We OPEN on a young BOY aged about four or five. He’s wearing t-shirt and shorts and is sat cross legged on a carpeted living room floor.
He stares up in wonder as an elderly man dressed in slacks and a woollen jumper, sits in the armchair before him, gesticulating wildly.
CAPTION Life is but a fleeting moment, so the saying goes...
CUT TO: the same boy, his back to us. He’s sat cross legged, a few metres away from a boxy looking TV that sits in the corner of a different living room.
KING KONG is playing on the TV, the light from the screen almost enveloping the boy.
CAPTION We’re born, we grow, we learn.
CUT TO: a shot looking down at the boy slightly as he stands before a line of shelves in a newsagent. He clutches a copy of Marvel Tales #182 and waves it towards CAMERA/an off panel parent. He’s smiling from ear to ear.
CAPTION We accumulate.
CUT TO: the same boy, older now, a man in his early 20’s. He’s sat cross legged on the grass in a park, summer happening behind him.
A girl, a few years younger, sits opposite him, a picnic between them. A copy of Identity Crisis #1 sits in the man’s lap.
CAPTION Some things change.
CUT TO: the man, who should probably know better, sitting cross legged with his back to us. He’s in front of a modern flat screen TV that’s sitting on a media unit that’s all metal and glass.
On the TV screen a man in a suit runs across a beach, the detritus of a plane crash spread around him.
CAPTION Some things don’t.
CUT TO: the man, standing near a desk with a PC on it in a tiny, cramped bedroom. He’s turned towards us, reading from a batch of printed pages.
The girl from panel 1.4 sits on the corner of the bed, staring up at the man with a smile on her face.
CAPTION Life is but a fleeting moment, so don’t waste a second on something that doesn’t make you smile.