You may have read my previous article, “How To Not Write a Screenplay ( if not, read here
For which I made quite possibly the worst piece or writing I have ever, in my entire life came up with. This is the fixed version. How I personally would have actually written it. Still not on the level of Quentin Tarantino, or Steve Zaillian, or whoever you consider a great screenwriter, but it’s still gold compared to that last trash.
PS, WordPress has certain limitations as of how exactly you can structure your articles, so the spacing is a little off.
INT. DINING ROOM – NIGHT
Standing in the doorway is NICK ( mid-40s ) is a large, muscular man with long, dark hair. He’s dressed fancy like, except the Indiana Jones style fedora resting on his head.
He sits down on a chair. After pouring himself a nice helping of expensive champaige, he digs into his meal of pork, potatoes and brocolli.
Do you realize what you started?
Nick pulls out a colt 45. Finger on the trigger.
Woah. Slow down there ol’ friend. Lemme’ explain.NICK
Nick’s eyes fall heavy. He slowly drifts away into sleep. Falling headfirst into his food.
( End scene )
I think we can all agree, that even though this wasn’t exactly great either, it was miles better than that literal intentional garbage I created. If you’d like to see more versions of this, please leave a comment below.