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Thursday, October 11, 2012
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Saturday, October 6, 2012
DURCHEINANDER Chapter Six: Give Old Tony's A Hand
Dame J. E. Marshall Productions Presents
DURCHEINANDER
The Homage To Sir Alfred Hitchcock
Chapter Six
GIVE OLD TONY A HAND
Two Weeks Later
Lila and Frank Richmond had come to OLD TONY'S on the pier to celebrate their first wedding anniversary.
"We'll have two French martinis." Frank told the waitress.
"Where are you going?" Lila asked.
"You'll see." Frankly smiled.
Frank returned to their table and was proud when the band began to play their song. Then he saw from the expression on his sweetheart's face that she hadn't even noticed.
"Lila? Baby? What's the matter?"
"There's something down there in the seaweed." Lila bit her lip.
"They're playing our song, honey!" Frank tried in vain to get her attention.
Lila stood up and pointed towards the glob of seaweed and screamed, "It's a HUMAN HAND!"
~ TO BE CONTINUED ~
Friday, October 5, 2012
Alfred Hitchcock's Own Words On The Art Of Sugarcoating
Alfred Hitchcock conducted a Master Class with AFI Conservatory Fellows on February 3, 1970. He had recently completed TOPAZ (1969) and had not yet started FRENZY (1972). Known as a master of suspense, the director's films include THE 39 STEPS (1935), LIFEBOAT (1944), SPELLBOUND (1945), REAR WINDOW (1954), VERTIGO (1958), PSYCHO (1960) and THE BIRDS (1963).
ON EXPOSITION...
"There are moments where you have to use a certain amount of footage to introduce the character. In that particular case (THE MAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCH) you don't just introduce them by small talk. You have a little boy wondering and accidentally pulling the veil off. You need some piece of action that would be interesting to look at rather than just 'This is John Smith, this is his wife and this is his son.' In other words, it's like all exposition – it's a pill that has to be sugarcoated. You are telling the audience something, giving them some piece of information, but it must appear to be something else."
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DURCHEINANDER Chapter Two: In The Middle Of Nowhere
Chapter Two
IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE
IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE
TWO WEEKS EARLIER / June 20, 2013
Tommy Barton made a pit stop in the desert town of Baker, home of the the world's largest thermometer and gateway to Death Valley. He parked his Harley-Davidson. A blonde in the parking lot rushed up and handed him her camera.
Tommy removed his helmet and released his shiney mink-brown hair. The blonde let out a deep sigh.
"My name is Josephine. I'd be much obliged if you would take a picture of me and my son by the thermometer." She said fanning herself with a brochure.
"My pleasure." Tommy smiled.
"Now we know why they call it 'Baker' It's a hundred and thirteen degrees! Ben and I are going to be house sitting here until September. I had no idea it would be this hot!"
"Sure is a scorcher." Tommy put his helmet in the compartment and pulled out a beat up cowboy hat to fend off the sun. He winked and added, "And the weather is hot too."
"O, it must be especially hot for you out there on that bike." Josephine observed he was bronze and covered with sweat.
"Naa." Tommy teased, "I've got airconditioning." Tommy flapped his t-shirt which had huge holes in it. The blonde went into a type of trance, her eyes glued to his strong arms and flat stomach.
"Ya'll go on over there and give me some good poses. I promise not to run off with your camera." Tommy said. "When we're done I'll buy us some cold drinks in the cafe."
Tommy and his new friends went in the nearby cafe for iced tea. After a pleasant break, the two exchanged cell phone numbers and said goodbye.
Tommy walked to the tourist information center across the street. There was freckled titian haired lady behind the counter. Tommy liked red heads as much he liked blonds and brunettes.
"How can I help you today, sir?" The pretty clerk asked.
Tommy pulled out an empty tomato seed packet from the back pocket of his blue jeans and slapped it on the counter.
"I was just wondering if ya'll had a little map to this place. You see, I done my homework and I'm gonna buy me a whole sack of these 'mater seeds to impress my new boss in Hermosa Beach, Cal-i-forn-i-a. I know for a fact these here are the only kind she uses, but I sure as hell don't wanna get lost in Death Valley in this heat." Tommy declared.
"Yes sir. You do not want to get lost out there. We do have a map to that little tourist trap but you don't need to go there to get those seeds. They sell them right across the street in the gift shop and you can order on line anytime."
"I can take the heat. I'm a cook. I'm used to it. I got the ambition to show my new boss that she didn't make no mistake when she give me the job."
"Well, here's the brochure about Edgar Bernard's Famous Tomato Stand. Nobody goes out there anymore except me, the mail man and the utilities companies. I check on Edgar now and then since his parents passed. You know you could buy the seeds here. No one would know." She insisted.
"No ma'am, I can't do that. I got to see the facilities up close and personal so I can tell my boss the details."
"If you insist, you had better take this pamphlet that lists the things you need to bring with you when you travel in Death Valley." She gave him the list but held back the map.
"You ain't gonna let me have that map?" Tommy smiled. He stared at her name tag. "Come on, Miss Rebecca Daniels, it is MISS, am I right?"
"I will. I'll give it to you," She put the map behind her back, "After you PROMISE me you will get everything on that list."
"Rebecca, darlin', I promise to get everything my Harley can hold if you start calling me "Tommy" instead of "sir". Don't you trust me?"
"For some reason I do. And yes,at the moment, it is 'Miss'."
The clerk smiled as she handed Tommy Barton the map.
Tommy put the map in his back pocket and winked at the clerk.
The pretty red head winked back.
~ To Be Continued ~
DAME J. E. MARSHALL PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS: DURCHEINANDER
Dame J. E. Marshall Productions Presents: DURCHEINANDER
The Homage To Sir Alfred Hitchcock
Chapter One
THE GRAND REOPENING / July 3, 2013
It was the summer the crickets took over Hermosa Beach, California. The rumor was that the constant twittering of those crickets drove some people mad and made others completely disappear.
On the afternoon before the grand July 4th reopening of the best burger bistro on the strand, the sun was making the sea sparkle while the old sign that read: "BRENNER'S BURGERS" was being taken down. The building's owner, Mr. Mitchell Doyle, watched as a delicate new neon sign was being prepped to take its place.
Mr. Doyle wore a lighter, summer version of the charcoal grey pen striped suit that had become his trademark. He spotted Thelma Reynolds heading down the strand towards him at a very fast clip, considering that she was sixty four years old.
"Afternoon, Miss Reynolds. Runnin' from the law?" Mitchell Doyle tipped his hat.
"Was I going all that fast?" The years of smoking, hard liqour and shouting at cooks had given Thelma a bit of a frog voice.
"Any faster and I'd need a skateboard to keep up with you." Doyle teased.
"I was just trying to beat you to the door and lock you out before you could raise the rent again." Thelma quipped.
Mr. Doyle held the door open for Thelma and followed her into the bistro. The former Mrs. Brenner was seated at the bar with her back to them. She was lost in her paper work.
"Love what you've done with the place, Miss Hayworth." Mitchell Doyle announced.
"Oh!" Melanie Hayworth spun the barstool around so fast that she knocked over her iced tea.
"I'll get a towel!" Thelma rushed behind the counter.
"I didn't hear you come in." Melanie fingered her pearl necklace as she did when she was nervous.
"I'm very sorry." Mitchell was a bit startled as well. He had seen Melanie many times before and yet her beauty still overwhelmed him. Her slender legs dangled from the barstool. She had kicked off her pumps and was slipping back into them. She wore a white silk blouse and a sea green jacket and skirt. One strand of blonde hair had escaped her otherwise perfect French twist and was playing hard to catch in the afternoon sea breeze.
"There." Thelma handed the paperwork to Melanie. "I've rescued your papers." Thelma finished drying the bar.
"Allow me to buy you ladies a drink. It's the least I could do." Mitchell offered.
"I was having some sun tea. Do join us for a glass." Melanie offered.
"I will, but I insist on buying." Mitchell was still uncomfortable.
Thelma brought out a tray ofglasses filled with ice and a pitcher of tea with thin lemon slices floating in it.
"I hope you like lemon, Mr. Doyle." Thelma said.
"Yes." Mitchell answered. He gave Thelma a twenty. "Keep the change."
"You bet." Thelma headed towards the cash register.
"Thelma, no..." Melanie started.
Thelma opened the cash register and screamed.
"Thelma! What is it?!" Melanie got up to see what was the matter. Mitchell followed suit.
"Crickets!" Thelma let out a deep sigh. "Pardon me while I fish out the one that jumped between my bosoms."
"How on earth did they get inside the register?" Melanie asked.
"I hope you ladies are not planning to tell me the crickets ate the rent." Mitchell suddenly felt relaxed enough to joke again. Thelma's scream had broken the ice.
"No, but I am going to Google to see what they eat and if they do eat cash, we'll be serving chocolate covered cricket topping on the tiramisu this summer." Thelma announced.
Thelma took the cricket from her bra and before she threw it out the door she told it, "I haven't been touched like that in years. Shame on you."
"Where did they come from?" Melanie asked.
"No one knows. It's just Hermosa Beach. There aren't any in Manhattan or Redondo Beach." Mitchell commented.
"Must be some sort of cricket convention. I'm going to the kitchen to see if the crickets have eaten our new cook." Thelma said as she left the room.
"By the way, Mr. Doyle, what brings you to the land of the crickets today?" Melanie asked with a twinkle of mischief in her bright blue eyes.
"Well, I was just passing through and I stopped by to see if that ex-husband of yours had burned the place down yet." Mitchell answered.
"I think you came here to see me." Melanie took a sip of tea.
"What a thing to say! You may be beautiful, sophisticated, humorous and intelligent, but you can't deny you have horrible taste in men."
"Speak of the devil! That's Scott Brenner's drunken silhoutte on the beach. I'd recognize Scottie's gait from any distance!" Melanie grew serious and covered her pearl necklace with her hand.
The Homage To Sir Alfred Hitchcock
Chapter One
THE GRAND REOPENING / July 3, 2013
It was the summer the crickets took over Hermosa Beach, California. The rumor was that the constant twittering of those crickets drove some people mad and made others completely disappear.
On the afternoon before the grand July 4th reopening of the best burger bistro on the strand, the sun was making the sea sparkle while the old sign that read: "BRENNER'S BURGERS" was being taken down. The building's owner, Mr. Mitchell Doyle, watched as a delicate new neon sign was being prepped to take its place.
Mr. Doyle wore a lighter, summer version of the charcoal grey pen striped suit that had become his trademark. He spotted Thelma Reynolds heading down the strand towards him at a very fast clip, considering that she was sixty four years old.
"Afternoon, Miss Reynolds. Runnin' from the law?" Mitchell Doyle tipped his hat.
"Was I going all that fast?" The years of smoking, hard liqour and shouting at cooks had given Thelma a bit of a frog voice.
"Any faster and I'd need a skateboard to keep up with you." Doyle teased.
"I was just trying to beat you to the door and lock you out before you could raise the rent again." Thelma quipped.
Mr. Doyle held the door open for Thelma and followed her into the bistro. The former Mrs. Brenner was seated at the bar with her back to them. She was lost in her paper work.
"Love what you've done with the place, Miss Hayworth." Mitchell Doyle announced.
"Oh!" Melanie Hayworth spun the barstool around so fast that she knocked over her iced tea.
"I'll get a towel!" Thelma rushed behind the counter.
"I didn't hear you come in." Melanie fingered her pearl necklace as she did when she was nervous.
"I'm very sorry." Mitchell was a bit startled as well. He had seen Melanie many times before and yet her beauty still overwhelmed him. Her slender legs dangled from the barstool. She had kicked off her pumps and was slipping back into them. She wore a white silk blouse and a sea green jacket and skirt. One strand of blonde hair had escaped her otherwise perfect French twist and was playing hard to catch in the afternoon sea breeze.
"There." Thelma handed the paperwork to Melanie. "I've rescued your papers." Thelma finished drying the bar.
"Allow me to buy you ladies a drink. It's the least I could do." Mitchell offered.
"I was having some sun tea. Do join us for a glass." Melanie offered.
"I will, but I insist on buying." Mitchell was still uncomfortable.
Thelma brought out a tray ofglasses filled with ice and a pitcher of tea with thin lemon slices floating in it.
"I hope you like lemon, Mr. Doyle." Thelma said.
"Yes." Mitchell answered. He gave Thelma a twenty. "Keep the change."
"You bet." Thelma headed towards the cash register.
"Thelma, no..." Melanie started.
Thelma opened the cash register and screamed.
"Thelma! What is it?!" Melanie got up to see what was the matter. Mitchell followed suit.
"Crickets!" Thelma let out a deep sigh. "Pardon me while I fish out the one that jumped between my bosoms."
"How on earth did they get inside the register?" Melanie asked.
"I hope you ladies are not planning to tell me the crickets ate the rent." Mitchell suddenly felt relaxed enough to joke again. Thelma's scream had broken the ice.
"No, but I am going to Google to see what they eat and if they do eat cash, we'll be serving chocolate covered cricket topping on the tiramisu this summer." Thelma announced.
Thelma took the cricket from her bra and before she threw it out the door she told it, "I haven't been touched like that in years. Shame on you."
"Where did they come from?" Melanie asked.
"No one knows. It's just Hermosa Beach. There aren't any in Manhattan or Redondo Beach." Mitchell commented.
"Must be some sort of cricket convention. I'm going to the kitchen to see if the crickets have eaten our new cook." Thelma said as she left the room.
"By the way, Mr. Doyle, what brings you to the land of the crickets today?" Melanie asked with a twinkle of mischief in her bright blue eyes.
"Well, I was just passing through and I stopped by to see if that ex-husband of yours had burned the place down yet." Mitchell answered.
"I think you came here to see me." Melanie took a sip of tea.
"What a thing to say! You may be beautiful, sophisticated, humorous and intelligent, but you can't deny you have horrible taste in men."
"Speak of the devil! That's Scott Brenner's drunken silhoutte on the beach. I'd recognize Scottie's gait from any distance!" Melanie grew serious and covered her pearl necklace with her hand.
~ To Be Continued ~
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