Breaking coconuts
As screenwriters we qualify on the evolution ladder to be somewhere between coconuts obsessed chimps and cold blooded high tech engineers. More or less we all work using the best of each approach which makes us high tech chimps or coconuts obsessed engineers. In my wildest dreams, I envision what one may call, well, a step forward.
Movies are dreams
The craft of screenwriting seems to be an infinite subject for books, posts, seminars. Advices everywhere, gurus at the corner of each lost dog on a parking lot. And indeed, some sort of science is finally slowly emerging of all this. What I’d like to highlight here is the most significant aspect of movies : their dream quality.
One story, four pitches
Everyone insists on how important a pitch is. But as for myself, I think every writer needs four different and necessary pitches.
First is the install pitch, the initial appeal of a conflicting contrast, a fresh situation around someone in relation with three essential entities : us, his world, and a vital necessity.
Pivotal Moments 1- How miraculous : the characters necessity fits your need
Let’s be clear : while the message of stories and even our intention as writers are most of the time noble and sincere, the « craft » is mainly about trickery, cheat, duplicity.
And it’s fun !
Scope, descent, elevation : the symbolism of spaces
It’s been a long time since I wanted to post a note about this. I wanted it to be perfect, full of meaning and precise. But as you know, perfection means never, in a writer’s language. As a great master once stated « There is …
Marc Omeyer. Auteur, scénariste - French writer.
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