A lot of people seem to be coming here looking for that guy, but my middle name is Michael and I am not making a movie about Manny Pacquiao.
where my last film “The Picnic” is also screening. I approve of this film festival and hereby repost their laurel-leaf gif:
This is the end of the movie. I clipped it out because, looking back with the perspective of a year, I am pretty proud of it. Of course there are a million things that could have been done better, but still, I think it works.
And we are moving forward with casting, fundraising, and pre-production. Very exciting!
Screening time(s) TBA, but the festival is July 22, 2011 to July 31, 2011 in NYC.
“All Earthly Constraints”
Short screenplay (29pp) by Ryan M. Moore.
WGAw registered #1483396
See below for synopsis.
Emily is a struggling screenwriter who works in an ice cream shop (but don’t call her “struggling!”). Emma, the lead character in Emily’s screenplay, is a struggling screenwriter who works in a coffee shop. But Emma is also secretly “Emmageddon” – a superheroine who brings down doom upon her enemies with the razor-sharp wit and impeccable manners of a Jane Austen heroine. (And the whole thing takes place in outer space, on an asteroid hurtling towards the Earth.) It’s not a comedy.
Emily’s writers group thinks her script is self-indulgent and masturbatory. Except for Dylan. Dylan likes the script. Dylan likes Emily. Darius, Emily’s boss at the ice cream shop, doesn’t like Emily. She’s always late, she has an attitude, and also her screenplay “Emmageddon” is a revelation of Darius’s real, actual plot to use an asteroid-mounted mind-erase ray to destroy the ambitions of all struggling artist-types everywhere, and rid the world forever of the plague of unrealistic artistic aspiration. Darius wishes they could all just accept it and be happy at their day jobs. He’s a humanitarian, really.
But Emily and Dylan disagree. So does Emily’s alter-ego, Emmageddon (she keeps the suit in her closet). And so they must confront Darius to once and for all decide the fate of all struggling artists everywhere (but don’t call them “struggling!”). And they must confront him with the razor-sharp wit and impeccable manners of Jane Austen heroines, in outer space, on an asteroid hurtling towards the Earth!