http://mynokiablog.com/2011/03/28/10000-prize-with-nokia-shorts-2011-from-nokia-and-vimeo/
An idea I've been play around with... hopefully I can get something sorted for the end of the week... We'll see?
The Big Day
The Bride - Open on a woman awaking from a deep sleep. She is laying in a chrisp queen sized bed, floral sheets. The sun gently peeking through the thick lush curtains, reflecting off the mahogany sideboard.
The Man – Cut to a man waking from a restless sleep in a dirt brown hotel room. Shot from above as the rooms ceiling fan spins and wobbles as if it will fall at any moment. The man is entangled in the dirty grey, thin bed sheets, his eyes stained red. A blinding sunlight hitting him full in the face.
The Bride - Cut to the woman, showering behind a glass screen, the brilliant white room filling with steam.
The Man – enters a a dark side room just off the bedroom. Hew walks toward the camera/mirror and pulls the cord. A dirty yellow light reluctantly flickers on, the tiled room hasn’t been cleaned in a very long time, the once white towel left in a ball on the floor. The unshaven man shares into the camera/mirror as we see a out of focus, naked woman get up from the bed in the other room.
The Bride – sitting at her dresser, hair pulled up in a towel, dressing gown, legs crossed. A team of women going to work on her nails and make up as another gets changed into a peach bridesmaid dress.
The Man – half dressed in a black suit, sitting on the bed tying his laces. Three other men, dressed in black suits, surround him. One paying the now clothed woman/hooker at the door. Another styling his hair in the mirror, the last walks up to The Man, pats him on the shoulder.
The Bride – Dressed in a white floral meringue wedding dress. She waits at the bottom of a large wooden staircase next to a large white wooden door, bouquet of flowers in hand. An older man/father walks into the hallway and kisses her on the cheek. The doorbell rings…
The Man – Shot from high above/cherry picker. A old 70’s black Mercedes pulls up outside a set of large stairs leading up to a white pillared building.
Cut to interior of the car, looking through the windscreen at The Man in the passenger seat with the 3 men from the room with him. The driver looks at his watch.
The Driver – “It’s not too late to back out ya’know.”
The Bride – interior, the back seats of a limo. The Bride staring out of the window as her bridesmaids shuffle and re-adjust their dresses.
The Man – He catches a glimpse of the limo in the cars left wing mirror.
The film slows as the two cars pass each other. The Man makes eye contact with The Bride as the camera cuts behind her shoulder. They share a moment. The car passes. The Man watches as the rear lights of the limo fade into the distance.
Camera returns to the interior shot of the car. We see all four occupants.
The driver checks his watch once more and leans over toward the rear seats.
Camera moves to the parcel shelf looking toward the front of the car. The two men’s heads creating a silhouette, The Driver in between.
The Driver – “Ok, You guys good to go? Lets do this.”
Camera returns to the interior shot of the car. We see all four occupants.
All four men reach between there knees and pull on balaclavas.
The Man pulls the slide of his pistol, cocks it. The two men in the back seats reach down and pull up sown off shotguns.
The Man and the two rear passengers get out of the car, closing the doors behind them, rocking it from side to side.
The Driver sits there in silence, drumming his fingers in the steering wheel. He reaches down to turn on the radio. Twists the knob.
Cut to black as the credits roll, music plays through the radio…
…Credits end as we hear the car start up. A car door opens and someone jumps in, scrambling across the back seats.
Passenger – GO, GO for fucks sake go…Fuck… FUCK!
UPDATE... Well I missed the deadline for this year. Too busy finishing off innocent... oh well, next year.
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