lördag 13 februari 2016

Kanske börjar närma mig...

Ok... Jag tänker såhär. Min poäng är ju att bilden behövs och alla de andra estetiska ämnena också. Att texten, ordet inte räcker hela vägen. Så då har jag lite olika tankar. Den första som jag kom på var att jag har det klassiska introt till filmen 2001A Space Odyssey som spelas upp på en skärm och på en annan skärm bredvid så har man filmmanuset som spelas upp. Manusets text ligger lite fel men det går inte att ordna men ni fattar. Se nedan.




                                      2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY                    
                                     
                                              Screenplay 

                                                      by

                               Stanley Kubrick and Arthur C. Clark 

                                              Hawk Films Ltd.,              
                                              c/o. M-G-M Studios,           
                                              Boreham Wood,
                                              Herts.
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TITLE                                         PART I
                                              AFRICA
                                              3,000,000 YEARS AGO
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A1
VIEWS OF AFRICAN DRYLANDS - DROUGHT

The remorseless drought had lasted now for ten million years, and would not end for another million. The reign of the terrible lizards had long since passed, but here on the continent which would one day be known as Africa, the battle for survival had reached a new climax of ferocity, and the victor was not yet in sight. In this dry and barren land, only the small or the swift or the fierce could flourish, or even hope to exist. 

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A2
INT & EXT CAVES - MOONWATCHER 

The man-apes of the field had none of these attributes, and they were on the long, pathetic road to racial extinction. About twenty of them occupied a group of caves overlooking a small, parched valley, divided by a sluggish, brown stream. 

The tribe had always been hungry, and now it was starving. As the first dim glow of dawn creeps into the cave, Moonwatcher discovers that his father has died during the night. He did not know the Old One was his father, for such a relationship was beyond his understanding. but as he stands looking down at the emaciated body he feels something, something akin to sadness. Then he carries his dead father out of the cave, and leaves him for the hyenas. 

Among his kind, Moonwatcher is almost a giant. He is nearly five feet high, and though badly undernourished, weighs over a hundred pounds. His hairy, muscular body is quite man-like, and his head is already nearer man than ape. The forehead is low, and there are great ridges over the eye-sockets, yet he unmistakably holds in his genes the promise of humanity. As he looks out now upon the hostile world, there is already 

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something in his gaze beyond the grasp of any ape. In those dark, deep-set eyes is a dawning awareness-the first intimations of an intelligence which would not fulfill itself for another two million years. 

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EXT  THE STREAM - THE OTHERS 

As the dawn sky brightens, Moonwatcher and his tribe reach the shallow stream. 

The Others are already there. They were there on the other side every day - that did not make it any less annoying. 

There are eighteen of them, and it is impossible to distinguish them from the members of Moonwatcher's own tribe. As they see him coming, the Others begin to angrily dance and shriek on their side of the stream, and his own people reply In kind. 

The confrontation lasts a few minutes - then the display dies out as quickly as it has begun, and everyone drinks his fill of the muddy water. Honor has been satisfied - each group has staked its claim to its own territory.

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