A short Independent film script: a poem of sorts

not at all what the title promises

Me:Get over it, you can't create under pressure.
Myself:But I have the compulsive need to.
Me:Who says you do?
Myself:I say it because I can feel the churning desire into my heart.

Me:How about me calling Neve Campbell?
Myself:Is she a friend of yours, oh would she really come?
Me:If that takes this s**t out of your mind and get you going?
Myself:I know you are trying very hard to prove a point.

Me: Well she would definitely stop you from writing.
Myself: I might read poetry to her.
Me: Who says she will listen?
Myself: She is a smart intelligent girl, I learnt it yesterday

Phone dialling Neve Campbell's cellphone

Neve: Hello
Me: Hey Neve, this is ..... Can you come over?
Neve: Sure, you have a plot or something.
Me : yep, there's an possible opening, we could discuss.

Myself: How dare you lie to her?
Me: It's not a lie, we can drink beer.
Myself: I would rather have coffee.
Me: Ha Ha. you and your perennial cold ones.

Doorbell rings

Me: I am coming. just a second.
Myself: Wait. I am not even dressed and I smell bad.
Me: She is not going to make out with you. She isn't that type.
Myself: I hate you and I never said I will ..... her.

Opens Door

Neve: Hey .... Howz it going?
Me: Great ! Come on in.

A smell of jasmine scented rose perfume fills the living room smelling of rotting old steaks.

Me: Take that couch. Will you?
Neve: What's up? What's the plot? Another IFC? Do I have a role?
Me: Look Neve. I will be frank, This isn't about a movie role.
Neve: What? Oh! But i knew it, you know why

Me: Hey ..... is kind of upset. He is missing his deadlines for the heck of being creative
Neve: being creative, Huh. Well that'l take him far.
Me: As far as it took you dear
Neve: Yah right. No distributers, producers, and no recognition. But I am proud.

I walk in, dressed and swell with a little red face.

Myself: Hey Neve, Howz it going?
Neve: Hey .... How are you? so nice to see you. you look great
Myself: Hey you, you look terrific. I wish I had a movie script for you with a big studio
Neve: Come on, don't bother. Why don't we just leave .... and go for a cup of coffee
Myself: Wow that's the best idea.
Me: But Neve..
Neve: No but(t)'s please.

I turn the other way around and say aloud but Neve can't hear

Myself: Yes, Yes, Yes. Me and Neve on a date. Feels like it's a great Saturday after all.

Meanwhile. Me winks at Neve. Neve does not wink back. She gets up

Neve: Come on ...
Myself: Yes Neve. Let's go. Bye ....
Neve: Bye .... Call me when you hear from the studio
Me : Bye you two.. Have fun.

The door slam's shut.
The car engine starts.
The sound of a car rolling away.

Me (soliloquy): Off they go
Neve (aside): But if I am in your fantasy, I may as well go for a cup of coffee instead of talk about independent films.
Myself (aside): I can't and won't get work done still. But now, no work and no poetry to write as well. I can only stare at Neve's big brown eyes and think of beautiful , sunny days in Mc Call, Idaho.

Music rolls

Credits appear.

Me, Myself and Neve on a Saturday for the hopeless.

The End.

Author's Note

If you can't make a head or tail out of it, contact the editors @ IFC films.

Reviews

[Poeticadia]

Intriguing musings... but its just like the voices in our heads really are when we are musing over those unattainable dreams we live with... i love the way 'me' and 'myself' split and go two different ways.