This is a piece to do full face and full speed. Spittle should fly and the words should be guzzled and gagged upon.
Images (if there are any) should be spattered on the screen. I'm thinking of filming it with as many cameras as poss - some fixed, some handheld - and as many sound recordings as poss too. Each take should be one shot. A few takes should suffice. Then build the piece on computer.
Editing
alt 1:
For editing I want a store of a billion images. Then maybe just throw them onto, around, and behind the shot.
alt 2:
Use the fastest take available.
alt 3:
Multi layer the takes. Lots of visual & sonic overlapping.
alt 4:
Overlayed/mixed with an old silent movie i.e. the Forbes Robertson Hamlet (circa?). Doesn't have to be that film - any late 1800s-early 1900s silent would do.
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The shooting script
Black screen. Sounds of a large room with people in it, waiting, mumbling, smoking shuffling. No words are distinguishable. Words appear on the black screen.
'A Note on The Wound'.
The black screen is a title board being held up by someone in the room. The camera shooting the screen is handheld. The camera follows the title board as it's holder props it against a wall in the room. Many camera's and recording equipment, and people are hanging about in the room. Walls bare. A man enters accompanied by two people. As they enter one touches him as if to usher him to a chair. The touch disturbs him.
He sits. He seems to gather himself, then speaks. This is a one shot scene, though many cameras are shooting.
The mistake they make, most of them, is to attempt to determine and calculate, with the finest instruments, the source of the wound.
They seek out the gaps between the apparent and the void that hinges upon it with all due tautness. They turn to the wound with deference, a lance, and a needle and thread.
At the entrance of the lance the gap widens. At the use of needle and thread the wound coagulates and atrophies in their hands.
He writes of the open wound and, through him, we know it open and know it closed. We tell when it ceases to beat and tell it at its highest peak of fever.
In attempting to approach his work in its entirety, you are called upon to grapple with a perspective in which the horizon alternately collapses and re-forms behind you, in which the mind is subject to an intense diversity of atmospheric.
Once the investigation has begun, however, there is no other way but to him.
One discovers a long corridor of postures; fluid and hardened at the quick; gross and godlike; putrescent and copulative; raddled; attentive; crippled and gargantuan; crumbling with the dropsy; heavy with elephantiasis; broody with government; severe; fanatical; paralytic; voluptuous; impassive; musclebound; lissom; virginal; unwashed; bewildered; humpbacked; icy and statuesque. All are contained in the wound which he does not attempt to sew up or re-shape, whose pain he does not attempt to eradicate. He amputates, deadens, aggravates at will, within the limits of a particular piece, but he will not pronounce judgement or cure. Such comment as there is is so variously split up between characters and so contradictory in itself that no central point of opinion or inclining can be determined.
He himself is trapped in his own particular order, and is unable to go out at a distance to regulate and forestall abortion or lapses in vraisemblance. He can only rely on a 'few well chosen words' to. bring him through any doubtful patch.
He belongs, of course, ultimately, to a secret society, a conspiracy, of which there is only one member: himself. In that sense, and in a number of others too, he is a malefactor; a lunatic; a deserter, a conscientious objector; a guttersnipe; a social menace and an Anti-Christ.
He is also a beggar; a road-sweeper; a tinker; a hashish-drinker; a leper; a chicken-fancier; a paper-seller; a male nurse; a sun-worshipper and a gibbering idiot.
He is no less a traffic policeman; a rowing blue; a rear-gunner; a chartered accountant; a best man; a bus-conductor; a paid guide; a marriage-guidance counsellor; a churchgoer; a stage carpenter; an umpire; an acrobat and a clerk of the court.
His tongue is guttural, Arabic, pepperish, composed, parsimonious, voluminous, rabid, diarrhoeic, transparent, laundered, dainty, mellifluous, consonantal, stammering, scabrous, naked, blade-edged, one-legged, piercing, hushed, clinical, dumb, convulsed, lewd, vicious, voracious, inane, Tibetan, monosyllabic, epileptic, raucous, ministerial, sudden, Sudanese, palpitating, thunderous, earthy, whimsical, acrimonious, wintry, malicious, fearsome, blighted, blistered, mouldy, tantalizing, juicy, innocent, lordly, gluttonous, irreverent, blasphemous, avaricious, autumnal, blasted, ecstatic, necromantic, gentle, venomous, somnambulistic, monotonous, uproarious, feverish, austere, demented, deathly, fractious, obsessed, ironic, palsied, morbid, sanctimonious, sacrilegious, calm, cunning, cannibalistic and authoritative.
He moves through all with a vehement and flexible control. He turns and bites his own tail. He defecates on his own carpet. He repeats the Bible sideways. He disdains the communication cord and the life-belt. He scratches his head with an iceberg. But the fabric never breaks. The tightrope is never at less than an even stretch. He aborts, he meanders, he loses his track, he overshoots his mark, he, drops his glasses, he meets himself coming back, he digresses, he calumniates, he alters direction, he sinks in at the knees, he rolls over like a log, he forgets the drift, he drops someone flat, he exaggerates, oversimplifies, disrupts, falsifies, evades the issue, is carried home drunk; he dawdles, he dwindles, he trips over his own feet, he runs away with himself, he implicates others, he misses the point, he ends up at the same place, he falls back on geometry, he cheats, he squanders, he leaves it at that; he gets in his own way, he burns his fingers, he turns turtle, he stews in his own juice, he loses all hands; suffers fire, arsony, rape, loot, ravage, fraud, bondage, murder, interference, snobbery, lice, jealousy, snakebites, damp beds, falling arches, jugglery, quackery, mastoids, bunions, hailstones, bladder trouble, fainting fits, eye-strain, morning sickness, heat, dirt, riot, plague, suicide. He suffers, commits and survives them all.
The fabric never breaks. The wound is open. The wound is peopled..
He is crying, or may be. The two who accompanied him in move gently to him. He stands and leaves. Nobody leaves with him. The screen fades veerry slowly to black. Words appear:
'A Note on Shakespeare' was written in 1950 by a 19 year old called Harold Pinter.To black for 9 seconds. Roll credits.