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You Think You're John F***ing Lennon
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Topic Started: Jul 14 2017, 10:10 PM (87 Views)
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HollywoodBlonde
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Jul 14 2017, 10:10 PM
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Wearing a white leather jacket with an old-school Magnum TA shirt underneath and a pair of jean shorts is Myles Lowery. His long blonde locks wiping in the wind of a Huntington Beach pier, Lowery is mucking about with a Handi-cam perched on a tripod, Jake Gyllenhall in "Nightcrawler" style. Satisfied, he steps back from the Handi-Cam and talks directly into it.
Lowery: You have to make sure the lighting is right, ya'know? Sets the ambiance.
Flicking his hair out of his face, Lowery takes a breath before looking around a bit to ensure he's not going to get interrupted.
Lowery: So here's the deal; my name is Myles Lowery. You may know me from such wonderful direct-to-DVD classics such as Boone The Bounty Hunter, Backwoods Murder Trailer 1 & 3, and Derrière Man, the story of a lovable proctologist by day who turns into a crime-fighting superhero at night. I wrote and my father directed all of that junk, but the chances are you haven't seen them. Most notably, you'd probably know me as the Max Lands-"Wrestling-Isn't-Wrestling" look-alike whose currently dominating your internet machines. That out of the way, I can safely assume you are either a) the PRW veteran, b) the plucky upstart trying to make a name for himself in PRW or c) the viewer tasked with viewing all of this.
That, friends, would be called the "Exposition" if this was a Creative Writing class.
Nonchalantly, Myles shrugs and tugs at his jacket a bit, jittery as if he had one too many shots of espresso. He thumbs his nose and sniffs a bit before franticly continuing.
Lowery: And I mean, let's talk about it. If you are a fan of this so-called wrestling business, you know that the only real show in town is PRW. So you spend your time watching a bunch of guys with either no time in the business come out and tell you how they're going to really try and "break down barriers"...or you've listened to one too many veteran speak about trying to make one last run, chasing glory or legacy while showing you the broken husk of a man who has gone through some shit. I mean it's made to be filmed, it's made to be recorded. It can be captivating, but it's all a plot line and bullshit. Worse yet, some of these dudes are so "method"? They believe the crap they're slinging on a promo segment.
If you're keeping track, we've just reached the "Rising Action".
Myles taps his fingers on his lips almost pragmatically and he continues, eyes darting around to catch the seagull landing on the railing, or the birds flying overhead.
Lowery: Like from a cinematic standpoint? It's brilliant. You can't write some of the crap these guys are saying because it's so damn outlandish and some damn ridiculous that it makes the stuff I've written look like Casablanca. And the best part is these guys truly believe in it! They truly believe in all these virtues and in their legacy and in this spirit of competition and what not, as if they hadn't watched "The Wrestler" and seen Randy The Ram die in a ring, or even worse? Watched "Wrestling With Shadows" and seen how much of a dumbass Bret Hart looked like.
Still, you have a bunch of guys in PRW who will scream louder than fiction, who will get down on their knees, and they'll tear open their hearts and open up emotionally so you can love them and fill the void in their lives; opening up so you can love them like a recovering crack addict, so that you can love them and their "disease". Hell, if I had a camera, I'd film it and send it to Sundance. These guys will lick the hands that feed them and bite the same blade that cuts them for just a second of adulation and acclaim. Approval is the drug here, folks.
Lowery chuckles, fixing his jacket collar.
Lowery: It's all wonderfully moving and beautiful, and the stuff that Hollywood would pop a stiffy for. And it's what'll make beautiful footage for what will be my finest piece of work yet; a documentary on the trials and tribulations of the PRW superstar as he is faced with his own mortality in the face of some punk filmmaker who just might be way fucking better than them at not only being creative, but at turning a Wristlock too.
And that? That would be your wonderful "Crescendo".
Lowery taps the front lens of the Handi-Cam and starts talking with his hands, talking fluidly, moving quickly.
Lowery: The "Falling Action" of course, is going to be every time I poke holes in the narrative of all the upstarts that are hellbent on making it, sending them on a detour of challenges and soul-searching by handing them loss after loss. The "Falling Action" will come in taking every veteran who is working toward defining his legacy and rendering it meaningless in a matter of minutes when I drop their ass and capture their soul-searching live on camera for the world to see.
Lowery leans in a little closer to the camera and looks at it wide-eyed.
Lowery: This will be my "Citizen Kane". I will film the average PRW wrestler and I will showcase in living color their abject and absolute failure when faced with reality. I will show you the emotional undercurrent of men revealing themselves to be former relics of themselves. I will show you men so enamored with stardom that they chase it despite the fact they don't have the talent or merit to be successful. I will show you all the dream...and then I will film and showcase how I make it all come crashing down for these individuals. This will be my Magnus Opus, and this will be my present for "Young Hollywood".
I'll take your PRW superstar, I'll take all his prayers, his hopes, his aspirations and his wishes for his career...and then I'll spit in his folded hands when his praying bites the dust.
And that'll make for one hell of a documentary.
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