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  • “How To Establish the Dramatic Premise of your Screenplay and Beyond”

    by Donald L. Vasicek

    So, you began your screenplay with a visual metaphor. You’ve
    introduced your main character, the setting, the time, the theme, and
    you’re introducing other major and periphery characters. You’re
    getting to like your story pretty well, when all of sudden you hit a
    block. What is your story about?

    This question is asked many times over each day in the film business.
    So, you’d better be prepared for it. Your story is about a character
    who reacts to something that causes him (I’m using the male gender
    because I honestly don’t know what is correct when writing articles.
    Someone please tell me how to deal with this so I can be
    grammatically and politically correct.) to begin acting instead of
    reacting to what is going on around him. The first step in your main
    character’s transformation (you’d better have one if you want to sell
    and get your screenplays produced)is when he reacts to the
    introduction of the dramatic premise. Until this time in your
    screenplay, you should have established your main character who
    should be in a setting and time interacting with other characters who
    should all be showing (I emphasize “showing” instead of “telling”
    since all great writing “shows” instead of “tells”) different aspects
    of your theme. You should have established all of these elements by
    about page 10 of your screenplay.

    On or about page 10 in your screenplay, you show something that
    occurs that is out of context of what you have set up so far. This
    turning point in your screenplay is when you have your main character
    react to something that establishes the dramatic premise of your
    screenplay. This dramatic premise will be the plot of your
    screenplay. Something happens to your main character that begins his
    transformation arc because he is forced to react to something he has
    been avoiding, but he must react to it until he overcomes it, or it
    his life will never change for the better.

    In the $56 million MGM screenplay I was a writer/consultant for,
    “Warriors of Virtue”, Ryan, the main character is shown in school,
    with his friends, with his family and how he reacts to these people
    and this setting. Problem is, Ryan wears a leg brace, a defect in his
    leg he inherited with birth. Kids push him around. He can’t play on
    the football team. He argues with his parents. His dog barks at him.

    He has a lot of problems until he’s challenged to leap over this

    rushing water to show other kids that he’s not a wimp. Then,
    his real problems begin.He leaps and falls into the water. He is
    swept into an alternate universe where he has to change or he’ll
    never be able to return to his home. The evil Komodo and his army,
    a village of “people” and five Kung Fu Kangaroos who need his
    help stand in his way. This is where his transformation arc begins.
    This is where the dramatic premise for the movie is established. From
    From this point on, Ryan begins to change, and to never be the same again.

    This alternate universe (no different than what your main character
    should be experiencing at this point in your screenplay)”attacks” Ryan.
    He survives the plunge, but now he’s being threatened by the evil
    Komodo’s soldiers in a forest. When some Kung Fu kangaroos rescue him, he
    begins to see that someone cares about him, and he doesn’t even know
    why. And miraculously, he discovers that his leg is healed.

    Fearful of the village, which is made up of a loving community of people,
    at about page 45, Ryan foreshadows he is going to be at the end of the
    movie. He meets a girl, Princess Anne and he isn’t afraid of her. At midpoint, the village
    is attacked by Komodo and his soldiers. Though fighting valiantly, the Kung
    Fu Kangaroos are outnumbered. They manage to drive the invaders
    away, but, they know, that unless they come up with some kind of
    miraculous idea, Komodo is going to take over the village and kill
    everyone. And now, Ryan has a stake in the outcome. Where before, he
    cared little about himself, now, he not only cares about himself, but he
    cares about Princess Anne as well. But, Komodo has kidnapped her to hold her for ransom
    in order to force the village leaders to give in to his demands and give up
    the village (Komodo desires the village because of its love and its peace
    because this kind of behavior terrorizes him).

    At about page 75, Ryan tells the village leaders and the Kangaroos that
    he believes he can talk Komodo in releasing Princess Anne. Interested,
    he tells them how.

    At about page 90, Ryan, under the protection of the hidden Kangaroos,
    Ryan confronts Komodo about releasing Princess Anne. Komodo, struck by Ryan’s
    audacity, challenges him to a duel with swords. Only Komodo knows his soldiers
    are near to back him up, but unaware of the hidden Kung Fu Kangaroos.

    Komodo, by far the superior warrior to Ryan, is about to take Ryan’s head with
    his sword, when some of the soldiers show their faces. At that point, the Kangaroos
    show themselves. An all out battle ensues.

    Ryan races to rescue Princess Anne. The battle is so fierce, the out-numbered Kangaroos,
    are exhausted and about ready to admit defeat, when Ryan, grabs a sword and disarms
    Komodo. The Kangaroos take over and defeat Komodo’s soldiers. Ryan rescues Princess
    Anne and saves the village.

    In the closing scene, the village priest creates a mystical and spiritual avenue for Ryan
    to travel so that he can return to his parents and other life. After a tearful goodbye to
    everyone, Ryan leaves.

    Upon his return to the town where he lives, his parents, friends, and the kids in school,
    see that his leg is healed, and so is Ryan. Even his dog accepts him.

    So, you need to take your character on a journey, by establishing the dramatic premise,
    then roughly timing turning points in the story and in your main character. Page 1, a visual
    metaphor that defines the theme of the story. Page 3, a line of dialogue, or an action
    that directly pinpoints the theme of your story. About Page 10, establish the dramatic
    premise. At about Page 30, something extraordinary should happen that spins your
    character and story around 360 degrees and sends it off in another direction. At
    about page 45, foreshadow how your main character is going to be at the end of
    your story. Just a small action, something your character does to reveal this, like when
    Ryan meets Princess Anne and he is unfraid of her. From this point forward, you must
    have your main character creating all of the action. In other words, he/she must be
    pro-active in all events. At about Page 60, midpoint, you must show that about all is lost
    for your main character regardless of the new strength he/she is showing. By about Page 75,
    have your main character change the way he/she is trying to accomplish his/her goal. At
    about Page 90 of your screenplay, your main character should have a direct confrontation
    with the villain (villain represents evil in fiction) or antagonist (doesn’t necessarily
    represent evil so much as representing the opposing force to your main character’s goal).
    This confrontation results in your main character winning and sets up how the story
    is going to end. For the next several pages, your story should build to a climax where
    your main character goes nose-to-nose with the villain or antagonist. Here, your
    main character should have an epiphany. For Ryan, it was his discovery that he
    must overcome Komodo in order return home to his family and friends. It is here where
    your main character’s fatal flaw (the flaw that has caused your main character to
    pursue a solution to it because it is more overpowering than any other flaw)comes to
    the surface and must be overcome by your main character. With Ryan, it was his fear,
    and he overcomes it.

    After the climax, wrap up all loose ends and end the screenplay as soon as possible.

    And there you have it. Nine easy to steps to writing a screenplay.

  • “What is Your Concept of Love?”

    by
    Donald L. Vasicek
    Writer/Filmmaker/Consultant
    Olympus Films+, LLC
    http://michaelc.nextmp.net/wordpress
    dvasicek@earthlink.net

    "Unconditional Love is Universally Paramount."
    “Unconditional Love is Universally Paramount.”

    From where did all of that stuff about love come?
    The newspaper? Television? All media?
    The movies? A poem? A love story in
    book form? A love story in short story form?
    How your parents taught you about love, or
    were you socialized or conditioned about
    what love is? Your minister? Your priest?
    Your friend? Perhaps the governor of your
    state?

    You get the point. Love comes from a host
    of sources that make us what we are with
    respect to love. Where love gets in the
    way and causes pain, our emotional
    intelligence also becomes involved.

    Emotional intelligence? Yes, emotional
    intelligence. Emotional intelligence
    parallels emotional maturity. Emotional
    maturity is how mature you act or
    react when it comes to love. What
    level of emotional intelligence/maturity
    do you have?

    Do you scream and holler at your loved one(s)
    when you can’t have your way with them?
    Do you stroke your lover’s face with the
    tips of your finger? How is it that you learned
    to make your life all about yourself when it
    comes to wanting to possess the one you
    love?

    Are you capable of letting go? Can you give
    up your workout so that you can watch the
    kids because your husband is going to a
    football game without thinking about yourself?

    Can you take care of the kids when your wife
    is going to a baby shower and your favorite
    game is on television with love, and not
    anger?

    Can you look into your lover’s eyes and see
    beyond the surface, see what is behind her/his
    eyes, what’s going on in there?

    How far will you go with love? What is love,
    to you? Sex? A deep, passionate kiss.
    A tap on the lips?

    A love song? When you tell someone you
    love them, what do you mean? What does
    love mean to you? Think it’s authentic?

    What is authentic love? Well, I’m jabbering
    here. My point is, by going to the trouble
    of learning all you can about love, you will
    develop your concept of love. If you already
    have a concept of love, you probably
    wouldn’t be reading this. Whatever the case
    may be, regardless of how long you have had
    your concept of love, or you are seeking
    your concept of love, you enhance your concept
    of love by learning everything about yourself
    and about love as you can. This approach to
    love develops a concept of love that will
    shelter and protect you if you lose the
    one you love because you will know what
    love is.

    Donald L. Vasicek
    Writer/Filmmaker?Consultant
    Olympus Films+, LLC
    http://michaelc.nextmp.net/wordpress
    dvasicek@earthlink.net

  • “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face”

    by
    Donald L. Vasicek
    First North American Serial Rights
    About 600 words

    Maybe it was the Mayan symbol for sun tatoo just down
    over your rounded, smooth shoulder. Or the sleeveless,
    flower print dress garnished with those white, little
    daisies against the background of the navy blue cloth, that sort of
    of clung on your hard body like a sack. I don’t know what
    caused it.

    I know I watched your breasts heaving against the
    flowers, behind the cloth each time you took a breath. I
    knew they were there.

    And as you talked, I watched your smooth lips, like
    quarters of fresh peach slices, cause some magic. Yes,
    it was magic that day.

    Up and until then, I always thought of you
    as sweet, young and in China. I wanted to help you like I
    do Panther now that the embolism took away most of his
    right hind leg.

    You know, sort of a be-there-all-the-time-guy to catch
    you when you fall, I guess. Who in the hell knows? Well,
    shit, I know and I’m bleeding to death because of it.

    I walk the halls of life like a paper cup blowing
    across a parking lot. First, I shoot off like a rocket.
    Then, I pause. I wait. I need an attack. And something
    comes along and pushes me so violently I zig zag and bump
    up and down.

    Then, just as brutally, I’m sucked up into this vacuum
    and whipped like cream. I fly from side-to-side and drift
    up into the air like God gave me a gentle shove. Finally, I
    flutter to the asphalt parking lot and a Humvee runs over
    me.

    Since that day I’ve been a stranger to myself.
    It was the words you spoke that day. It was how you
    spoke them. It was how you talked limitlessly, unguarded,
    secure, happy and confident in yourself. You burrowed into
    me with your shyness tapping your finger just above your
    mouth on the right side. Your words. Your unruffled face.
    The sparkle of your blue eyes against your pristine black,
    so black, wavy, soft hair, mauled me. And yet, your hair
    was sort of a rust color like Panther’s sheer black coat
    when a sliver of sun slices across him like it did to you
    across the table from me that day.

    It’s a dichotomy, you know. Faultless black with a
    wedge of rust in it. Nothing is perfect, or is it?
    It were as though I changed from one minute to
    the next that day. We met for lunch just like we had all
    those times before. To talk film. Books. To talk
    writing. Politics. Denver. Columbine. Jeff. Moving to
    LA. The Women In Film Group. Your dad. Your mom.
    Juney and Anthony. Baltimore. Your script.
    My script. My, my, my.

    And when you pushed the salad into your mouth, you
    know, the lettuce, the tomato, the cabbage, the sprouts,
    the sunflower seeds, the carrots, the cucumbers and the
    pinch of vinegar and oil, I watched you like I beheld THE
    CIDER HOUSE RULES. They sort of folded into each other and
    disappeared somewhere inside of you.

    It was like reading an Elmore Leonard novel. I couldn’t
    wait to get to the next word, the next sentence, the next
    paragraph, the next page, the next chapter and the end of
    the book. Even though I was working my ass off immersed in
    you without even realizing it, the essence of your being
    permeated my subconscious mind. It nailed the fortress of
    your sum and substance into me. I was hammered into a
    consciousness that twisted my life around like a corkscrew.

    Before that day, I perceived you as a sweet, young
    woman who was bright, worldly, naive about the film
    business and your heart, and attractive. I never gave one
    thought to loving you. Not one thought before that day.

    You were too genuinely nice to me. Too innocent-like. So,
    so delightful. You accepted me for who I was. A
    writer/filmmaker. Mostly positive, pleasant, but a pariah.

    A renegade. I spoke like one about how we treat animals
    and how we should treat animals. And about guns and
    Charlton Heston and how I wondered if I should send him a
    card of praise everytime someone was killed by a gun or
    when he read the BIBLE on PBS. Somehow, it reminded
    me when I first noticed that our town mayor was
    someone who murdered animals and he went to
    church every Sunday. How can that be?

    You laughed. Just laughed and looked into my eyes.

    I’m still not sure if you agreed or disagreed with me. The
    thing that probably riveted me to you more than anything
    else was how closely you and I were able to talk with each
    other. We were able to be our human selves.

    Isn’t that remarkable? It made me feel as though
    we were one. Since then, I haven’t been able to
    think about anything or anyone else except you.
    Well, maybe, except Panther and my writing.

    How can this be, darling? You’ve gone off with some
    handsome dude, a good guy, and I saw you being pregnant,
    and I didn’t even get to tell you that I love you.