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~ By . . . "YOU"
Does he get the girl? Does she happily-ever after the guy? Do they live? Do they die? Will the audience know why? Or time after time will they try and get by?
*AT THE BIJOU* is poking the mind's eye of all great writers to show their druthers ~ to tell how it coulda, woulda, shoulda been told . . . the way you'd like to see another potential meaning to the screening. Be creative . . . wax eloquent or flash bold. ~ Choose a movie. Give us your druthers, will'ya?
WHICH MOVIE
DO YOU DRUTHER
AN ALTERNATE POSSIBLE ENDING TO BE?
Write it!
Send it: AT THE BIJOU
"Movies!" ~ Absolutely*Kate
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LET'S SEE ANOTHER POSSIBLE WAY
A MOVIE ENDING could Druther to BE.
A MOVIE ENDING could Druther to BE.
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set up a brief setup into your scene,
then share your druthers with another way
a possible ending could glean . . .
a possible ending could glean . . .
WE'LL SCREEN
"DRUTHER ENDINGS"
ON WINTER TUESDAYS
"DRUTHER ENDINGS"
ON WINTER TUESDAYS
*AT THE BIJOU*
~ Absolutely*Kate
and our fine staff of renown
Hey Har ~ You wanna hear how I think Butch and Sundance
survived all odds? Huh? They did. I'm real darn sure of it.
Hey Har ~ You wanna hear how I think Butch and Sundance
survived all odds? Huh? They did. I'm real darn sure of it.
16 comments:
You mean like the alternate ending for The Bridges Of Madison County where Meryl Streep is blown to smithereens in a covered bridge explosion meant for Clint who is secretly an international hit man who has hung up his guns and is just trying to leave his violent ways behind but now must hunt down and kill every one of those sickening bitches from Sex In The City, Steel Magnolias & Fried Green Tomatos? You mean like that?
CROWD PAUSES WHILE HARRY IS TIED TO A RAILROAD TRACK AND DUDLEY DO-RIGHT JUST STANDS BY.
WOMEN CHEER . . .
HOPIN' THE TRAIN HAS BEEN TARGETED BY BUTCH & SUNDANCE SO THAT THERE INDEED IS . . . ENOUGH DYNAMITE.
{sfx: massive multitudes of womanly knowing giggles and guffaws}
Harry - I love your alt ending! I think I've seen the alternative ending to Fried Green Tomatoes too - the one where Kathy Bates chokes on a chicken bone from KFC and Jessica Tandy finds her bloated body slumped over the wheel of her car, then suffers her own fatal seizure trying to haul her fat ass from behind the steering wheel.
The movie lasts fifteen minutes and all the men go home happy.
Hahahaha, K*G & K.M. you both funny!
I'll have to think of a good movie, this could be fun!
You mean like Daniel Day Lewis dies in the fall at the beginning of There Will Be Blood, and they just roll end credits there?
Because that would have substantially improved the plot.
But JOHN! You'd miss the bowling alley scene ... it took me a long time to wait for time to transpire there.
KEVIN ~ You're chauvinistic side is showing ... Just imagine if you and Harry pulled off a dramatic cinematic male male duo-ship? Hmmm, just imagine the testosterone level pulling a Tim the Toolman atmosphere: "More Power!"
You mean like where Daniel Day Lewis gets shot by an arrow in The Last of the Mohicans so that he never overacts again and his last shining ouevre in My Left Foot is what we remember him by?
You mean where Doctor Zhivago and his lovely Lara get caught in the big ice castle by the not-so-happy doctor’s wife who is so hot under the collar with anger, she’s numb to the frigid cold? You mean where, instead of writing poems to Lara in that icebox living room, atop that ice-block table, with frostbitten fingers poking out of torn woolen gloves, Dr. Zhivago gets zhivogged like a watermelon? Is that what you mean? And Lara is puffing out white vapor, but not for long, because Antonia is by no means done hacking away with that Russian scimitar her daddy hid in the closet so the Bolsheviks wouldn’t find it and haul it away? Lara tries to escape but slips on the hard ice floor. Each attempt at standing sends her skittering across the ice while Antonia sings “Somewhere, My Love” and the geyser of blood pumping out of Yuri’s chest is painting the ice red. At a distance Lenin is having a senile moment, Stalin is hot to Trotsky, and Yuri’s patients are waiting on line outside his office in Yuriatin for their flu shots. You mean where the movie ends with a guy who looks like Zhivago is on a bus and he’s watching a woman on the sidewalk who looks like Lara and both get heart attacks and drop dead when the bus crashes into a long breadline? And all the credits are in Russian and rushing very quickly off the screen?
Oh SAL -- Stalin is hot to Trotsky? And the Russian credits go rushin' and zhivagoing is an art form with you wordsmithering as cool as ice castles of royal promise?
Yeah, I kinda mean something like that. So -- you up for writing one to show as a DRUTHER ENDING feature ... AT THE BIJOU?
You're having fun aren't you Sal Frostbite?
And oh OH GITA ~ with your sideswingin' charm into how characters feel they should do their own left foot softshoe . . . beyond where you're cliffjumpin' the Mohicans . . . we can't wait to see what flick YOU could make more slick.
Yeah, that's what we mean.
So will'ya, huh ... will'ya?
~ anticipatory,
~ AT THE BIJOU crew
We just watched Pillars of the Earth in it's entireity. I didn't like it when Tom The Builder was killed. Although that's what changed the rest of the movie. I really would have loved to see him throughout the movie. ARE YOU LISTENING KEN FOLLETT?
Oh my goodness gracious...so much violence! My sense and sensibilities are screaming censorship!
How 'bout when Thelma and Louise drive off the cliff and their car lands on a lower plateau that levels out and they drive off into the desert while the police cars speed off the edge and crash and burn in a great big heap? Go Thelma! Go Louise! Oh, and of course, the young Brad Pitt re-appears in the desert wearing just his jeans--his left thumb stuck in the belt loop and his right thumb out toward the road waiting for his ride. Gotta add a little sex to all that violence, no?
I'm getting the hang of this. I can picture Benjamin on the balcony in the church, up against the glass screaming "Mrs. Robinson!" And Ann Bancroft turns around, sees him and goes running up the aisle towards the doors screaming, "Benjamin, I love you, Benjamin!"
Okay. I'm done. Promise.
"Plastics" Susan . . . your future is in plastics ... Lovin' your endings and feelin' the pain of Shoogs and Lady J. They just don't make 'em like when my Mom watched Doris Day flicks and confided during a particularly precipitous Rock Hudson commercial, "I watch these kind of movies because they'll always have a happy ending."
Yep. Franny knew.
And that's true about Thelma and Louise. They kept goin'and headed to LA for California dreaming. McGuinn and McGuire just got higher. And Kevin and Harry threw green tomatoes and fried their chances at impressin' the babes.
Meanwhile Sal iced all deals he was hyping his Russian into and Gita? Well, she's still starring in her own movie shows - there's always a car and some colourful characters and I think a crossover from the Scruggs family from Sheriff Andy's district.
Right?
WAIT! Daniel Day Lewis just entered the building that Elvis left and has a mean look in his eye on the hunt for Gita and Wiswell. Wonder if they'll scamper to freedom. He looked really pissed . . .
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