigate. A perfectly ordinary citizen might be running a dynamo to manufacture his own electric light - although this sounds a lot heavier than the breed you usually find. But I'm sure no perfectly ordinary citizen uses his dynamo to make electric sparks that size to amuse the children. Life's been rather tame lately, and one never knows...
PAT: I'll come with you.
Simon grimaces, but he knows better than to argue with her.
