These are some 7pages of unformatted script. I wrote in English and included "" "" where I thought characters might actually end up talking in the language.
I tried using some of the themes that have been suggested and I added a few new possible characters like, 'Spook.' 'Butler' may serve as the young Pirk in training character that was suggested...
The narrative suggests the intro idea as a theme; please pardon my enthusiasm.
Thanks-
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P1.
A cute white man drives an antique car through green fields and golden roads.
We take a seat by him to admire the wind swept smile on his face.
He waves and begins talking to us.
Tim Rider: “” Hi. Now this is a preview. It’s a personal warning to acclimate you to the awesome experience you are about to undergo. The World Smashing Box Office Records prove that the economy is great. That our world is great. That Cinema is great. That Cinema is green. I mean: there’s never been a better time to see a movie – 100 bucks to catch the truth? Come on. Come on! Yeah! You know, I’m on my way to thaw out my pa right now because life don’t get no better than any of this – film is dead – movies finally reign! I know the kids in your inner kids just want that emotional gutwretching truth that your total access news sources just can’t handle. You know just why they can’t… because they just show how the world sucks. Our cinema shows you why it always will. Pay attention. 3-D changes the world. Sit back: you won’t ever come back. “”
Tim chuckles and presses on the accelerator.
Tim: “”Hang on pa, it’s safe to live out your life and die on this good earth! “”
The antique car drives into the setting sun.
Sun.
Screaming.
A cool animation presents a baby being born with a crown and a camera to shoot his screaming mother into silence before his legs exit the vagina…
Darkness.
The screen cracks and shatters into a mirror.
“”Royal Studios presents a Galactically Universal Systemic Picture””
The screen cracks and shatters into a mirror.
Seat belts close on the spectators.
Gas effuses the air.
Enigmatic music plays and mystical light fills the theater.
Spontaneous laughter, titters, erupt.
p2.
In the theater, the chairs detach and float into the air and fly out of a bustling metropolis through seascapes, landscapes to ‘oohs,’ ‘ahhs,’ and cries of, ‘I’m finally flying(!)' and, 'Together together!’
The 3-D experience envelops the crowd. The individual disappears and we seem to race a bird, a train…
CUT TO:
An Actual Train rolls out the back alley of an urban movie theater and into an underground tunnel as a couple of guys walk towards the theater.
Guy #1: “”It’s like this city just emptied.””
Guy #2: “”Dude. It’s a long weekend, Everybody’s gone someplace.””
Guy #1: “”Yeah right – and you’re the only poor person I know.“”
Guy #2: “”Look – '3-D' movie tickets –“”
The guys enter the Movie Theater for the next 3-D presentation.
The Train rolls out of an empty city.
The Train rolls on past throngs of people putting garbage into garbage bags atop garbage dumps the size of stadiums…
The Train rolls on past armies deconstructing suburban sprawl by hand, planting trees, and transporting materials by hand, from hand to hand, for miles.
It’s a small world after all.
The Train rolls by fields of farming Hasidic Jews.
A flying solar powered sail-car flaps by.
The sails transform into floating blankets. A couple of ‘Pirk Officers’ step out of the car to have a helium balloon picnic high in the air. They laugh.
The Train rolls on.
Past Mount Rushmore -
Which collapses under the manual labor of hundreds, thousands, picking away at the mountain with bricks, hammers, elbows, teeth.
Shirtless people on horseback watch on in approval.
p3.
The Train rolls on into the night -
CUT TO :
Gleeful Eyes bulge in the soft glow of a TV.
The Beaming Face of Pirk barely contains laughter.
An undeniably happy Pirk, caped, and further comforted by a caped blanket sits in a large, comfy oversized coach also with a cape, and overstuffed pillows, also caped, alone in the middle of a cavernously large fascist marble room.
The TV is caped.
A butler walks the floor carrying a caped tray.
Pirk violently laughs. He’s watching ‘Charlie Wilson’s War’ with headphones on.
At his feet lie stacks of American DVDs: plastic cups and their liquid remnants are thrown willy nilly to mare the scene.
Pirk’s gyrating laugher dislodges the headphone’s cable.
He notices the butler.
Philip Seymour Hoffman : “”I learned Finnish! Do you have any idea how hard Finnish is?!””
Pirk bursts out laughing again. Pauses the film.
Pirk : These were funny people. Is that your breakfast : “”You seem in-cap-able of finishing it.””
The Butler notices the pun beneath the caped tray.
Butler : “”Nice cap-tion.””
Butler is a young child.
Pirk : Good. You are becoming funny. Serve me now.
Pirk rewinds and receives his Plastic Slurpy Drink.
Pirk: “”He ‘learned’ Finnish…”” funny stuff – how many Americans are left?
Butler: All of them sir.
p5.
Pirk: What? What the hell is everybody doing here – we have a war to fight. Who have we conquered that everyone is left and I wouldn’t know… this might be an enemy worth… “”Are you fucking with me man? “”
“” Got you sir –“”
“” Oh: good one man. ””
Through the window of the foreboding Capital building – the Helvetica hovers.
CUT TO –
A fist thunders down on a humongously large Map of the World, covered with little men and trains and signs like ‘Karthago,’ ‘Old Caledonia,’ ‘Dessertia,’ ‘Romanii,’ ‘Lombardii,’ ‘Abyssinii,’ litter the map and make sense of the Big Board.
Info : And there have been reports of smashing in the sector for Useless Machine Deconstruction.
A herd of petty-officers and news-casters observe Info, Dwarf, Spook, etc. managing the world. Spook consults a notepad to make reports. She’s always spying and jotting something down.
Dwarf: The French?
Spook: The Swiss… In Neder Waterlandia.
Dwarf: Well what are they doing there?
Spook: The French conveys -
Dwarf: How many French are left?
Info: 20million.
Dwarf: Insolvent people!
Spook: They are on their way to China…
Dwarf: Just because the Chinese are on their way to France to -
Spook: - Critique art.
Info: That’s the Japanese. The Chinese are that bridge from Brazil to Africa.
Dwarf: Strong people.
p6.
Dwarf: Still we can’t send all the French to China – they’ll love it – happy to philosophize about mystery and hardship and pain – this is supposed to be hard training! We need super humans to conquer space! What are the French most fearful of?
Spook: “”Happiness?””
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Info: Overabundant happiness: Optimiso. Enthusiasm. Innocence. Silliness.
Dwarf: Where did we put the Spanish again?
Spook: Iberiananii. Languages: Portugualii, Catellan, Gallego, Basco, Castellano, Ballerina… The Alps! The Corpus Hymalayus’ Human Telephone Yodeling Report is due tomorrow via Sumo wrestler…
Dwarf: Hmm.
Info: 56% still traveling to the loudest, windiest peaks on earth to serve as candle bearers for the lighthouse operators on the lookout for privately held UFOs. Except those from the mountains they’ve already been relocated to the kelp fields.
Dwarf: The remaining French to Spain to validate world news.
Spook: French admiration. French cheerleading. That’ll teach them something.
Dwarf: Where are the Americans?!
Info: The Vulgarii. The moon – Pirk library – 1% complete.
Dwarf: 1%?!
Spook: They started drilling for oil.
Dwarf: On The Moon?! With what?
Info: Eachother.
Dwarf: Selfless people. How are the Germans doing on plugging up the volcanoes?
News Caster: Fantastico!
Dwarf: They do make good people.
Spook: (writing) Too loud Spaniard.
p7.
News Caster: (Fantastico!)
Spook: This Frenchman is still sarcastic – send him back.
News Caster: No! Noooooo!
CUT TO:
Pirk standing tall in front of his fleet of ships among his officers.
Pirk : We don’t serve an emperor – we serve our selves. Sign up, alien. You have a lot to learn.
CUT TO:
Pirk clicking off his TV, in his room of capes.
A director kneels by the caped TV.
Butler, now wearing a tiny cape himself, barely manages to carry a caped midget on a tray.
Pirk: Aliens don’t understand ‘existentialism.’ Troll?
Caped Midget: Yeah but I don’t understand Aliens. And I’d think that was touching if I was a superior Alien race.
Director: Yes! Yes!
Pirk glares.
Director: I mean. No! No! This will surely frighten all aliens in the outer space into collaborating –
Pirk: Confederating!
Director: Confederating! With Pirk’s –
Pirk: - The Pirk’s -
Director: - superior –
Pirk: Oh come on – CUT CUT – we’re recording here - start over.
The Director takes a moment…
p8.
Director: ‘Yes, Yes?’
Pirk: ‘No No!’
Director: ‘No No!’
…
Pirk : Guards! This director doesn’t know his lines…
Guards take away a screaming director.
Pirk : This is all so depressing Troll, Butler. The numbers confirm that we have conquered all of Near Space magnificently, but what if we meet an immaterial alien race?
Troll : Imaginary?
Pirk : No, no, “”immaterial, like ghosts – like in ‘Contact.’””
Butler: “”You’ll wear them out, the Pirk.””
Pirk : I’m serious. This isn’t funny. We must conquer imaginary space if we real people are to stand a chance against imaginary foes.
Troll : If the people knew how much you cared from them the Pirk, they all would be traveling where no Pirk has gone before.
Pirk: That’s It!
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