This is a script I developed for a short film, the aim was to create a script with little dialogue, as you can see there are only two sentences uttered throughout.
I am proud of the script and hope to one day see it reach it’s potential on screen.
The idea was to create a character who was trying to better themselves as a person, which I am all for, but the ultimate message is to be true and happy with yourself, and the EXACTLY who it is that YOU are. This script can read as a kooky amusement, but it’s really about something more than that. Social media sculpts others lives to be far from what they are, Instagram pictures of cakes baked, macrame dreams and endless holiday destinations have most of society thinking we are missing out on something, and not living up to our full potential. The truth of the matter is, if the most you get up to on your weekend is relaxing with a film, some ice cream or a wine, why should you be made to feel like that’s not okay?
Candace is a strong, intelligent woman experimenting with her sense of self, I hope this script resonates with others as it does me.
INT. THE ELEVATOR OF A COORPORATE BUILDING LATE AFTERNOON
A closed elevator door occupies the screen, women chatter loudly off screen,
OPENING CREDITS PLAY
The elevator opens and in gush the pack of women. The door closes.
INT. INSIDE THE ELEVATOR LATE AFTERNOON
The ladies are still chatting, Front and centre is CANDACE, 27, standing silent and watching the elevator’s position indicator levels drop on the display above her.
Merriam, 34 :
Candace will you be joining us this evening? After all you do
bring so much entertainment, one glass and you’re everyones best friend.
there is hostility in Merriam’s voice.
Candace looks stunted and caught off guard.
I’m terribly sorry MERRIAM, unfortunately I already have plans, a nice night in with some tea is what i’m looking forward to.
Candace looks back to the level indicator, rolling her eyes.
INT. SPOTLIGHT NIGHT
Candace scales the aisles of crafts and haberdashery. She chooses her materials meticulously, buttons, glitter, ribbon, paint, sheets of plastic etc.
She waits in the line, nursing her crafts. The line is full of mums with children still in uniforms, and sad looking characters, who seemingly couldn’t find a more entertaining option for their Friday evening.
INT. CANDACE’S APARTMENT NIGHT
Candace carries her materials up from her car and places them on her dining room table, already it has been set up with her craft magazine, open on the specific page for the nights reading, and a steaming pot of herbal tea.
She inspects each of her materials, checking them off from the list in the magazine, she is ready to get to work.
Time passes and Candace doesn’t seem to have made much progress. Something catches her eye.
Atop of the kitchen bench stands a bottle of red wine, illuminated and standing boldly, It is crying out to her, Candace looks from the wine to table and back again, she quickly turns her head as if to dismiss the bottle, and starts threading up the material in her hand.
More time passes and Candace is struggling, she has a mess of colourful materials in front of her, and even more of the debris scattered by her feet, she seems flustered and her brow has changed from the calm, frownless state, into a disgruntled scrooge of a furrow.
She eyes off the bottle yet again, did she catch herself salivating?
Time passes yet again, Candace no longer looks like the well put together woman we were first introduced to. She appears more animalistic in nature, her hair is a mess and her shirt is ruined with splatters of paint, sweat and glitter.
-She looks to the wine bottle once more.
Candace sits still, death-staring the pile in front of her, with one quick fluid movement she swipes the evidence of her attempted craftwork on to the floor, she stares at it defeated, it stares back.
INT. CADACES LIVING ROOM LATE EVENING
Candace is slumped on her couch, the light of the TV flickers on her face, quiet murmurs of a trashy TV show comfort her. She reaches for the bottle of wine now placed next to her and pours it into a glass hidden from view behind the couch. She lifts the glass to her lips and smiles.
The retro character she was trying to create has been squashed into distortion, now flipped, the shape resembles that of a cup, she drinks from it rewardingly, feeling rather impressed with herself after all.
(If you can imagine)
The craft she is making is a retro doll from the 70’s, the idea is that she makes a cone shape with plastic sheets, and when she turn the doll upside down it acts as a cup, the dolls torso and head working as a stem.
As I said, I would love to see this film made, it would cost next to nothing to make, thanks to my ‘womens day retro craft book collection’ and extensive craft crate waiting at home, and there is always a bottle of wine on hand at my house.