Not comparing.
All the same, you hear some stories coming out of foster care, wow, so I’d like to do a scene in the end…some hearing…where they confront that system…satisfying… just…do that scene. I don’t know if they have to get into further trouble, etc. But they bring up what can happen to a child in this system… truly, the way people spoke to me about foster care… it was the luckiest thing that did not happen to me. I feel a desire for a confrontation very strongly. Something.
I wanted them to bust me out — in the minivan. Of a not…so pleasant situation…which they already do, right now, once, but when they get the authorities involved — whoosh, I was thinking about Little Miss Sunshine when they confront the reality of the hospital…type of deal…but social services, eeeeew, because the moment you get the system involved, I don’t know, but usually, you don’t even understand what that means…until it happens. Oh.
I’m going to have to investigate…but we’ve all heard stories…I mean, wow, the likelihood that a child might be abused in that system…just picturing their faces as this Brazilian mother — just so physical — snapping in their faces — she’s a tough coach, sometimes. She’s not doing it. And by that point…no one wants to. I thought, oh, in that minivan, just this last section — Jesus — you thought my drop off at home was dicey, but maybe they have to take her away, and they go and bust her out…like who gives a SHIT? Isn’t this satisfying? This is where I have to ask some questions as to what they would do…
And then, we get through it…
Right now, I thought, oh that scene when they take off in the van to Sufjan Stevens felt right as a segway into a last scene of celebration… it’s just that it isn’t inappropriate to be where you’re at in that culture… if that makes sense… being on a kind of edge, even being tearful… it works…that’s also the reason why the parties are there… since they’re events onto themselves… and life does go on…plus, with these cultures in the room… it speaks for itself, doesn’t it?
These are my final thoughts this evening.
I don’t know what I should put forth in terms of images. Do you get that they are PROS? Do I need to show you people playing sports? Professionally? Or does an image of sports…help someone to see the world better? Should I put it with people fighting? With Kate Winslet throwing her arms in the air — it’s all terribly romantic!
It’s getting there…
I wish I knew Brazilian films or could make a better reference for her… for the love of. Her legs make hilarious…she’s one of the funniest people. If she doesn’t want to talk to you… it’s clear. Her in her BH tennis cap, looking off, “well let me tell you something that you might find very interesting…” if she’s about to slice you. I laughed and laughed.
I changed my intro to say it — actually — flat out. Not “the crossroads between the extraordinary and ordinary” as Stranger Things does. A Brazilian Jewish tennis family of 8 people takes home a white baby a day that turns into four epic years in this unbelievably true story…Caucasian, excuse me. I think that’s…it.
No? Isn’t that it in a nutshell? Aren’t you turning the page? What happened here?
(Nina dances sexy in her room, regardless, in The Forbidden Dance…)
They are miraculous for all sorts of reasons. Just their Danny and Sandy Grease meeting… just the whole thing.
I put shots of Little Miss Sunshine around the structure. Just the beginning — spot on. And that take off in the van… to a really good song…I don’t know what that is…since the love songs are a whole thing, funny too.
I’m the one who really loves the lambada, by the way. Once I get comfortable — I really start going. So I’ll put that in… the dance taking hold of me… that being healing in some capacity… and her freedom is, too, like there’s nothing — you can’t talk to her about. “Oh my GOD, MARIA! Totally OPEN.” Her shirt TOTALLY OPEN.
That’s it for the evening.