Dreamworx
All of us have little people in our heads who write the dreams we see at night. This is a movie pitch that took place at Dreamworx in John Hamilton.
“Good morning, gentlemen.”
“Good morning.”
“What have you got for me today?”
“Okay we’ve got a horror script. John is walking on a green beach when all of the sudden a giant lobster monster rises from the sea and eats his mother.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Lobsters live in the ocean. This is way too logical for Dreamworx.”
“Okay well what if we made the lobster monster into a koala vampire?”
“Hmm… a blood sucking marsupial? Now we’re talking irrationally! What happens next?”
“Then guess who comes running from the shore to save the day? David Hasselhoff!”
“David Hasselhoff? But he fits that role perfectly. How about John’s 3rd grade teacher Mrs. Manford? In a bikini! Running in slow motion like an episode of Baywatch!”
“You mean that old fat lady with the six fingers on each hand?”
“Yes, but let’s give her a hundred fingers per hand!”
“Okay but I feel bad making John see her in a bikini. How about in the end she transforms into John’s junior prom date hottie that he tried to hook up with but she went home with another guy? And she gets totally naked!”
“Get out of my office now! What do you think this is? PUBERTY!?!? We don’t make wet dreams anymore! Good day gentlemen.”
Nemo’s “head” writers spit a piece of genius.
