John Oak Dalton

"Not 'Hollywood Independent' - writer John Oak Dalton is the real Real Thing." --Cinema Minima."Very weird and unpopular b-movies and comics."--Blogalicious. "After watching the film I am left to wonder if he had some childhood trauma he is not telling us about."--IMDB user review. "Screenwriter John Oak Dalton wanted to be in Hollywood. Instead, he's in the rustic kitchen above the Germania General Store, stirring a pot of boiling hot dogs." --The Harrisburg Patriot-News.

Tuesday, December 16, 2003

Fox on the Run

Old age creeps up on you slowly...one day the barber is shaving your earlobes, then you find a white nose hair, then somebody at work says "you could play Santa!" during the Christmas carry-in, and you realize that maybe you are old and fat enough to play Santa.

Merry Christmas, everybody!

Speaking of seasonal horror, here's a bit more from PETER ROTTENTAIL:

CUT TO:
EXT. GRANDMA'S HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
Feature an extreme close-up of Peter turning the tiny metal handle on a tin jack-in-the-box. It PLAYS a strange tune.
CUT TO:
INT. GRANDMA'S HOUSE (LIVING ROOM) -- CONTINUOUS
James picks up the faint, haunting melody. He follows it over to a window.
JAMES
Is that music? Lenny, do you hear that?
Lenny just SNORTS in his drunken stupor.
James moves towards the door.
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EXT. GRANDMA'S HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
Peter abruptly stops turning the little toy and starts hopping away.
James emerges on the porch and starts looking around.
JAMES
Hello? Is anyone there?
James takes a few tentative steps out into the yard.
His foot brushes against the jack-in-the-box. He reaches down to pick it up, then scrutinizes it closely.
Instinctively, James begins to turn the little crank.
The music LURCHES to life.
Suddenly, an ugly Jack pops up, scaring James.
He scans the area again.
Peter disappears in the darkness behind the garage.
James notices something out of the corner of his eye.
JAMES (CONT'D)
Who's there?
James slowly sets the box down in the grass and begins creeping down the side of the house.
As he inches his head around the corner, Lenny suddenly appears behind him, scaring James.
JAMES (CONT'D)
Damn, you scared the shit out of me!
LENNY
If you were going to go on a Peeping Tom mission, you shoulda woke me up!
JAMES
I wasn't peeping in anyone's windows!
Lenny scratches himself.
LENNY
Ah, there's mostly old people around here anyway...I heard.
JAMES
I heard some weird music, and came out to find a jack-in-the-box in the yard.
Lenny looks around.
LENNY
What did you do with it?
James looks around himself.
JAMES
I...thought...
LENNY
Let's call it a night, dream date.
James trails off. Then he follows his cousin back into the house.

Give me a yell at johnoakdalton@hotmail.com.