I sat down the other night to write a finally write a treatment for my animated short: Annabelle’s Bistro
. There was a Woot-Off
going on while I was writing it and I ended up buying a Roomba. (That is a story for a different time perhaps.)
Anyway, 3 beers and 3 1/2 painful hours later I ended up with a treatment that was 3 pages long. Much longer than a treatment for a three minute short needs to be, yet not quite detailed enough to be what I would consider a script. So I have a hybrid here which I call a Scriptment. (Not a term of my own invention. James Cameron
gets to claim that prize.)
I actually don’t think a full script will be necessary now. This is detailed enough that I can probably take this and go right to storyboards. And considering that dialogue is rather light, a full script probably wouldn’t do me much more good than this does anyway.
So feel free to read the first page of my Scriptment! I am going to keep the other 2 pages to myself because I am not sure I want to give out spoilers just yet. Enjoy!
Treatment by: Matt Forcum
5-8-08 revised: 5-20-08
EXT. SMALL FRENCH BISTRO
It is a crisp spring day. A warm sun shines down brightly on a small town in southern France. The town is awake and full of life. Windows are open and soft music fills the air. Birds chirp as they pass overhead and butterflies can be seen visiting small flower boxes.
A man sits alone in front of a small bistro reading a newspaper and enjoying a fine glass of wine. He is thin and smartly dressed wearing a nice brown suit. A handkerchief is carefully folded and placed neatly in his breast pocket. He is relaxed and there is a smile on his face, yet his heavy eyes are tired from stress. He is enjoying the calm, fresh air and the quiet afternoon. Clearly he would rather be left alone.
Sitting at another table just behind the Man is an Old Woman. She has a small birdcage containing a little red bird placed on the table in front of her. She is smiling and talking quietly to the bird as she carefully sips soup from a bowl placed in-between the two of them.
Abruptly, an overweight waiter bursts through the front door of the restaurant carrying a plate with a sandwich and a glass of wine. The waiter walks to the Man’s table and places the food down in front of him. The Man, delighted to see his food has arrived, folds his paper carefully and tucks a napkin into his collar.
“Will there be anything else sir?” The waiter asks politely. The man waves his hand in dismissal, and the waiter bows slightly and walks away.
As the waiter opens the front door of the restaurant to walk back inside, a small, purple basset hound pushes her way past the waiter and runs out the door in the direction of the man.
Lifting the glass of wine from the table, the man brings it to his nose. He inhales the sweet aroma then prepares to take a drink. Just as the glass touches his lips, a small “Bark! Bark!” startles him and he looks down to find the basset at his feet wagging her tail and staring up at him with a big, happy grin on her face. He smiles, pats the dog lightly on the head, and gently nudges her away…
p.s. For more info on Annabelle's Bistro,
please visit my site at HouseofMove.com