Whoo! I had a doozie of a dream last night. In this movie, I was the co-star in a movie with Morgan Freeman. Apparently, he directed it and it was a remake of an existing movie and the critics panned it. I looked myself up in the imdb and most people rated my performance as average. Morgan, of course, was nominated for best supporting actor.
The movie was set in the recent past, in a small, rural farming community in a heavily wooded part of the country. The ways of the olde west still prevail here. Modernization, while present, is mostly neglected.
The movie opens with me walking into the community. I have my pack and am a bit in awe of this village. The buildings are all constructed out of wood and though they are large, they are dwarfed by the gigantic redwoods they are built into. There is one building that dwarfs the others. It is at leat 4 stories tall and 3 city blocks long.
As I walk into town, people take little notice of me. I enter the local tavern. It's half empty and the sun streams in through the dusty windows. Morgan Freemen stands behond the bar drying glasses.
"Hi, can I have a beer?"
He says, "We don't get too many travellers through here."
"Well, this is my last stop. I think I may be staying awhile. " I tell him.
"Even less people come here to make a home," he tells me.
"I'm looking for my mother." He freezes and his eyes search my face. His face grays and he quickly looks around to make sure no one can hear us.
"I know who are, Danny McCallister, and you best be keeping your mouth shut until we can talk in private. The nerve of you coming back here...."
He tells me to stash my stuff in the back room. And to put on an apron. It's a long shift and he had no help til now. It is very clear that I am not to tel anyone who I am. Just passing through. The bar quickly fills with men covered in dirt and sawdust. They drink and eat but no one seems to have fun. It's just routine.
Later that night, after everyone is gone, he sits me down at a table. My mother and I left for the city shortly after I was born. Her absense left a huge hole in this town. She was the light of the town. She wanted better for me but knew little about city life. In my early teens, she decided that the life in the village was better. The city lacked any sort of moral or ethical fiber. She decided it was wrong to have ever left and that we would return. But it was too late, all I knew was the city life and I took advantage of my mother's naivety. I was a troublemaker. I sold drugs I beat people up. I was a bad kid. When I learned of her plan to leave, I beat her and ran away. I broke her heart and she returned. She had lived her life for me and I had spat on her. She returned her but her light was gone. And after being gone so long, the village had lost it's way as well.
I ask if my mother is still here and he walks over to the bar. He reaches up above the bottles and places his hands on a plaster cast of two breast with a large, shining heart painted between them. He places his hands on the breasts and says, "This is all that's left of your mother. This and a few photographs."
He lowers his head and wipes away a tear before returning to our table. I ask how she died. He tells me she died in a questionable fire. And with her deaththe village died. This had been a paradise but all joy has turned to ashes.
What about my father? He let out a sigh and spat. Your father was a rapist. A man who passed through town. He was caught and lynched and hung. Your mother endured the worst sorts of pain for you and you broke her heart. Her spirit. You will not be welcomed here. You can sleep in the backroom but you should be gone by morning.
He left me in the bar alone to think. I started to look at the pictures on the wall. All black and white photos browned with age and smoke. My mother was in almost every picture, smiling. The village looked clean and shiny in the pictures. Not the rusty brown overgrown village I saw today. The bartender had told me how much my mother meant to this town but I was finally beginning to understand that she was more their mother than mine. She was goddesslike to them. I went to look at the cast of my mother's breasts. a corner of a piece of paper stuck out from underneath it. It was the eulogy written by the bartender. it seems he was her lover. he outlined her life. her dedication to the town and her unwavering love. It also damned me for breaking her heart. For being the demon seed. I represented all that was bad with the world. The entire village hated me.
I spent the rest of the night cleaning and scrubbing the bar. Years of dust and neglect were buffed and polished away.
The next morning, the bartender returned. He took little notice of the facelift and instead returned to the bar and said, "I thought I told you to be gone?"
"I'm not leaving," I said. "The devil's son has returned seeking redemption."
Long story short, I end up staying and tried to become the person my mother was. Morgan Freemen and I become friends. Soon, I confess that the real reason I came was that I was running from the law. I had killed a man in a drug deal gone bad. He decides to keep my secret and hope that I can truly become a good person and that I am my mother's child. Eventually, one ofthe townspeople learns who I really am and a lynch mob beats me and is about hang me when Morgan comes to my rescue and gives a heartfelt speech about my transformation and the return to glory the village has experienced. Slowly, the community excepts me and start telling stories of things my mother did. and I fall in love with a local girl.
Of course, the rival gang is close to finding me and the cops aren't too behind. The village rallies to protect me but I eventually give myself up. During my surrender, the rival gang manages to shoot me dead.
Morgan buries me in a green field next to my mother and my epitaph reads "He was his mother's child." He lays flowers on my mother's grave. Her epitaph reads "A Mother To Us All." The girl I fell in love with lays flowers on my grave and Morgan helps her stand up as the bulge of my baby is now clearly visible.
Roll Credits.
(sorry for the typos)
The movie was set in the recent past, in a small, rural farming community in a heavily wooded part of the country. The ways of the olde west still prevail here. Modernization, while present, is mostly neglected.
The movie opens with me walking into the community. I have my pack and am a bit in awe of this village. The buildings are all constructed out of wood and though they are large, they are dwarfed by the gigantic redwoods they are built into. There is one building that dwarfs the others. It is at leat 4 stories tall and 3 city blocks long.
As I walk into town, people take little notice of me. I enter the local tavern. It's half empty and the sun streams in through the dusty windows. Morgan Freemen stands behond the bar drying glasses.
"Hi, can I have a beer?"
He says, "We don't get too many travellers through here."
"Well, this is my last stop. I think I may be staying awhile. " I tell him.
"Even less people come here to make a home," he tells me.
"I'm looking for my mother." He freezes and his eyes search my face. His face grays and he quickly looks around to make sure no one can hear us.
"I know who are, Danny McCallister, and you best be keeping your mouth shut until we can talk in private. The nerve of you coming back here...."
He tells me to stash my stuff in the back room. And to put on an apron. It's a long shift and he had no help til now. It is very clear that I am not to tel anyone who I am. Just passing through. The bar quickly fills with men covered in dirt and sawdust. They drink and eat but no one seems to have fun. It's just routine.
Later that night, after everyone is gone, he sits me down at a table. My mother and I left for the city shortly after I was born. Her absense left a huge hole in this town. She was the light of the town. She wanted better for me but knew little about city life. In my early teens, she decided that the life in the village was better. The city lacked any sort of moral or ethical fiber. She decided it was wrong to have ever left and that we would return. But it was too late, all I knew was the city life and I took advantage of my mother's naivety. I was a troublemaker. I sold drugs I beat people up. I was a bad kid. When I learned of her plan to leave, I beat her and ran away. I broke her heart and she returned. She had lived her life for me and I had spat on her. She returned her but her light was gone. And after being gone so long, the village had lost it's way as well.
I ask if my mother is still here and he walks over to the bar. He reaches up above the bottles and places his hands on a plaster cast of two breast with a large, shining heart painted between them. He places his hands on the breasts and says, "This is all that's left of your mother. This and a few photographs."
He lowers his head and wipes away a tear before returning to our table. I ask how she died. He tells me she died in a questionable fire. And with her deaththe village died. This had been a paradise but all joy has turned to ashes.
What about my father? He let out a sigh and spat. Your father was a rapist. A man who passed through town. He was caught and lynched and hung. Your mother endured the worst sorts of pain for you and you broke her heart. Her spirit. You will not be welcomed here. You can sleep in the backroom but you should be gone by morning.
He left me in the bar alone to think. I started to look at the pictures on the wall. All black and white photos browned with age and smoke. My mother was in almost every picture, smiling. The village looked clean and shiny in the pictures. Not the rusty brown overgrown village I saw today. The bartender had told me how much my mother meant to this town but I was finally beginning to understand that she was more their mother than mine. She was goddesslike to them. I went to look at the cast of my mother's breasts. a corner of a piece of paper stuck out from underneath it. It was the eulogy written by the bartender. it seems he was her lover. he outlined her life. her dedication to the town and her unwavering love. It also damned me for breaking her heart. For being the demon seed. I represented all that was bad with the world. The entire village hated me.
I spent the rest of the night cleaning and scrubbing the bar. Years of dust and neglect were buffed and polished away.
The next morning, the bartender returned. He took little notice of the facelift and instead returned to the bar and said, "I thought I told you to be gone?"
"I'm not leaving," I said. "The devil's son has returned seeking redemption."
Long story short, I end up staying and tried to become the person my mother was. Morgan Freemen and I become friends. Soon, I confess that the real reason I came was that I was running from the law. I had killed a man in a drug deal gone bad. He decides to keep my secret and hope that I can truly become a good person and that I am my mother's child. Eventually, one ofthe townspeople learns who I really am and a lynch mob beats me and is about hang me when Morgan comes to my rescue and gives a heartfelt speech about my transformation and the return to glory the village has experienced. Slowly, the community excepts me and start telling stories of things my mother did. and I fall in love with a local girl.
Of course, the rival gang is close to finding me and the cops aren't too behind. The village rallies to protect me but I eventually give myself up. During my surrender, the rival gang manages to shoot me dead.
Morgan buries me in a green field next to my mother and my epitaph reads "He was his mother's child." He lays flowers on my mother's grave. Her epitaph reads "A Mother To Us All." The girl I fell in love with lays flowers on my grave and Morgan helps her stand up as the bulge of my baby is now clearly visible.
Roll Credits.
(sorry for the typos)
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coco:
you're lucky i like you enough to have read this whole darn thing.
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