Tuesday, March 17, 2009

ONE VERSION OF OUR SCRIPT

The Man in the Woods

EXTERIOR. FOREST. DUSK.

A middle aged plump man sits alone in a cabin filled with furniture covered in photographs. He is attempting to mend a hole in his shoe. He takes a polaroid photo of his other shoe and tapes it onto the broken one. Outside the rain is pouring. A leak starts in his livingroom. He quickly takes a picture of a good section of his ceiling with his polaroid camera. The water rushes over him as he stands on a chair to reach up to cover the leak. The moment he tapes the photo over the leak the water stops, but a leg of the chair he is standing on breaks and he falls to the ground, breaking one of his own limbs. 
When he lifts the leg it bends unnaturally, and he winces in pain.
Immediately he takes a picture of his good leg and tapes it onto his broken leg.
He also takes a picture of an attached chair leg and tries to tape it onto the broken chair leg.
He attempts to get up, and sit on the chair, but the chair falls over and he falls with it onto the floor. He tries to take another photo but his camera is out of film. He lays there for a moment, unsure of what to do next. He crawls over to a heap of photographs, and begins searching frantically through them for pictures of chair legs. He finally finds one and tapes it very securely on the chair. He then tries to get up and cannot because of his broken leg. He looks through the heaps of pictures for photos of legs. He makes several attempts to get these pictures to fix his broken leg and all of these fail. 
He crawls here and there to fnd more photos, in vain. At some point, tired, he stops and leans on the wall.
By staying still for a moment, he feels free from the pain. From the angle he has managed to get to he can see behind the photographs on his furniture. Suddenly his world does not look right to him.  All the furniture he fixed looks wrong somehow.
He then crawls around to find the perfect spot from which to see his things, one in which everything seems to be repaired. At last he finds it, and decides he will not move again.




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