After reading Syd Field's 'Screenplay', I didn't feel that a lot of it was necessary for such a small piece of film but it did help a lot in giving me ideas on how to tell my story. I think that the story will definitely go over the 30 second time limit so I will have to see if I can condense it a little but I'm quite happy with it and don't really want to see any of it deleted.
I tried to make everything from the character designs to the actual story very simple because although the film doesn't have to be made for the project, I will be making it sometime in the summer. So although the screenplay may need some work, I am happy with how it came out...
I tried to make everything from the character designs to the actual story very simple because although the film doesn't have to be made for the project, I will be making it sometime in the summer. So although the screenplay may need some work, I am happy with how it came out...
Int – Toybox – Night
Toy lays as he has done for a long time, looking up at the stars and moons of the top of his prison, an old dusty toy box that he once called home but now longs to be free of. He looks across the large toy box (that seemed to get smaller every day he was confined there) to see something moving. Not having seen anything move in a long time he rushes over.
He sits looking expectantly at his old friend, a wooden doll not unlike himself (except she was a girl) who is showing very slight movements. The doll looks at Toy and reaches to his face when she slowly stops moving, and finally turns completely stiff. He touches her arm which is close to his face, it is stiff and shows no signs of moving.
He then looks around himself at all the lifeless toys around him and suddenly becomes away that he now lives in a giant graveyard of everything he knew. He knows now that he is the only one left, and given time he would soon share his old companions fate. With a look of urgency, he looks up at the opening to the toy box which seems very high and far away but not entirely unreachable.
He rushes, climbing over his other lifeless friends, all toys of the age. As he climbs over his friends and gets closer to the top, his climb becomes increasingly more dangerous as there are fewer and fewer toys to climb on. As his ground becomes more unstable he slowly reaches towards the top which is now merely an arms reach away.
Having reached the top he stands clumsily but sturdily on a small mound of toys at the top of the pile. His pile of toys is a little wobbly so he's careful about his footing. He can now touch the top with his hands, and in his increasing excitement and urgency pushes with all his strength at the top of the box (which now looks a lot less mesmerizing as it did from the bottom now you can see all the marks and chipped paintwork). He strains as the seemingly immovable weight on top of him refuses to budge. As he reaches the peak of his strength he sees the slightest glimmer of light appear from a crack in the lid he has made as his strength pushed the lid so slightly upwards. Just as he wonders at the real light he had not seen in so many years, the mount of toys under his feet start to topple and our hero loses his balance.
He falls (first in slow motions then at an increased speed) all the way to the bottom where he had started, only this time he was underneath a mound of toys. He tries to lift them off when he looks slowly to his right to see that his right arm had broken during the fall. He shows no sign of pain, but clear sadness as he realises that without his arm he will not be able to lift the toys from on top of him let alone lift the lid of his soon to become resting place.
He lays for a long time and slowly his will to move diminished like so many of his fellow toys. He looks to his left (with the small amount of energy he has left) to see that he can no longer move his left arm. He relaxes knowing it not long until he will soon be free of his prison.
He looks up at the stars and moons of his sky and everything becomes very bright. He welcomes this with a smile. As everything becomes very bright he thinks about the times when he was the favourite toy and was played with everyday.
Fade to White
The scene ends with our hero not moving, but with a smile among his face, the same colour mood as the rest of the toys, now all mere objects that would never move again. (In the style of a stylized painting.)
Toy lays as he has done for a long time, looking up at the stars and moons of the top of his prison, an old dusty toy box that he once called home but now longs to be free of. He looks across the large toy box (that seemed to get smaller every day he was confined there) to see something moving. Not having seen anything move in a long time he rushes over.
He sits looking expectantly at his old friend, a wooden doll not unlike himself (except she was a girl) who is showing very slight movements. The doll looks at Toy and reaches to his face when she slowly stops moving, and finally turns completely stiff. He touches her arm which is close to his face, it is stiff and shows no signs of moving.
He then looks around himself at all the lifeless toys around him and suddenly becomes away that he now lives in a giant graveyard of everything he knew. He knows now that he is the only one left, and given time he would soon share his old companions fate. With a look of urgency, he looks up at the opening to the toy box which seems very high and far away but not entirely unreachable.
He rushes, climbing over his other lifeless friends, all toys of the age. As he climbs over his friends and gets closer to the top, his climb becomes increasingly more dangerous as there are fewer and fewer toys to climb on. As his ground becomes more unstable he slowly reaches towards the top which is now merely an arms reach away.
Having reached the top he stands clumsily but sturdily on a small mound of toys at the top of the pile. His pile of toys is a little wobbly so he's careful about his footing. He can now touch the top with his hands, and in his increasing excitement and urgency pushes with all his strength at the top of the box (which now looks a lot less mesmerizing as it did from the bottom now you can see all the marks and chipped paintwork). He strains as the seemingly immovable weight on top of him refuses to budge. As he reaches the peak of his strength he sees the slightest glimmer of light appear from a crack in the lid he has made as his strength pushed the lid so slightly upwards. Just as he wonders at the real light he had not seen in so many years, the mount of toys under his feet start to topple and our hero loses his balance.
He falls (first in slow motions then at an increased speed) all the way to the bottom where he had started, only this time he was underneath a mound of toys. He tries to lift them off when he looks slowly to his right to see that his right arm had broken during the fall. He shows no sign of pain, but clear sadness as he realises that without his arm he will not be able to lift the toys from on top of him let alone lift the lid of his soon to become resting place.
He lays for a long time and slowly his will to move diminished like so many of his fellow toys. He looks to his left (with the small amount of energy he has left) to see that he can no longer move his left arm. He relaxes knowing it not long until he will soon be free of his prison.
He looks up at the stars and moons of his sky and everything becomes very bright. He welcomes this with a smile. As everything becomes very bright he thinks about the times when he was the favourite toy and was played with everyday.
Fade to White
The scene ends with our hero not moving, but with a smile among his face, the same colour mood as the rest of the toys, now all mere objects that would never move again. (In the style of a stylized painting.)
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