It looks like I'll be off to Microcinemafest 2004 this summer in beautiful Rapid City, South Dakota, and be involved in some yet-undisclosed capacity. I'm looking forward to it.
Today a bit I wrote about the Florida Film Festival appeared over at MicroCinemaScene if you want to check that out as well. I'm going to have a bunch of reviews popping up there in the next few weeks.
I've been a bit lazy about posting my script for the b-fantasy shoestring epic RING OF THE SORCERESS with all of the other excitement going on, so here's some of it today:
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EXT. WOODS -- LATER
Peryl and Shadow are striding side by side. Suddenly, Shadow's attention is drawn by something off in the woods.
He draws his blade, but after a moment Peryl stays his arm.
Peryl has spotted the tattered cloak of the seer, shuffling away between the trees.
PERYL
Wait. I know that man. A seer. Perhaps he can tell us what happened at the abbey.
Peryl runs toward the man, who is still shuffling at the same pace.
PERYL (CONT'D)
SEER!
Peryl grasps his shoulder and spins him around; then her face registers shock.
Blood is running down his chin, as he tries to mouth words from the black maw where his tongue used to be.
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INT. CASTLE EBON (THRONE ROOM) -- LATER
Boris limps through the large stone hall hung with tapestries, looking for the queen. He rounds a corner and bumps into DESMOND KIER, a foppish aide in silk splendor.
BORIS
Where is the queen?
DESMOND
She's not to be disturbed.
Boris grabs up a handful of silky tunic and juts out his jaw.
BORIS
Where?
Give me a yell at johnoakdalton@hotmail.com.
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