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Title: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Trevor on April 02, 2008, 03:42:44 AM
Set in Italy, 1947, a motley assortment of people assemble at a mountain chalet in the Italian Dolomites in search of a fortune in Nazi gold.

My dream cast:

1. Myself as Neil Blair, down on his luck writer.

2. Andrew: as Heinrich Stelben, the thief of the gold and the eerie zombie who pops up from time to time.

3. Trekgeezer: as Eduardo Mancini, the owner of the chalet and an ex bobsled champion.

4. Susan or KillerBees: as Contessa Carla Forelli, the revengeful lover of Stelben.

5. Torgo: as Aldo, the cook / waiter / general breaker of plates at the chalet

6. Menard: as Stefan Valdini, the pimp and racketeer.

7. Scott: as Joe Wesson, filmmaker.

8. Odinn7: as Gilbert Mayne, the deserter

9. Ulthar: as Derek Engels.

10. AllHallows: as Keramikos, the Greek communist.


I was hoping for the folllowing to play the roles but you guys would be better.

1. Colin Farrell
2. James Ryan, South African actor
3. Jean Pierre Cassel (RIP)
4. Louise Jameson or Joan Collins
5. Joe Pesci or Danny de Vito
6. Mathieu Kassovitz
7. Nick Frost
8. Neal McDonough
9. Sir Anthony Hopkins.
10. Jean Reno

I forgot to mention that one out of the 10 characters is a killer.  :buggedout: :buggedout:






Title: Re: My film script: "The Lonely Skier"
Post by: Trevor on April 02, 2008, 04:00:58 AM
 :smile:

I also have RC, Dean and Yaddo lined up for roles as Stelben's luckless soldiers.


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: RCMerchant on April 03, 2008, 05:36:02 AM
If I have to die...can I die while doing the hibbity jibbity with Pam Greir? I mean...like Andrew the zombie guy could skewer me  Jason Voorhees -style with a ski pole right after I show Pam who's the man...?


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Trevor on April 03, 2008, 06:01:57 AM
 :bouncegiggle: :bouncegiggle:

I have to finish the script first, then we'll see about you and Pam Grier, RC  :wink:

Behold! What I have written thus far!

DEDICATED TO JANS RAUTENBACH
______________________________________________________

[Quote in red on black background]

“Oh rose, thou art sick, for the invisible worm……. has found out thy bed….. and his dark secret love doth thy life destroy”.
~ William Blake (quote used in the Omega Factor episode Visitations)

(Use V/O from episode)
_______________________________________________

Film starts in black and white.

Music for entire sequence: Richard Rodney Bennett’s eerie “The Kidnap” from Sidney Lumet’s “Murder On The Orient Express”

First shots in the film show the French ~ Italian Alps in stark winter beauty. Black stone mountains dusted with white.

Shot of the winter sun ~ zoom in until the rays seem to pierce the camera.

The time is 1945 ~ the horrific Second World War has all but run its’ course.

Shots of Nazi soldiers loading a cable powered sled with boxes emblazoned with the swastika, the hated symbol of Nazi Germany.

Intercut the loading with shots of their commander HEINRICH STELBEN brandishing an MP40 and hustling his troops on. STELBEN is acting like a man possessed and the men’s body language shows the abuse they are taking.

On top of the mountain, we see the ‘rifugio’ [shelter] of Col Da Varda and the cable house ~ STELBEN orders his men off and orders them to unpack the boxes (containing stolen Nazi gold bullion) from the sled and to secrete them.

The job completed, the soldiers mop sweaty brows, light cigarettes and stand around, waiting for further orders. STELBEN comes into shot and cocks his Schmeisser MP40, jerks the machine pistol, ordering the men to stand up against the wall, with their faces away from him. Almost immediately, STELBEN opens fire, raking his soldiers’ bodies with merciless gunfire.

One soldier HANS HOLTZ, makes a break for it, smashing the feeble low-hanging globe with his fist and dives through the door, STELBEN fires at the retreating soldier but misses and turns his attention to the dying men, reloading his machine pistol and finishing off those not already dead. The wall is splattered with blood and brains and the cement floor is littered with corpses.

The last shot before the credits start is that of a bloodied hand clawing at an Iron Cross as though in search of some sanctuary and the scene fades out on a head covered in blood, the shattered mouth and eyes bearing mute testimony to the horror that has just taken place.

Haunting music [Belfast Child by Jim Kerr & Simple Minds] for credits ~ images of the devastation of the Second World War.

Credits commence with film production logos


THE ICE RUNNER

based on the novel “The Lonely Skier” by Hammond Innes

After production credits which end with screenplay and director credits, director’s name bleeds out of frame.


The film in black & white slowly becomes colour as we see a rain-slicked London street, circa 1947. Bomb damage and sundry situations indicate that this is a London still pulling itself out of the horrors of WW2. The camera focuses on a pair of shuffling feet ~ pan up to reveal NEILL BLAIR, an ex-soldier desperately looking for a job. NEILL’s clothes are shabby and his face is unshaven, his eyes bleary. NEILL crosses a street, enters a bar.

Interior of the bar shows us a well dressed man sitting drinking ~ DEREK ENGELS, the famous and fiery filmmaker known to drink heavily and not to show any signs of it. He has all the air of someone who has been there, done that and was in fact NEILL’s CO in WW2. He is also not the most pleasant person that you could ever hope to meet. ENGELS sees NEILL and waves him over before the publican orders him out.

______________________________________

ENGELS (affable but a little sarcastic)

Well, well, look what the cat ate, dragged in and vomited on the carpet!

NEILL (seeing who it is talking, at the end of his tether)

Up yours, Derek, I don’t need your humour or your sympathy.

ENGELS (not shocked at this rant)

Nice to see you too, Neill. Down and out, are you? I thought you signed on for another year in the army? One of those…….what did they call those idiots who signed on for more of the same crap?

NEILL (hating himself)

Good time Charlies.

ENGELS (laughing)

Yeah, that’s it. And what happened to that newspaper you said you were going to run? Went bust, did it?

NEILL

Yes ~ a shortage of capital and paper.

ENGELS (nastily)

Right, also a shortage of brains and guts. You always were and you always will be one of life’s eternal f**k-ups, Blair. You’re a walking blob of misery. [looks at NEILL with visible distaste]You don’t smell or look too good either, by the way.

NEILL (angrily)

In case you didn’t hear me before, Derek, I said I don’t need your bloody charity. (makes as if to leave)

ENGELS (complete demeanour change)

Sit down. I can see you need help. Do you want a job?

NEILL (still angry)

f**k you. You tried to destroy me in Italy during WW2 and now you’re trying the same s**t here in England. In case you hadn’t noticed, the bloody war’s over, my friend.

ENGELS (placating)

Settle down, Neill. I’ll repeat what I said: Do you want a job? If you do, I’ve got one for you.

NEILL (angry that his old CO has a hold on him still)

Doing what exactly? Cleaning the crap out of your arsehole?

ENGELS (smiles)

No, not that dirty, son. Despite your all too visible f**kups in other areas. it’s a job that I know you can do. Scriptwriting for a thriller that I’ve got in mind for Killarney Film Studios.

NEILL (interested, despite himself)

What’s the catch?

ENGELS

The catch? You’re there to write a script for Killarney but the catch is you write sweet bugger all. I have the scenario all worked out in my head.

NEILL (confused)

So what the hell do you want me to do then?

ENGELS

Just observe, dear boy, observe. If something happens, send me a report by cable. If nothing happens, well, a couple of weeks paid holiday in Cortina isn’t bad. And I’ll see to it that you have a permanent job thereafter with Killarney, which you obviously need. The studios will fix everything up for you, and the cameraman, a real fat slob named Joe Wesson ~ who just happens to be a first-class DOP ~ who will accompany you. He thinks you’re there to write a script, don’t let him think otherwise. His thrills are on the screen: if anything real and exciting happened, he’d s**t himself and then you’d have to dig him out of it.


ENGELS [passes NEILL a photograph of a woman, the photo is inscribed Für Heinrich, mein liebling, Carla]

While you’re observing, Neill, keep both eyes open for this lady, if lady is the word. She’s trouble, had a Nazi for a lover who went apes**t one day, killed his soldiers and topped himself when he was captured by my unit. He feigned illness, stupid guard got too close, the idiot grabbed his pistol and re-decorated the wall behind him with his own brains. Stelben was his name, Kapitan Henrich Stelben. One less Nazi, who gives a s**t?

[V/O of Engels, depiction of STELBEN’s capture and suicide]

NEILL sits stunned at his good fortune for a while, ENGELS puts a business card down in front of him, together with some money.

ENGELS

Have a drink on me and consider the matter. If you agree, call me later today, I’ll have everything sorted for you. Oh and one more thing, for God’s sake, get yourself some new clothes and take a bath. You’re stinking the place up. If you need extra money, tell me. but I won’t be giving you that out of the goodness of my heart, that’ll come out of your salary.

Close-up on NEILL at the bar as ENGELS leaves ~ MCU on his face and then insert shot of him pushing his glass away and picking up the photograph, money and card.
______________________________

Cut to Waterloo Station, London: we see NEILL, neatly dressed and shaved, waiting for his train on the platform.

JOE WESSON comes into shot, lugging his cases and breathing heavily, sits down next to NEILL. He is a big person, but way far from being the ‘fat slob’ that ENGELS described him as. He is well dressed and has an appearance of seeing everything around him whether he is looking at it or not.

JOE

You Neill Blair?

Neill nods in greeting.

JOE

If you’re really Blair, then you look a far sight better than Engels described you. In fact, anyone looks better than that idiot describes anyone. I’m Joe Wesson, from Killarney Film Studios. [puts out a hand, NEILL shakes it]Have you ever worked with H.R.D before?

NEILL (startled)

Who or what the hell is that?.

JOE

HRD: His Royal Dickhead. You know, Derek Sospan Bach Engels.

NEILL (smiling, warming to the man)

Yes, I have actually. He was my CO in Italy.

JOE (sorrowfully)

Oh, s**t, my condolences, mate. He must have tried his best to break you.

NEILL (smiling ironically)

Yeah, there were times when I wanted to tie him to a pole and shoot him with a shotgun loaded with his own s**t. There were other times when I just wanted to kill the bastard, but most of the time I just hated the man. Otherwise, he was pretty OK as a CO.

JOE (laughs)

He’s that way as a director too ~ treats crew like children, actors like cattle, the rest like s**t and the others just badly. And I’m one of his defenders, by the way. Arsehole or not, we have to face it, the man is a genius at filmmaking. And now he has you as his screenwriter and me as his DP. f**ked, the both of us, me once and in your case, twice. [lights cigarette, passes one to NEILL] Well mate, here’s to lung cancer, the kind that people like Engels should get but don’t.

NEILL (accepting cigarette)

Come on, Joe, I don’t think things will be that bad. If he turns up in Italy, the two of you might even bond, you never know.

JOE (lights NEILL’s cigarette, shakes his head sorrowfully)

No, mate. The only bonding that will take place is me bonding his dick to his forehead with super glue.

NEILL and JOE laugh, scene fades out, fade into………

____________________________________

Montage of train journey to coast, ferry to France and further train journeys through Europe culminating in Italy.

Arrival at the “Hotel Splendido” where JOE and NEILL book in; shots of them in dining room.

JOE

So what exactly are we doing here, mate? Looking for a bella ragazza so that our beloved Leader can carve another notch on his dong?

NEILL

Sort of. He told me to look out for this lady. [shows JOE the picture of CARLA while obscuring the writing below]

JOE (whistles, draws in breath)

Whoa, corker. How did he know she’d be here?

NEILL

I don’t know, he said he had a hunch she might be.

JOE

The only hunch that idiot ever had is on his back. That’s when he says “Walk this way” and all his yesmen end up like Lon Chaney in that horror film. [JOE squishes himself up and acts out the scene in the manner of Lon Chaney, NEILL laughs]

Eduardo Mancini, the hotel owner, walks over to their table. Short, heavily built and walks with a pronounced limp, as a result of bobsled accidents.

MANCINI

Good morning, gentlemen. I’m Eduardo Mancini, the owner. Welcome to the Splendido. Signori Blair and Wesson, not so?

NEILL

Grazie, Signor Mancini. It’s a beautiful place you have here. What a view.

MANCINI

The view here? Ah, niente male, but it will be better once I buy the rifugio at the auction tomorrow.

JOE (surprised)

Buy, Signor? Don’t you mean bid for and hope to win or do things work differently here in Italy?

MANCINI (smiling)

Yes, all arranged, I will buy the rifugio tomorrow and then that view [gestures in the general direction of the chalet] will belong to me as well. I’ll get rid of that cretino Aldo and put my own staff in charge. Maybe the two of you would like to attend?

JOE (shakes head in mock fear)

No thanks, Engels will shove my camera tripod up my arse and snap it off short if I don’t start out working right away on establishing shots, still pictures and all that. Neill might want to though ~ he’s our resident Shakespeare.

NEILL (ignores ‘insult’)

Yes, I’d like to attend.

MANCINI

Then it’s all arranged, just like the “auction” tomorrow. Shall we say one thirty tomorrow then? We meet for drinks to celebrate and then I will go and purchase the ‘slittovia’ and the ‘rifugio’. Good day, gentlemen ~ I believe that the cable car will be available for trips up to the chalet in about a half an hour.

_______________________________________________________________________________________

Exterior shot of cableway leading up to chalet ~ NEILL and JOE looking up.

JOE (nervously)

I really don’t feel like going up one of these bloody things this morning or any morning for that matter. That thing was used by the Nazis during the war and the cable’s probably booby-trapped. If I do get sick going up, hopefully the driver won’t mind a few gobs of honk on his head.

NEILL & JOE ascend the mountain on the cable sled ~ establishing shot of the chalet almost as in the the opening scenes. Although the chalet and surrounds are beautiful, there is a tangible air of menace around. Once in the chalet, ALDO arrives and orders the two of them out in voluble Italian, coupled with expletives.

NEIILL (in Italian, to the furious and gesticulating ALDO)

Signor Mancini booked us in here. he said that there were rooms available, one for Mr Wesson and one for me.

ALDO (still gesticulating and swearing)

No! Signor Mancini e stronzo! Vattene a casa! [English] No room here.

JOE (angry)

What’s he saying? (NEILL explains) Tell him if he doesn’t give us a room now, I’ll have my foot say hello to his backside, [Pushes past ALDO] Bugger it, we were told there were rooms, so there must be. [Pushes open nearest door to find the room empty] No rooms, heh, stronzate? [Pushes open another door to reveal an occupant, STEFAN VALDINI, dressed as though he was a flamboyant undertaker’s assistant] Oh, scusi, signori.

VALDINI (not at all fussed)

You are looking for me, perhaps?

JOE

No, sorry, we were looking for our pre-booked rooms and this trained ape said that there weren’t any.

VALDINI

I am Stefan Valdini and please, never mind him. [To ALDO in Italian] Cretino! There are four rooms vacant. Give the English the two end ones.

ALDO (smiling dumbly, bowing and scraping as though the insult was not heard)

Si, signor Valdini, pronto.

JOE (under his breath as ALDO leaves)

Idiot. [To VALDINI] Grazie.

As JOE and NEILL descend the stairs after packing their gear away, ALDO is again trying to dissuade another visitor from entering the premises. GILBERT MAYNE, the new arrival, has a sinister air around him, blond hair, steely blue eyes and a scar running down from his right eye. He turns to NEILL and JOE as ALDO launches into another voluble flood of expletive-laden Italian.

MAYNE (friendly tone, despite his appearance)

Could you help me, please? I’ve got a room booked here but all that this guy can tell me is that all the rooms are taken. I don’t think he knows any more words than those and he’s starting to p**s me off. Mayne’s the name, Gilbert Mayne. Does this guy know any more words than “no room here”?

NEILL

No, I don’t think he does. I’m Neill Blair and this is Joe Wesson. We have the two end rooms, you’re welcome to one of the two others.

MAYNE (thankful)

Thanks. If this idiot doesn’t stop shouting at me [in Italian] I’ll bounce him down these stairs on his f**king head,

NEILL and JOE laugh, ALDO blanches, gives up and accompanies MAYNE upstairs. Since NEILL and JOE’s arrival, many groups of skiers have arrived and are sipping cocktails on the chalet’s balcony. Among them sitting alone is a startlingly beautiful woman ~ CARLA, the woman in the photograph.

NEILL (to JOE)

Go get us a drink will you Joe? Cognac for me please.

NEILL crosses to where the woman is sitting. He smiles at her.

NEILL

Scusi, signora.

CARLA (looks up from her drink)

Si?

NEILL (spellbound)

I may be wrong, but I am sure I’ve met you somewhere before. Somewhere in Italy perhaps, I knew a lady named Carla who looked just like you. You wouldn’t perhaps be her? Her surname was Rometta. [Carla stiffens visibly but recovers]

VALDINI (suddenly butting in)

No, this is the Contessa Forelli and this is Mr Blair from Killarney Film Studios.

NEILL (wondering how the hell VALDINI found that out)

My apologies, Contessa. I have seen you before, somewhere, in fact a friend of mine gave me a picture of someone who looks just like you. (Produces picture and shows it to CARLA)

CARLA (sees picture, almost immediately angry)

Where did you get that? (Attempts to take the picture away from NEILL, who puts it back in his wallet)

NEILL

My apologies once more, Contessa. An amazing likeness, I hope you’ll forgive my mistake.

VALDINI and CARLA both glare at NEILL who joins JOE at the bar for a drink.

JOE

What the hell was all that about, Neill? You want to watch that Valdini, he looks like the type who’ll give you an Italian tie, soon as look at you.

NEILL

No, it was nothing, I just thought that that lady over there was the same one in the picture I showed you. What’s an Italian tie, by the way?

JOE (terrible Italian accent)

Eet eez werrr we sleet jorr throawt, pull jorr tongue out of de hole and we wind eet arrounf jorr neck. [normal] She does look like the one in the picture though. Wouldn’t mind to have a little in-out, in-out with her, you know. [grins evilly]

NEILL (groans and rolls his eyes)

JOE

Word of advice, Neill ~ you gotta watch out for types like Valdini over there ~ one wrong look and your balls are history. He looks like a high-class brothel keeper or a low class mortuary attendant.

NEILL

Probably a bit of both, actually, by the looks of him.

CARLA walks out accompanied by VALDINI, both of them gesticulating ~ the conversation is obviously about NEILL and the photograph. VALDINI enters and glares at NEILL again, NEILL looks at him but says nothing.

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Night at Col Da Varda ~ wind is howling, snow falling, moon is scudding through clouds and trees stand in stark black outlines against the sky. Shots show those already in the chalet are asleep, MAYNE in his room, VALDINI in his, JOE and NEILL in theirs. Interior of NEILL’s room shows him in the throes of a nightmare.

NEILL is dreaming that HEINRICH STELBEN is in his room, looking ghastly with the hideous, high calibre bullet wound in his forehead, his rotting face still smeared with blood and brains, his shirt and neck mouldy and eaten away. His skin colour is pale and his teeth are bared in the rictus of sudden, violent death. STELBEN leans over NEILL in bed, smiles evily and NEILL awakens with a violent start. All seen from NEILL’s POV and STELBEN seen in half shadow. NEILL is sweating, breathing heavily, throws the covers off the bed, stands at the window and smokes a cigarette. A shadow crosses behind him, something horrible is reflected in the window glass and then STELBEN is standing next to him, smiling. NEILL tries to scream and fails ~ only then does he wake up fully.

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Next day, NEILL has not suprisingly overslept and is awoken by JOE banging on the door.

JOE (through the door)

Neill, you awake, man? (Gives up when no answer is forthcoming) Oh bugger you, sleep your arse off for all I care.

NEILL struggles awake, prepares for the day and goes down to breakfast, which is brunch in his case. The food is very surprisingly of a low quality and he picks at it, still traumatized by his dream during the night. MAYNE arrives at the table and joins NEILL.

MAYNE

You’re the guy with Killarney Film Studios. Blair, isn’t it? Neill Blair.

NEILL (nods distractedly)

Yeah, sorry if I’m not much company, I had a bad night, bad dreams about what happened here during the war. Nazis, stolen gold bullion, deaths, treachery, suicides, I don’t really know what the hell to make of it, except that it all sounds like some bad movie.

MAYNE (smiles, continues eating)

Any plans for today apart from doing what the Studios expect you to do?

NEILL (swigs coffee)

I thought I’d go down to Cortina and attend an auction there ~ Eduardo Mancini told me that he’s going to buy this place today.

MAYNE (under his breath)

That’s what he thinks.

NEILL (slightly startled)

Sorry?

MAYNE

No, nothing. Mind if I join you?

NEILL

No problem, you’re probably going to be very bored because Mancini said he had it all sown up.

MAYNE

I rather think I won’t be, it could be very exciting.

NEILL (intrigued)

How do you figure that one out?

MAYNE

There will be fire works, I guarantee you. [gets up] Leave that food which you’re trying to eat and don’t really


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Trevor on April 03, 2008, 06:20:40 AM
 :buggedout: :buggedout:

I just went on the IMDB and found out that this film has already been made way back when as Snowbound with Herbert Lom and Dennis Price.


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: trekgeezer on April 03, 2008, 07:11:43 AM
Does this mean I have to start brushing up on my Italian accent?


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Trevor on April 03, 2008, 07:49:25 AM
Si, mille grazie, amico. :teddyr: :wink:

Not just you but Dr Menard, Torgo and Scott will have to work out the meanings of stronzo and stronzate if they wish to breathe life into their characters.  :wink:

I have some roles lined up for Ash and Flackbait too: musn't forget them.  :smile:

Just btw: I am really writing this script for when I hopefully go to Film School next year: I read Hammond Innes' book in high school and have never forgotten it. Just one hassle: you never find out where the gold is, rather like the case in Ronin, it is and remains a mystery.  :twirl:


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Rev. Powell on April 03, 2008, 09:55:26 PM
Oooh!  I'll take that role RC was talking about.  He's not right for the part, I assure you.  And maybe you can cast Salma Hayek as Pam Grier?

If not, can I play a lifeless corpse?  It's the role I was born to play! 

Seriously, good luck with the script.  It looks very professional, and the plot is promising.

 


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: RCMerchant on April 03, 2008, 10:46:11 PM
Oooh!  I'll take that role RC was talking about.  He's not right for the part, I assure you.  And maybe you can cast Salma Hayek as Pam Grier?

If not, can I play a lifeless corpse?  It's the role I was born to play! 

Seriously, good luck with the script.  It looks very professional, and the plot is promising.

 

Are you MAD,man?!?!? I was BORN to bounce with Pam!!! Besides...she loves me...she told me so inna  dream...so it must be true!
Anyway...I get killed by psycho zombie Andrew. Alas, no Pammy involved. (sniff...weep...)  :bluesad:


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Trevor on April 04, 2008, 01:34:53 AM
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Oooh!  I'll take that role RC was talking about.  He's not right for the part, I assure you.  And maybe you can cast Salma Hayek as Pam Grier? If not, can I play a lifeless corpse?  It's the role I was born to play! 

Seriously, good luck with the script.  It looks very professional, and the plot is promising.

Thanks, Reverend.  :smile: :teddyr:

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Are you MAD,man?!?!? I was BORN to bounce with Pam!!! Besides...she loves me...she told me so inna  dream...so it must be true!
Anyway...I get killed by psycho zombie Andrew. Alas, no Pammy involved. (sniff...weep...)

RC: this is only a first draft, so I'm sure I'll be able to work you and Pam in somewhere.  :teddyr:


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Menard on April 04, 2008, 05:08:35 PM
RC: this is only a first draft, so I'm sure I'll be able to work you and Pam in somewhere.  :teddyr:

That would be Pam with me in the motel and you waking up from a dream and realizing she's not with you, RC.

See, both of you are in there. :tongueout:


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Trevor on April 05, 2008, 03:44:27 AM
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That would be Pam with me in the motel and you waking up from a dream and realizing she's not with you, RC. See, both of you are in there.


 :teddyr: :thumbup:


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Derf on April 05, 2008, 04:42:35 PM
Is there a part for an extra that gets riddled with machine-gun fire? If so, can I play that part? That's my greatest movie ambition, 'cause I've definitely got the perfect face for radio.

P.S.--please don't use real bullets, though.


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Rev. Powell on April 06, 2008, 11:05:10 AM
Trevor, it's been a few days and I still haven't been informed of what part I will play.

The thread title assures me "You have been cast in it!"  I am "you."  I don't know how these things are handled in South Africa, but here in the good ole USA that thread title is a legally enforcable contract.

Please don't force me to hire a South African attorney to place a lien on your underpants.

I will accept scale, along with travel expenses to the Italian Dolemites. 


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Trevor on April 07, 2008, 01:24:36 AM
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The thread title assures me "You have been cast in it!"  I am "you."  I don't know how these things are handled in South Africa, but here in the good ole USA that thread title is a legally enforcable contract.

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Please don't force me to hire a South African attorney to place a lien on your underpants.

 :buggedout: :buggedout: :buggedout: AAAAAARRRRGHHHHH! Noooo! They're the only pair I have!  :bluesad: OK, OK, I give up: you'll play one of Stelben's soldiers.

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Is there a part for an extra that gets riddled with machine-gun fire? If so, can I play that part? That's my greatest movie ambition, 'cause I've definitely got the perfect face for radio. P.S.--please don't use real bullets, though.

OK, OK: RC, Dean (where is he these days?), Yaddo, Ash, Flackbait and Rev as Stelben's soldiers: I promise to have them pop up as the revengeful undead who open up a huge can of whoop-ass on Stelben's undead bum.  :teddyr:



Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: trekgeezer on April 07, 2008, 07:55:43 AM
I want to know one thing Trevor. Does Eduardo die in some horrific and grotesque fashion.   I can just imagine my last utterance, "Mama Mia, at last I'ma come-a to see you!"


You know this is one of the coolest things we've had going on for a while.


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Trevor on April 07, 2008, 09:26:12 AM
 :teddyr: Sorry, Derf: you are the other soldier.  :teddyr:

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I want to know one thing Trevor. Does Eduardo die in some horrific and grotesque fashion.   I can just imagine my last utterance, "Mama Mia, at last I'ma come-a to see you!"

 :teddyr: :bouncegiggle: In the book, all he does is look very, very PO'd at the fact that his bid on the chalet at the auction has been beaten by Valdini (Dr Menard) and then later, it is Valdini's turn to be very PO'd when his bid is outbid by an unknown bidder. All Eduardo does then is stalk off in a huff and you never see him until the chalet goes kablooiey at the end of the book.

I will have him say, as an Englishman hating Italian: "That stronzo Church-a-hill! He-a come-a to Italy and he s**tta alla ova my beloveda aaarmeeee!"

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You know this is one of the coolest things we've had going on for a while.


Karma for that, my friend: thank you.  :cheers:


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Killer Bees on April 07, 2008, 10:32:56 PM
Trevor, I am all over that vengeful lover thing!  *lol*

Plus, I'm good with accents, so Italian is no problem for me.


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Trevor on April 08, 2008, 08:06:15 AM
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Trevor, I am all over that vengeful lover thing!  *lol* Plus, I'm good with accents, so Italian is no problem for me.

That's good. One problem though: in the book, Carla and Mayne kill each other, Mayne gets shot and then is fried alive in the chalet after he despatches Carla who dies in the snow.

 :buggedout: :buggedout:


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Killer Bees on April 08, 2008, 10:55:03 PM
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Trevor, I am all over that vengeful lover thing!  *lol* Plus, I'm good with accents, so Italian is no problem for me.

That's good. One problem though: in the book, Carla and Mayne kill each other, Mayne gets shot and then is fried alive in the chalet after he despatches Carla who dies in the snow.

 :buggedout: :buggedout:

There's always a catch  *lol*


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Trevor on April 09, 2008, 05:13:33 AM
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There's always a catch  *lol*

The worst catch of all is you never find out where the gold is.  :bluesad:


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Trevor on April 24, 2008, 05:14:16 AM
 :smile:

Before I finish the script (which should hopefully be soon) does anyone else that I've not included want a part too? It will be my pleasure to include you. :teddyr:


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Trevor on December 18, 2015, 08:45:29 AM
Seven years down the line and I STILL haven't finished this damn script.  :thumbdown:


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: ulthar on December 18, 2015, 09:20:44 AM
I missed this back in '08, but uh, all I can say is...I get the part you were planning for Anthony Hopkins?  Wow.

Now to read the draft to see if I find the gold....   :bouncegiggle:


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: Trevor on December 21, 2015, 01:39:34 AM
I missed this back in '08, but uh, all I can say is...I get the part you were planning for Anthony Hopkins?  Wow.

Now to read the draft to see if I find the gold....   :bouncegiggle:


 :teddyr: :teddyr:

Hammond Innes couldn't find the gold, his characters couldn't, I couldn't so good luck.  :wink:

(http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Y1B5Br97L.jpg)

Where's that gold?  :wink:


Title: Re: "The Lonely Skier": You have been cast in it!
Post by: RCMerchant on December 21, 2015, 09:30:55 AM
I see I'm a zombie-a zombie who can jump bones with Pam Grier,mebbe? ( insert begging whine sound like a dog) :bluesad: :question: