Austin Lugo
Make good art.
A film is nothing more than a series of moments. It is not a day in the life, but rather a seemingly random conglomeration of specific visions. This is the mastery of Krzystztof Kieslow...
FADE IN: EXT. TRAIN STATION - DAY FREEMAN, a young, burly man, stands at a station, suitcase in hand, looking over a letter. Next to him huff two men, carrying one casket after another, stacking th...
FADE IN: INT. SCENE 1 Sylvia turns on the gas. ABBY You'll work yourself to death, you will. SYLVIA If not to death, then what? ABBY Think of Freida and Nicholous. SYLVIA What else can a mother do?...
FADE IN: EXT. TRAIN STATION - DAY Abandoned by dilapidated strands of meager light, a woman named JUNE stands encumbered by time and rotting wood. Steam erodes the acrid air like rust upon metal, d...
FADE IN: EXT. BEACH - NIGHT Amidst crashing waves, sea stained iron, stands a woman, ZOLA, soaking wet, disheveled, standing in the ocean. The woman reaches into torn pockets, withdraws stones, and...
Both cheer and joy are but horned alpacas, Mighty and fierce and fake and false and frauds. Do it yourself go getters, I'll-pack-a Sawed off shotgun but forget the tent rods.
True to form, Shakespeare, ends his play A Midsummer Night's Dream in an anticlimactic fashion. The lovers, the romantics, the lords and ladies, all come together, ready to be married, with nothing...
Upon the car there laid a pond of blood. A baby struck, a opossum, hell's infant. Split. Splat. Splintered. Cracked. A crimson flood. A skull the shape of dancing elephants.
A two reel projector, Shattered, ignited. A classroom giggling, cackling, crimpling wrappers, smoke spiraling, suffocating. Coughing, choking, breathing, not breathing. A whisp of wind regurgitatin...
There once was sand upon the sea which did Not sink below the waves. Under the east, between the stream, the gulf consumed a kid of sand. A boy, a girl, a thing, a beast.
The fever never had a chance. Foretold, The witch once said, with fur for eyes and twigs For hands. A mutiny of pocks bore hold. Weasels whimper, wallow, smoking limp cigs.
I once believed the day would come when stars And lights would fade enough to end the end. But oh what fools were we when we with jars Of sympathy believed the lies that fend.
Festered in the rearview mirror of a crumbled interior, I fumble my way out of a coiled vehicle. Ma sprawled across tattered faux leather. Pa mangled in rusted iron. My sister, tucked between three...
FADE IN: EXT. COTTON FIELDS - NIGHT Coughing, choking, moaning. Blood splattered across virgin cotton. Two figures go tumbling. One on top, then the other. Screeching, crashing, tearing of fabric. ...
FADE IN: {I gave up everything for you} EXT. ROAD - DAY Bitter rays of tired sun pierce through dirtied windows, cascading upon tiny figures moving in the distance. Closer, reveal a man and wife, h...
FADE IN: EXT. FIELD - NIGHT A young man, MEL, wakes up in a field. He climbs to his feet and turns with the sound of screeching wheels. Two men, dressed in white, approach, one of the men playing w...
FADE IN: EXT. FOREST - DAY A babbling brook. Guttural mutterings. A middle aged man, FIN, cradles cool water between ravaged hands, sipping voraciously. A snap. A crackle. Fin searches the forest: ...
FADE IN: INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT Worn thin by neither years nor worries, but joy only, a middle aged woman, LILLY, ambles about a long corridor, replacing one book after another. Lilly whistles as she...
FADE IN: EXT. FIELD - NIGHT A trepidatious fog pirouette across a barren horizon, snow covered crops writhing below an unconcious woman, ZOLA. Zola comes to, shivers, stands, steps, curses. An ankl...
FADE IN: EXT. DESERT - DAY Pounding, piercing, pushing, shoving. Metal, iron, clinging, clanging. Sweat trickles off the brows of shirtless men, grunting, groaing, heavily heaving. Before them, bey...
FADE IN: EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - NIGHT Snippets of false luminescence pirouette across a ragged horizon, scalping the skull of a lethargic young woman, PENNY, trudging her way across a long highway. Ca...
FADE IN: INT. CATHEDRAL - NIGHT Rancid shadows quiver in putrid obscurity, concurrently begot and begone by a throbbing, thrashing lamplight, silhouetting a rotting figure: Jesus Christ. Amongst...
FADE IN EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT Beaten, bloodied, and broken, exhaustion overcomes euphoria. LAMAR, a boy no more, cowers in pale blue moonlight, whimpering at the sight of self-induced madness. A trai...
FADE IN: EXT. FIELD - DAY Throwing, heaving, pushing, tepid shadows scatter foreign soil with naive ineptitude, clawing weary slough with futile discomfort. Wiping heavy brows, looking all around, ...
FADE IN: INT. HALL - DAY The sweet symphony of sound reverberates across a long, narrow hall, echoing beyond the sour serenity of silence. EDWIN, a boy barely 20, stands, entrapped by these narrow ...
FADE IN: EXT. FIELD - NIGHT Faded light stutters as sullen figures lull, incarcerating looming shadows in mocking doom. Smiling, crying, twisted in agony, a man, barely a man, cringes at the end of...
FADE IN: EXT. WOODS - NIGHT Feverish insects resound hesitant calls as a trio of men are joined by a fourth, nodding hesitant heads in solemn recognition. From left to right, the men stand as PREW,...
FADE IN: EXT. FIELD - NIGHT Tepid is the snow which gathers upon the earth, chomping at the feet of a hostile foe. Churning, shuffling, wobbling, a man of weary age wavers at the edge of an impover...
FADE IN: EXT. TRAIN STATION PLATFORM - NIGHT Dilapidated light laboriously strains in a putrid enviorment, encumbered by a queer, suffocating darkness. Amongst bleakness and death stands a woman of...
FADE IN: INT. BUNKER - DAY Scattered rays of putrid light pirouette across a ragged horizon, alighting a trench filthy and rotten. Amongst blood and grime stirs a BOY of 16, awakened by the jolt of...
