Screened CLOVERFIELD last night. At first it gave me a headache, with all that hand-held camera shit. But it eventually calmed down a bit, and gave me quite the thrill ride. Cast of unknowns -- all the money was spent on F/X, and it showed. Scary fucking monster. Really well-done. The opening party sequence was a bit too long -- shit doesn't happen fr 20 minutes, and that much time wasn't needed to establish who was who. And, if you'll pardon me, everyone was too fucking good-looking. I used to live in Manhattan, and travelled in those arty, hipster circles, and trust me -- they didn't look like that. Guess that's what happens when you hire slick LA actors for story that takes place in NYC. (And only ONE black guy ... hello?) Ah, well ...
Onto today's joint from GUN-WILD. The set up ... the calm before the next big storm. Bobby and Taya get an amazing crime scene drawing of Rod and Cam. Then, Rod and Cam, having eluded the fuzz, decide to warm up and chill for a bit at a local neighborhood tavern.
Like I said, the calm before the storm. A violent, bloody, nasty storm, at that.
INT. WINNEBAGO - LIVING AREA - AT THAT MOMENT
The joint hums with activity.
Two pairs of CORONER’S OFFICE TECHS
carry out the bodies on gurneys.
CRIME SCENE TECHS dust the place for prints.
A PHOTOGRAPHER takes pictures.
Asian Art Vendor sits on the couch
with a sketch book, drawing.
Bobby and Taya sit on either side watching her.
You’re really good.
ASIAN ART VENDOR
Thank you. I like to -- sketch.
(writes in notebook)
What’s your name, please?
ASIAN ART VENDOR
Kim Oh --
Kim O. -- what?
(off her look)
Your last name?
Oh. Spelled ‘O,’ ‘H.’
Oh. Got it.
You couldn’t pronounce real name.
You ever consider working for the police department,
you’ve got a job.
Hispanic Cop walks into the room.
How’s it going.
Amazing. Take a look.
Kim turns the sketch around.
We see an incredibly photo-realistic
picture of Cam and Rod.
Holy shit. That’s them.
Can you get this out right away?
Send it to every department
in a hundred mile radius.
And the media. Five people are dead.
(takes the drawing)
I’m on it like white on rice.
Uh -- sorry about that.
Kim looks at the coffee table.
Wipes the glass with her finger.
Rubs it on her gums.
It’s okay. She’s in shock.
No more of that, okay?
(nods, looks at him)
That’s good shit.
Nice -- freeze.
EXT. VENICE PIER - DUSK
Sunset. A cloud-covered orange smear on the gray horizon.
The VW bus rolls into the lot. Stops.
IN THE VAN
Cam rubs her bare arms.
Let’s go get something to warm us up.
You don’t know HINANO’S?
It’s only been around for 75 years.
50 microbrews on tap.
Hot and cold running shooters.
And the best burgers in town.
And if you know the owner,
you can get mescal.
(eyes light up)
Let’s go eat the worm.
You think they’ll have much in the register?
Cam, this is one of my old hangouts.
So we’re just gonna have drinks?
Yeah. We’re just gonna chill for a little bit.
You know, like ‘normal’ people?
Normal? What’s that?