Sunday, April 19, 2009

Shooting Blanks


Sunday. A day of rest. For some. Not this chick. I admittedly got a late start today (hey -- it was 80 degrees out. Waves were bitchin').

Screened Katherine Bigelow's STRANGE DAYS last night. Whoah. Time capsule back to the early 90's. Can you say 'cheesy sleazy nightclub scene?' Back when Marilyn Manson was still shocking. But still, Juliet Lewis was gnarly as a a fucked-up alterna-babe punkette on stage singing her tits off. Add to that a very young Angela Bassett, all butch and sexy as the only limo driver in postapocolyptic, burning Manhattan. And check out those cut arms. Hoo. Ralph Fiennes is appropriately unshaven and slimy, and what 90's crimer be complete without Michael Wincott?
Had to wipe off the screen afterwards. It's ridiculous, over-long, far-fetched, uber-violent ...
And a hell of a lot of fun.

Onto our next sequence from GUN-WILD.

When last saw our heisters, they were just about to get jacked up on speedballs. Having the party from hell on the RV at the beach.
Let's return the party. Part two of several. (What we call the pivotal mid-point -- that sends the story spinning in another direction.)

***

INT. WINNNEBAGO - AT THAT MOMENT
Psycho-rockabilly AT FULL VOLUME:
Horropops’ THELMA & LOUISE.

Rod and Hondo sit on the couch, high as fucking kites.
Cam and Net do a frenzied go-go dance on the coffee table.
Net’s topless, shaking with abandon, gun in hand.

NET
(sings)
Just like, Thelma and Loooo-uise --

Cam takes a swig from a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Reaches around, UNSNAPS her halter top.
It FLIES OFF.
She SHAKES HER BOOBS in time with Net.

CAM
Faster, pussycat!

HONDO
BOOBAGE! Shake it, sunset girl!

Net sees. Smiles.
GRABS Cam’s boobs with both hands.

NET
HONK-HONK!

CAM
HEY!

She SLAPS Net’s hands away.

NET
Oooh, touchy --

HONDO
Touchy-FEELY.

ROD
(stands)
Hey, baby -- wanna dance?

He goes to Cam. Takes her hand.
She JUMPS off the table.
Dances like a maniac.
Shakes her boobs in his face.

Hondo comes up behind Rod.
GRABS his ass with both hands.

Rod WHIRLS AROUND --
and SLAPS him in the face.

ROD (CONT’D)
BACK OFF.

HONDO
(rubs his cheek, smiles)
Dude. Why so uptight?
Just fuckin’ with ya.

ROD
The only FUCKING I do is with CHICKS --
GOT IT?

HONDO
(raises his hands)
Chill, bro -- chill.

Hondo goes to Net, still dancing on the table,
eyes closed, blissed out.
GRABS her hand,
PULLS her down with a YANK --
bare feet SLAP the floor.

NET
OW!

Hondo picks her up.

HONDO
C’mon, hot stuff -- private party.
(looks at Rod)
No prudes allowed.
(laughs)
Pussy to go --

And he carries her off to the back bedroom,
Net SQUEALING.

Rod watches them. Turns to Cam.
Puts his arms around her.

CAM
What are you -- doing?

ROD
Give you any ideas?

Cam pulls out her gun.
Aims it at his crotch.

CAM
Let’s go upstairs -- play a game.

ROD
(pushes it away)
Whoah. Careful. That’s the family jewels.

Cam smiles. Rubs the gun against her crotch.

NET
Maybe this is better. Longer. Stiffer.
(meaningfully)
Never shoots blanks --

ROD
Kinky girl. So that’s the way you want to play it?

Cam leers. Holds the gun barrel against her lips.
Licks it.

NET
Let’s go upstairs and find out.
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