CONFESSIONS OF A GENIUS SCRIPT READER

CONFESSIONS OF A GENIUS SCRIPT READER

According to Quentin Tarantino, if a rookie screenwriter wants to get their script read by the right people in Hollywood they must first find a way to bypass the script readers. In the director’s eyes, a reader will never recommend you since they’re frustrated writers themselves and don’t want anyone else to succeed. Tarantino was killing me softly with his advice, telling my whole life, with his words, killing me softly. Yes, I do read scripts on occasion for extra cash and I’m also currently writing a script that I know everyone will hate and that I’ll never finish anyway. However, I assure you that we readers have nothing but respect for the show-offs who actually complete a script. It’s more accurate to say that we’re hoping your script is very, very, very bad.
You see, in the world of a script reader, the only thing worse than a bad script is a good script. If by some miracle I get a dreaded “quality” script then I have to go and explain exactly why it’s good and be all celebratory and nurturing and sincere. What a pain in the ass. A script reader’s job is supposed to be simple; you must reassure the client that the huge pile of scripts on his desk is pure trash and not worth considering. It’s just so cushy to coast on the tsunami of Final Draft excrement that flows my way. Unfortunately, we’re not allowed to go all Mystery Science Theatre and have a party trashing people’s work with our scathing comments. You have no idea how hard it is not to shatter these authors’ self-esteem and steal their happiness with my judgments. Believe me, when faced with scripts the likes of Topless Video: The Movie (I kid you not) you too will go Tourettes-y in a flash. We readers must create an endless catalog of euphemisms for In the name of all that’s good and true, burn it now, before it spreads! Alas, the nastiest comment I can get away with is a “The story lacks freshness”, or a “Doesn’t have the depth to fully explore the issues that it raises.”
Most people can’t write. Alas, it’s not my place to say such things or to decide what the public wants. After all, there seems to be a sizeable army of loonies who, after a long day of cackling in the street have managed to scrape together some complete sentences on their Apple II’s and, more incredibly, were able to dump their psychotic manifesto on a movie exec’s desk. To them I say congrats (and, no I don’t have any spare change), but when it comes to this grade of screenplay, one should interpret the list of “attached stars” on the cover page rather as a directory of people the author will systematically stalk and kill if no one returns his calls.
I’m not sure why Tarantino assigns us bottom feeders so much power. I assure you that nobody is listening to our advice. Some scripts will be made no matter what you say and no matter if the public will hate it or not. I learned this lesson the hard way when Kings Ransom, a disaster that the New York Times dubbed the “equivalent of trampled chewing gum on a subway platform,” was dumped into theatres. Out of the forty one reviews that rottentomatoes.com collected for Kings Ransom, exactly 0% of them were positive. You’d think that since I had the pleasure of reading Ransom in its larval stages, I could have somehow helped to destroy it. Alas, this Anthony Anderson/Jay Mohr vehicle was allowed to metastasize and mutate to full fruition. I thought I had made my position clear to the client about this project, starting off my comments with, “The less said about this one, the better.” I’m thinking the client took this as a call to action; a sign to stop talking and start shooting, post haste! Nowadays, while roaming the Blockbuster aisles (after I’ve depleted my Netflix supply, of course), I’ll be strolling the comedy section and kapow! There’s Kings Ransom, laughing at me and taunting me from the dust covered bottom shelf. “Here I am, dipshit!” the box says, “whaddaya gonna do about it? Ooh, do I lack freshness? I’m real scared. Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!”
Alright, so I’m well aware the job I’m doing could be done by any unpaid intern. However, I’d like to think I know what I’m talking about. I went to film school, ok? Need I say more? I think I just might know a little bit more about movies than Mr. and Mrs. Joe Stupid-ass out there. FYI: I make four to five grand a year doing this shit. You ever made that much scratch in such a miniscule period of time? Didn’t think so. So sit back and be schooled. Thanks to reading hundreds of examples of what not to do, I now know exactly how not to write a movie. And hey, isn’t that almost as good as knowing how to write one? In my book* it is. It’s high time I use my negative writing powers for the benefit of mankind. Allow me to steer you past the typical rookie mistakes that make readers like myself hate your script.

* also unfinished.
THE GOLDEN DONT’S

1. Voiceovers, Flashbacks and fourth wall breakin’: Don’t You Dare!

If you’re a beginning screenwriter looking to kick-start your saga with some empty gimmickry, your desperate mind will immediately run to old Auntie Flashback and Uncle Voiceover for help. Don’t do it. If you think you can use these shaky devices in a fresh and new way you’re wrong.

A flashback can be a dangerous thing in the hands of an amateur and unless you’re writing Memento II: Assignment Miami Beach, it’s a good idea to steer clear of them. Beginners love to send readers on a purposeless trek back and forth in time without contemplating the benefits or what the point is. All script readers suffer from
chronic chronological whiplash because of these jokers. The worst offenders spend so much time in the past that the “present” becomes but a vague and distant concept that wecan never really grasp. Films like Memento and Pulp Fiction are guilty of convincing no-
talent writers that the “present” is strictly squaresville. Perhaps I’m old-fashioned but I sort of dig the present; it’s where I spend a good hundred percent of my time. To quote Mr. Jesus Jones; right here, right now, there is no other place I’d like to be.

Voiceovers: nobody likes ‘em (see Bladerunner). In documentaries the voiceover can be a powerful tool (see Grizzly Man), but there’s something about fiction films that render VO’s unnecessary. A movie isn’t a book on tape with visual aid. If a few short lines of dialogue or a telling silent moment can speak volumes, why would an audience benefit from being told anything?
Newbies also love to break the fourth wall. These fools must think they have super strength. “Hulk smash fourth wall! Aaargh! Hulk need to address audience for lighthearted and wacky fun! Hulk’s rom-com is effervescent and delightful! Aargh!” Unfortunately, once you have a character address the camera you are essentially saying that your movie takes place in a magical fantasy land where anyone can talk to a theatre full of people from another dimension whenever one feels the need to vent. What’s worse is that many writers use the fourth wall break only a handful of times only to drop it early on as if the main character eventually grew tired of sharing. For the safety and comfort of your characters as well as our own, I’m going to have to ask you to keep everybody behind the wall. Maybe it’s me, but when big stars look directly into my eyes I feel violated, like they’re stealing my soul on top of the $6.50 I just paid for popcorn.
I’m sure that anyone can site instances where these gimmicks were used wisely, but why not err on the side of caution? You already have so many factors stacked against you, such as your inability to write. Why make it harder on yourself?

2. Swearing

Sometimes a script isn’t so much a screenplay, per se, as an excuse for the writer to use swear-words in really clever ways, i.e., “Halleh-fuckin-luyah!” Many writers specialize in crafting unique combinations of swears and/or inventing new ones like fucknuts, a recently discovered gem. Modern cuss artists are way too concerned with swearing and overestimate its importance as a communication tool. Sometimes their scripts even feature mini-discussions about swearing. My favorite example:

MAN #1
(insulting MAN #2)
Mother fuckin’ faggot!

MAN #2
Isn’t that a contradiction?

Touché. I love swearing, I assure you, but at a certain point, repeating the f-word isn’t writing, just swearing. After all, how many times can one say fucknuts before it loses all meaning? Either you tell it like it is, or you wax scatological to no purpose. My advice to all up-and-coming swear-ologists; get thee to a Spencer’s Gifts, grab a super-size box of dirty word fridge magnets and go ape shit. I mean, go crazy.

3. Thesaurus Abuse

Some writers work hard on maintaining a rich and varied vocabulary palette from which to paint their story. Mixing things up word wise is certainly a good thing– for a book report or a term paper on Micronesia. Thesaurus-toting writers don’t understand how movies operate or where a film’s power comes from. With movies, however, an audience couldn’t care less if a character is articulate or the least bit intelligent. Your dialogue need not be eloquent, unique or even interesting. What matters is the psychological makeup of the character saying the words, as well as the circumstances in which he’s saying them. “Please pass the butter”, might be a dull phrase but if someone says it while wrapped in a straight jacket and writhing around in a padded cell, then maybe we’ll listen.
Thesaurus addicted writers never bother to visualize their characters saying their precious dialogue out loud, in a big screen context. Perhaps they subconsciously already know what we know; that their movie isn’t going to make it to the big screen, little screen, or even one of them crappy one inchers seen in the stands at football games. Or maybe they assume the Deniro’s, Pacino’s and Streep’s of the world will be chomping at the bit to bring their unspeakable dialogue to life. It would be the ultimate challenge for even the most seasoned of thespian. Alas, not even Deniro could make pulchritude or implacable sound cool.
If you must choose an alternative word, pick one that human beings have actually uttered within the last few hundred years. I always see fossilized words imbedded in dialogue that seem to have come directly from my 11th grade English class vocabulary list. Words like pneumatic, for example, which one particular author chose to repeat twice in the span of a page. I believe it was used thusly: “Oh, that’s so pneumatic, dude!”, and, “Way to be pneumatic, asswipe!”
Throw your thesaurus away. You have nothing to lose but your pneumatic, pulchritudinous manacles! Remember; the better it looks on paper, the worse it’s going to sound on film. How’s that for an unwinnable situation? Take that, Iraq!

4. Names and Titles

What’s in a name? A whole lotta nuthin. Let me list a few characters I’ve had the pleasure of meeting lately; Dusken, Melvah, Floridia, and Frederix. Pleased to meet you all; what ultra-pretentious planet do you hail from? Rule of thumb, if a particular character’s name can’t be found in a 50,000 Baby Names book, the writer has sadly succumbed to the name game, in which names of characters tend to have incongruous syllables forced together like Farken, Morfblatt and Gotvill. This name obsession is what ruined Fight Club for me. Tyler Durden? Yeah, right. A name-crazy author wastes precious hours that could have been spent writing on creating cool and subtly meaningful names. In doing so they clearly blow their, as the French say, “creative wad.”
The name-obsessed writer always makes sure we notice his naming skills by having someone in the script call attention to it. In a screenplay we’ll call Landfill, I came across a cop character named Captain Morgan. GET IT?!?! LIKE THE RUM?!?!?! For a second it seemed the author just might have the good taste to leave this “joke” alone. Unfortunately, our leading man, Bobby, did not.

BOBBY (V.O.)
(RE: the Captain)
I held back on the spicy rum jokes.

Damnit! We were almost in the clear! The awesome names just keep on coming.

SULTRY VOICE (on phone)
My name’s Bambi Gamble.

BOBBY
That’s an interesting name.

Here we see the author congratulating himself on yet another kick-ass name. It takes the razor-sharp Bobby eighty pages to bring up the last name of his love interest.

BOBBY (to Felicia)
What kind of a name is Quattlebaum?

Is it Jewish? How quirky and hilarious!
As long as we’re talking about names let’s open our no-no parameters to include cutesy movie titles that seek to capitalize on a lead character’s stupid name. Of course Good Will Hunting is a top offender and Affleck and Damon are damned lucky anyone bothered to read past the title page. John Singleton’s Poetic Justice might be the worst title of all time. To start with, Janet Jackson’s character is named Justice, which is clearly unforgivable. But guess what? She’s a frickin’ poet too! What about Jason’s Lyric, that other dud from the early 90’s African American film explosion? In case you don’t remember, there’s a guy named Jason and a girl named Lyric in it. Bet you didn’t know Jason wants Lyric all to his own. And what about Grosse Pointe Blank? John Cusack plays Martin Blank, a hitman who went to high school at Grosse Pointe. Why didn’t they call it Grosse Pointe hit man Blanke class reunion typical Cusack looks like it might be a cool movie but really isn’t? It could have joined Looking for Comedy in the Muslim World and Who is killing the Great Chef’s of Europe? in the Awkwardly Long Title Hall of Fame.
This just in: a future inductee– Lucky Number Slevin. I bet there’s a guy named Slevin in it and some gambling.

6. Soundtrack Advice

Just as a script can deteriorate into a swearing dictionary it can also morph into a playlist of songs currently cramming up the author’s IPOD mommy got him for graduation. If the author is suggesting certain tunes at certain intervals throughout his script, we have gone in the wrong direction once again. For example:

EXT. CEMETERY – CONTINUOUS
Durden’s coffin is lowered into the ground as Poison’s Every Rose Has its Thorn gives the scene a sad, introspective mood.

INT. MOVIE THEATRE – WEEKS LATER
Frederix and Melissfah lean in for a passionate kiss. Lionel Richie’s Dancing on the Ceiling takes them to a higher romantic plane.

INT. KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS
Mr. Morfblatt lifts the toilet lid and unzips his pants as Cutting Crew’s, I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight wraps him and us in a soft ethereal blanky.

Just like books on tape with pictures, mix tapes with big screen visual accompaniment don’t make film producers drool with excitement. Producers will also not be willing to pay the ridiculous licensing fees for your kick-ass music wish list. However, if you’re Zack Braff and you get the green light for your upper middle class, 20-something white male project, you can literally have people in your movie telling you:

“You gotta hear this one song, it’ll change your life I promise you.”
-Natalie Portman to Zach Braff in Garden State

Here, Portman is really speaking for Braff the writer, who wants to share his incredible taste in music with us. So, in a sense, Braff is asking himself, “Hey! What music do I like?”, and answering with, “I’m so happy you asked. The Shins.” This is sort of embarrassing. Why should we take music suggestions from a guy under thirty whose taste swings the gamut from Colin Hay to Simon and Garfunkel? Gee, you think Braff likes Elliott Smith and Badly Drawn Boy too?

7. Men Writing Women

To be fair, most no-talent writers aren’t sexually, emotionally or even plain ol’ regular retarded. The problem is that their scripts often tell a different story, revealing ugly unconscious desires and hang-ups that they probably didn’t want exposed. This is especially true of male writers who, left to their own devices, often unwittingly create an elaborate patriarchal fantasy world that they themselves rule with an iron penis. Finally they can do with womankind what they’ve always wanted to do. It must be said that even in so-called “quality pictures” you’ll find that the women characters are only there to be humped. If only pumpkins or bottles of Jergens could talk, eh fellas?
The male psyche is a terrible place to visit and we readers must make this journey regularly. I recently read a comedy script in which a group of guys go to Japan to teach English and end up starting a gigolo service where Japanese women pay to perform oral sex on the male prostitutes. Let me repeat that; the ladies would pay the guys to stand there and get blown. Hmmm…might the author have a schlong? In another script a woman confesses she had to “rub one out” in order to be calm enough for sex later. Is this Girlz Gone Wild? More like Girlz Gone Boyz.
Guys, if you’ve never had contact with the opposite sex you are hereby not allowed to put words or anything else for that matter in their mouths. You gotta write what you know and you know nothing, therefore I implore you to stick to these genres:

1. Sci-Fi (as in a movie set on a planet where all women have been eradicated).
2. Military Sagas
3. Prison Dramas

You say you haven’t been to jail or to the frontlines? Hang out with your asshole friends for afternoon and record it. Your script is almost complete. If you insist on coming up with women characters then at least rent some Catherine Keener movies and get your mind blown. Listen, buddy, I’m on your side. I just don’t want you to let all our secrets out. Guy code, dude.
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There you have it. Steer clear of these no-no’s and you can rest easy knowing your script will be thrown in the dumpster based strictly on premise, content and profit potential alone. Wait, I take that back– far be it from me to discourage you. Just look to the legend of Kings Ransom when you’re feeling low, for us readers are powerless to stop your train wreck. Keep on chuggin’ down the line.




Posted on June 26, 2006 in Features by
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4 Comments on "CONFESSIONS OF A GENIUS SCRIPT READER"

  1. Rick Gertsen on Fri, 11th Feb 2011 12:41 pm 

    I just deleted my entire hard drive, threw away my Chris Soth and David Trottier material. Next will be a short scene. My obit.

    Thanks for straighting me out and my wife would like to thank you also for the policy money she’ll get upon my exit.

    A robbery gone bad, me lying on the floor with a .38 through and through in my no talent head. Your the best.

    No talent man!


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  2. Daniel Kirwan on Fri, 23rd Sep 2011 4:16 pm 

    Oh no! Don’t tell me Dave Trottier is a no go! I read his bible and James Rusell’s How to Market Your Screenplay. You opened my eyes. What do you recommend for literature? I’m very new at this.

    Thanks


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  3. Nick on Tue, 19th Jun 2012 12:10 am 

    You said Alas 3 times in your opening. You also should just give it up.


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  4. Drew on Wed, 17th Oct 2012 9:25 pm 

    Nick destroyed your opening and quite possibly your life.

    Also, “Tyler Durden, OMG” and I scroll down to see your name is ALLAN HEIFETZ!

    I actually did grab my spouse and we certainly continued to laugh for several wondrous moments, which we will never forget.

    Sincerely,
    Thank you.

    Tell me what is wrong with Tyler Durden? I mean, I don’t even really care. It’s not a big deal to me. I don’t really feel the need to defend it, but it’s perfectly fine with me.

    What an odd example. Out of all of the choices you had…

    I would love to hear about what movies you dislike and why.

    Did you like Prometheus? I bet you did. A lot.


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