Hello again and welcome to the second improv class on hubski. Today we're going to be doing another game which is a bit like innuendo, but we're going to have more players per suggestion.
The game is "Movie Producers" and is a (heavily) modified version of a game lil and I had a conversation about.
Ready to play? Here are the rules:
Suggestion: A made up movie title. The best movie titles are the ones which can help the viewers relate to the movie. I won't go into detail here because I don't want to sway people from coming up with their own. The only rule is, if it is a real movie title, but pretty much not well known, it's fair game.
Players: There will be 3 players to a thread (If three people have already replied, please refrain from replying!) You are going to play the part of the movie producer. You just got this great title from some hotshot script writer, but no script! 3 of you will create Act 1, Act 2 and Act 3 of the movie!
Feel free to be as terse or verbose as you'd like, but if someone posts before you, you've missed your opportunity!
Okay these usually go best with an example:
Suggestion: The Green Green Grass
Player 1:
ACT ONE:
Open on a large field, we see rolling hills and a bright sun coming up kissing the morning dew.
Player 2:
ACT TWO:
Suddenly, a long haired hippy walks over the hill carrying a large bong. The bong is large the hippy must drag it across the field. Suddenly the land owner appears and begins to chase the hippy with large pitchfork.
Player 3:
ACT THREE (Final Act):
The land owner finally catches the hippy. After the land owner and the hippy fight for a full scene. They notice something peculiar, both are wearing a pin above their left lapel. Surprisingly, they find that they are both part of the same cult, and that their fight was actually justification for them to be executed. Realizing this, they begin to run away together, back into "The Green Green Grass".
What will we learn?
One great thing about this exercise is that it helps develop an ENDING. If you've ever watched Saturday Night Live, Mad TV, SCTV, Kids In the Hall or the numerous other sketch shows, you'll notice that the strongest sketches usually have the strongest endings. Endings are HARD to come up with. Really hard. Doing this exercise can help develop that collaboratively.
With that, please refrain from discussing in this thread (its more fun if it's not derailed) and use the discussion thread instead which is here: https://hubski.com/pub?id=164737
Open on a man sitting on a couch in a waiting room. The sign on the door next to him says "Time Reversal." A women in a white coat enters the room, "Mr. humanodon?" She calls. He straightens up at the sound of his name, squeezes the hand of the girl next to him and says, "well, here goes nothing."
Act Two -- a tightening sensation -- the smell of brimstone -- a kaleidoscope, a tunnel -- his head hurts -- Open on a man sitting on a couch in a waiting room. The sign on the door next to him says "Time Reversal." A woman in a white coat enters the room. "Mr. humanodon?" she calls. He straightens up at the sound of his name, fingers the cold, once-worn wedding ring in his shirt pocket and says, "Well, here goes nothing."
Act Three The woman in the white coat leads him to the door. "Step inside" she says casually. He enters the room and the door slams behind him with no prompt. He sees the same room he just left, the same couch, the same light, the same stale coffee... The same girl. He shrugs and takes his seat, occupies his time by rolling the wedding ring between his fingers. A women in a white coat enters the room, "Mr. humanodon?" She calls. He straightens up at the sound of his name, squeezes the hand of the girl next to him and says, "well, here goes nothing."
ACT TWO: Her hair was dark and luxurious, her bosum ample, her figure svelte in a tight military uniform. She entered the cafe and sat across from him, looking directly into his eyes. "So," she said. "I am answering your personal ad in Das Reich. However, if anyone asks, we will say we met . . . another way."
ACT THREE: He looks at her. Looks away. They have an awkward cup of coffee. He says nothing to her the whole time. Her face as they leave: Let's not meet again. Later, he would write paragraphs about his love for her. Declare death on anyone who looked at her with an admiring glance. Plan to kidnap her and jump off a bridge into the Danube. Instead, he would move to Vienna.
ACT ONE Open at the top of a giant sequoia. Genevieve has climbed up and made a treehouse. She is pregnant and wants to give birth in the tree.
But EVIL JOHNNY TREECUTTER and his merry band of BULLDOZING CORPORATE PIGS have other ideas. They need this giant sequoia for a SATANIC RITUAL involving CAPITALISM.
BUT WAIT! Satanic Rituals have been patented by Zynga! Evil Johnny Treecutter quietly embezzles cash from the retirement funds of middle class families families, and uses the money to enlist the unstoppable power of Elon Musk, in the fight against corporate patent monopolies. With a swift wave of Elon's gorgeous jawline, the lawsuit is dropped, and the Bulldozing Corporate Pigs happily strike down the tree and murder Genevieve.