PAGE ONE.
1.1:
CLARK
GRISWOLD is at the end of his driveway. He’s dressed in winter gear, with a
snow shovel down at the ground pushing fresh accumulation to the edge of the
driveway. The pile of snow has been pushed there by large neighborhood SNOW
PLOWS.
NO DIALOGUE.
1.2:
A SNOW PLOW
drives by just as Clark pushes the pile to the edge of the driveway. The plow
showers Griswold with snow.
NO DIALOGUE.
1.3 INSET:
Clark’s face is screwed up—he’s
pissed.
NO DIALOGUE.
1.4 CUT TO:
Clark is standing in the middle
of his yard. He’s stepping down on a pump that will inflate a GIANT SANTA
CLAUS. One of those obnoxious yard ones like this one: http://www.airartinflatables.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/Inflatable-yard-christmas-santa-claus-3.jpg.
Clark is really struggling to blow
it up. He’s hunched over and grunting while he presses down hard on the pedal
that will expand the Santa Claus.
NO DIALOGUE.
1.5:
The
inflatable Santa bursts apart, sending Clark flying back towards the gutter,
about to disappear off panel.
NO DIALOGUE.
1.6:
He’s on his
back in the snow pile, spread-eagled, like he’s making a snow angel.
NO DIALOGUE.
1.7:
The snow plow comes around again
and dumps more snow on him, burying everything except his head in snow.
1. GRISWOLD: I
give up.
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