the wonderful thing about going on a walk for an hour
or two a day is the amount of thought refinement that
just happens. especially with a project like this that's
far enough off, progress can be slow and steady. by
the time the show gets here, I'll have improvised
the monologues dozens of times. that's the good news.
now, exactly where we'll be with the whole rotten
kettle of dog meat then is anyone's guess. here's
a new piece that was sent to me about katherine harris,
the evil witch of the south in the Florida election
process. check out the short doc...
http://www.ericblumrich.com/gta.html
anyway...here's where the piece stands...
scene one: chicken coup talking to myself monologue
about how it's MY problems that have brought me
to being sentence to chicken wire wearing.
it starts with something like...
"I have to stop peeing in the sink."
"it's unsocial...insocial...antisocial."
"I dont do it in public."
"it's not right."
perhaps a soft megaphone with one
of the voices to distinguish between
the inner child and inner adult.
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scene two: video: my head on a baby squirming happily
on its back in a crib. or without my head, while I provide
live monologue through a mic up an octave. you see adult
hands patting the baby, perhaps goo goo noise on tape
or on a live loop, while I say things like,
"hey, keep your hands to yourself. why are you always
touching me and telling me what to do? stop it."
I'm also considering having a set up shot following a woman,
the camera about waist high, into a baby crib sales place
and find proper transitional lighting to the real crib.
it could also be a toddler bouncin in a play pen,
which would be harder to animate, I think.
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scene three: video: 5 suits, identified as a TEXaco/shell,
HALiburton and CHASE along with 2 heads representing
the government and the military are conferencing. either
TEX or CHASE is leading the discussion talking about
the singular importance of money and the dilemma
of their attitude toward the pesky yet essential
customer. which is my cue....I'm brought
out either in chains or the chicken
coup, only, this time in the
orange jump suit.
the rest has yet to reveal itself.
possible ending...the military guy in the video keeps
lighting sticks of dynomite, "tossing" them onto the
stage, where I pick them up and clandestinely turn
them into a bomb vest. at the end, obviously
desperate, my portion of monologue ends
with words to the effect that it's
all about choices as I reveal
the suicide bomber vest.
fade to black
watch out america. mcvey and company
may be only beginners in your mad
rush to spawn revolutionaries,
a generation of american
terrorists on sacred
home soil. one
never knows,
do one?
there's a moral for ya.