I’ve been banging my head against the wall for the past week working on this short script ‘Love in the age of time travel’ for a friend of mine who is looking for a short film to produce.
It is a sci-fi romance about a time travelling dating agency ‘Everlasting’ who can help you out (for wholesale plus 30%) if your true love happens to be from another time.
Sounds like an easy enough premise to execute but I’m having trouble nailing the romance part of the sci-fi/ romance.
Chocolates! Wine! Poetry! All the traditional tricks used in the art of wooing seem so contrived. I tuned out Emily Dickenson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Lord Byron for the works of Chillean poet Pablo Neruda.
Here is one that made me laugh out loud.
Despite my lack of aptitude for penning romances, I did manage to finish a rough draft at 2am yesterday morning – thanks to Pablo and my favourite poet Glenn Richards (sigh – swoon). I have a bit of a weakness for song lyrics. I think it goes back to my musician hang up – guys just always look so much more attractive when they’re strumming a guitar and singing (on tune). I’m yet to read a poem that surpasses Glenn Richards’ ‘One Crowded Hour’ from Augie March.