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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CONTINUED
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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