A great resource, I think, for understanding what makes a good script -- more than any screenwriting book, anyway.
oh yeah, agreed. i mean simply by virtue of it being a list of full scripts written by different types of people. i like the range. i like reading some only for the dialogue, like actors now and then do. i can register the character personalities they're building, the tones they're aiming for, and things like that. it's interesting that some of the prose is meant to convey a cinematic perspective, 'cause that's tricky, sharing cinema in prose is a bit like sharing emotion in prose, in that it doesn't always mean to the reader what it meant to the writer. i'm happy to see typos. god bless us all
impressed by how dodge
's title page has some art action. it's the only one i've seen like that, mention if there's another, because for trying at all it's been my favorite title page
and idk man, there's some real fire to situation comedy
. like there's a bit of fire in my soul too, when i read it, because i can imagine i wrote it. what is that written by "cat vasko" business, is that real? meohmy, every day i dream of being named cat. i like it so much i'm going to quote it, and thanks bunches for providing the link, great find
INT. TV SCREEN - EXTREME CLOSE UP
A pinpoint of light expands into abstract, pixelated colors. Scenes from old sitcoms move across the screen, SHIFTING and SNAPPING as if controlled by a remote, while CLEMENCE JANIKOWSKI, 29, speaks. Slurring a bit but on a roll.
The thing is that the problems I have aren’t cute. They’re not, like, you know, I have a degrading job but my boss is hilarious,
or I meet the perfect guy online but he turns out to be sixteen or married or a libertarian or whatever.
We hear the THWOP of a cork emerging from a bottle, then wine POURING AND SPLASHING -- a lot of it. This girl is drunk.
But you know what I always loved most about sitcoms?
We’re slowly closing in on the screen. Colors stretch and warp, become meaningless pointillism.
When you knew one of the actors had, like, a drug addiction or an eating disorder or whatever.
Like she’d start to get really skeletal and look like she was about two minutes from death. I loved that.
We pull away again to reveal
INT. RESTAURANT - EVENING - CONTINUOUS
Clemence, a plain-looking dishwater blonde, sits across a table from her date, an appalled and baffled CUTE NERD. She empties the last of a bottle of wine into her glass.
Why would you love something like that? That’s horrible.
Hello? Have you even been listening to me?
I loved it because the minute she walked on the set it didn’t matter. All her problems were cute again.
What happened to all the wine?
You drank it.
No, you did.
She glances around, embarrassed, as if he’s causing a scene.
You’re making this really awkward.
and if you like that, it only keeps going btw --
Why do you look like Waldo?
NATHAN (CONT’D) It’s tribal. The tribe being
Florida trailer trash.
Nathan and Annie re-emerge. Nathan, shamefaced, is holding a huge orange cat in his arms.
How long has this thing been here?
Relax. It’s not a gremlin.
It’s. On. My. Pillow.
it's my favorite so far, after i've clicked and sampled like four of them. just go ahead and call me Mr. Expert