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We follow a younger-ish wrestler trying to navigate his way through the territories during the mid/late 1970s-early 80s pro wrestling scene.
I remember in college for some creative writing class we had to come up with a movie idea. I came up with something that was like invasion of the body snatchers but with a psychological twist. A dude wakes up and everyone either wants to kill or capture him or they are deathly afraid of him. It has him questioning whether he is actually the bad guy and he did something awful that he can't remember or if everyone is going crazy around him.
Idk Caligula is one of these figures that got some aura about the character, but not much substance to work on... but he will fit more the one-movie format, that's trueMaybe another attempt at Caligula? staring Tom Hiddlestone? Shedog poll as to who plays Caesonia?
100 Years in the future: Mega-Corporations have taken over the world. The have more power and money than governments ever did. Scientists and theologians working for the largest and most powerful Mega-Corp make an incredible discovery - Heaven and Hell are real. And there are places on earth where Hell can be accessed.
Mega-Corps begin offering After Life Insurance. For a fee in the Billions, highly trained specialists - nicknamed the Real Hell's Angels - will descend into Hell itself and retrieve your Soul, which will then be placed in a clone body, gentically egineered to be physically perfect. You can commit every sin imaginable and never have to suffer the torments of the damned. Physical immortality - for a very high price.
For obvious reasons, the Mega Corps keep both the existance of Hell and After Life Insurance a very strictly guarded secret. The movie can thus focus on one or several story arcs that come from this basic concept.
- A rookie RHA on his first retrieval op.
- A dying veteran leading his team on one last operation. He knows that he'll soon be coming back to Hell for good...
- An ex-employee of the Mega Corp who is disgusted that Billionaires can buy their way out of paying for their sins, and is determined to expose the truth.
- A Real Hell's Angels team finds that their mission is being sabotaged. One by one they are picked off and killed. They must figure out who the traitor is before he kills them all.
- A team is sent to the deepest and worst part of Hell. No Soul has ever been retrieved from this deep. The fee is astronomical, the odds almost suicidal. And if they somehow manage to pull it off, they will bring back to life the greatest evil the world has ever known...
Idk Caligula is one of these figures that got some aura about the character, but not much substance to work on... but he will fit more the one-movie format, that's true
On other hand on Caesar you got one man that basically conquered the world on personal/militar/political level by himself, with tons of enemies opposing him since youth
imho craziest life ever lol
Great call. I feel like the pro wrestling lifestyle could really be mined for film or television narratives way more than it has been.
Hell do a movie following even just a month in the life of a pro wrestler and you’d have a ton of material to work with. One sequence showing the politics involved in the booking, another sequence traveling on the road late night between venues. Show the contrast between the craziness under the lights and the guy trying to maintain a somewhat normal home life when he’s with wife and kids before having to fly out and do it all over again.
You know what would be awesome, a cable miniseries on the Hart/hbk feud.
Hey, stop stealing my movie pitch!But anyway, I'd pitch a romantic drama about an asian manlet who hunts pigeons for subsistence. He one day enters a coffee shop where he locks eyes with the beautiful barista behind the counter...
Forgive me, Father, for I will sin. This is my last Confession...
Mike Karwoski was raised to believe in two things: God and America. For almost fifteen years, Mike served his country. First in the Rangers, then Delta Force and finally the CIA's Special Activities Division. He has fought in more battles than he can remember, killed more men - and women - than he can count. Sick of the slaughter, he left the CIA and embarked on a new challenge. He joined the Priesthood.
Now, as a newly ordained Priest, Mike takes Confession from a man he has never met before. A man who claims that his faith was shattered when God failed him in his darkest hour. A man who has decided to punish God Himself.
The stranger tells Mike that he has created the ultimate Islamic terrorist group. Trained by the best killers in the world, funded by a man who's fortune is counted in the Billions, this group will set off a nuclear weapon in Vatican City. On Easter Sunday. And claim it in the name of Islam. Tens of thousands will die in the blast. Millions could follow in the Holy War it will ignite between Catholics and Muslims.
The stranger then leaves the Confessional Booth, and tasers Mike when he tries to stop him. By the time Mike recovers, the stranger has disappeared.
Bound by the Seal of the Confessional, Mike can tell no one the greatest terror attack in history will soon take place. He must fall back on skills he learned in his previous life, skills he prayed he would never have to use again. He must hunt down the deadliest assassins the world has ever known. Or watch the Eternal City die...
I want to create an ubersnobby artsy film with an absurdly pretentious "statement".
The first ten minutes of the film is a girl talking to a cat in french for five minutes, asking it questions, like directions to a faraway city. Asking it which bus to take, how much is the fare, etc. with accentuated pauses between her questions as if she is earnestly waiting for answers.
Then there are some random clips smattered over each other-- 2 hands giving a perpetual handshake, an iguana clinging to a windy branch, the front of an abandoned building, etc. etc.
THEN (here's where the magic happens) suddenly the audience sees ITSELF in real time (although black and white) thru a cleverly positioned (straight opposite) surveillance camera. It's like this for the next 3 hours. Of course, most of the people will leave after a minute or five of this nonsense. And that's where the statement comes in. I then proclaim that most people who makeup the bulk of audiences "are boring people who are not interesting enough themselves- therefore, they are forced to leach off of media like parasites, they cannot create their own visions or answers" and I ignore how presumptuous and flawed this is. This is what makes me famous and gets me attention.
Also it will bring groups of hardcore hipsters and their friends to sit all 3 hours with their hands folded in their laps, signaling to themselves, each other, and everyone else that they ARE indeed the interesting ones who this critique does not apply to. They will return each week for at least a couple months. This will net me at least a few hundred thousand over cities across the world.
around 1992 i had the idea for a film where the viewer sympathizes with a serial killer
dexter got semi close to it many years later