A futuristic movie set in 2046, 30 years after Donald Trump was elected president. America is the most peaceful, prosperous nation on Earth. All the liberals have finally been peacefully converted to conservatism / libertarianism through logic and reasoning. All the hardworking folks who were once poor now have comfortable middle class lives. All the most hopeless and useless poor have been allowed to die off in a dignified manner. There is no racism or sexism. The free market is self-regulating and near-perfect equilibrium has been achieved. Everybody has guns but (almost) nobody needs to use them because there is (almost) no crime.
The Great Wall of Trump, completed 20 years ago, has just been fortified to be even more magnificent. A 2nd Great Wall was erected across the Canadian border 15 years ago because they turned into a shithole thanks to Trudeau and his refugees.
The middle east meanwhile is a war-torn wasteland ruled by ISIS, our troops and drones having been completely pulled out by 2019. The caliphate has been established and sharia law reigns. Western Europe has fallen to them. The US forged an alliance with Russia and the Visegrad countries to keep ISIS at bay.
There is however an uneasy truce between them and us because they have nukes, we have nukes and both our militaries have grown more powerful over time (ours in an "impenetrable defensive" position).... and then shit hits the fan (somebody blows somebody up, we dont know who). Also, a dumbass liberal tries to stir shit up.
You're hired.[Arnie voice] "What do you take me for? A sucker?"
Title: Call of the Rim
Synopsis: A handsome, successful young man seems to have it all. But he hides a dark secret. He is addicted to analingus. Follow his descent into depravity, insanity and ultimately... redemption (albeit not a pretty one). A film both hyperrealistic and surrealistic, featuring intense sex scenes and a psychedelic dream sequence of endless puckering and gaping buttholes.
Starring: Leo diCaprio, Jennifer Lawrence, Alicia Vikander, a whole bunch of eastern european prostitutes, Morgan Freeman as the wise bartender and Ken Jeong as the buddy/pimp.
Directed by Martin Scorsese, Produced by Steven Spielberg, Special Effects by Industrial Light and Magic.
Theme song by Adele: "Flick of the Tongue"
there's a film i've worked on in my head for a long time. it's about a protagonist who remembers suffering a traumatic experience and has become obsessed with trying to prove that it's a real memory, despite a lack of evidence. the character would be possessed of this nagging need to somehow explain or resolve this consuming memory, clinging to dubious scraps of evidence, at the detriment of his personal life - with compassionate friends/family members trying to intervene or help him rationalise etc, realistic and sad conversations, no forced melodrama. the perspective would be subjective and unreliable, but i'd try to avoid relying on the usual gimmicks of portraying delusion - i'd probably make it very difficult to see the lines between what's real and what isn't throughout, and manipulate the viewer into several subtle changes in perspective along the way. i have plenty of ideas about how to kinda formally represent the character's state of mind and to provide insights into memory and trauma and perception and various existential shit.
the movie that most resembles something like this on a basic level, that i've seen, is sean penn's THE PLEDGE, for some reason. i had this idea before i saw that, following a dream i had myself, and i spent the whole thing simultaneously really liking it and thinking of so many ways i could make it better. i suppose KEANE would also be relevant although i'd want this to be less like schizophrenic dardennes (if you like raw, agonised movies watch that shit immediately btw) and more of a detail-oriented, dreamy slow burn that feels like it's going in circles. it's hard to describe my desired aesthetic but for some reason PRIMER seems an appropriate reference point - this sun-bleached, displaced kind of feeling where nothing's quite right and you can't put a finger on why, probably with the occasional gentle badalamenti-lite ambient score (but mostly silence). the dreaminess has to be so subtle and off-hand that it just creeps into the mood, and i don't want it to noticably build or reach any kind of cathartic climax - at most, there might be some kind of (anti)-climactic perceived near miss, with the character remaining no more informed than he was at the beginning, and no less obsessed either. i imagine the final shot would be from the character's perspective as he stares vacantly at a piece of something he still believes to be evidence, flapping gently in the breeze while the credits roll silently.
no idea about any of your more pragmatic questions, which is why i will never create anything in my entire life lol
I would make some kind of present-day pulp fantasy thing. It would take place in and around the badlands of US or maybe Australia or somewhere else with some fitting harsh terrain. It'd be about the re-emergence of magic in the present day and involve evil wizards and manly heroes riding motorcycles through the desert swinging swords and the soundtrack would be full of stuff like Manilla Road and Brocas Helm and also it would be released exclusively on VHS and I haven't worked out all the details yet but just give me the money this stuff basically writes itself.
I mostly fantasize about making tv shows or animes, though. I have the perfect Gantz adaptation all planned out in my head.