...White letters on a black screen:
A Serious ManEverything that happens to youRashi
Snowflakes Falling in Black
The flakes drift lazily down toward us. Our angle looks straight up.
Now an angle looking steeply down: the snow falls...
...At the Bar
Pappi Corsicatto, the Greenwich Village-Italian owner of the club, nods Llewyn over. He is broadly smiling.
Pappi Boy, you were some mess last night.
Llewyn Yeah, sorry, Pappi. I’m an asshole.
Pappi Oh I don’t give a shit. It’s...
It is late; the supermarket is all but deserted. We are tracking in on a fortyish man in Bermuda shorts and sunglasses at the dairy case. He is the Dude. His rumpled look and relaxed manner suggest a man in whom casualness runs...
...House at Night
We are looking – through the rain-pelted windshield of a parked car – at a small, Spanish-style bungalow. The rattle of driving rain does not quite cover the sound from inside the house of drunken female laughter....
We are close on the leering face of a demon carved in stone.
Head credits play as we pull slowly back. Our move ends framed low to put the gargoyle against an overcast sky. A large black bird alights upon it as other birds –...
...On Barton Fink
He is a bespectacled man in his thirties, hale but somewhat bookish. He stands, tuxedoed, in the wings of a theater, looking out at the stage, listening intently to the end of a performance.
In the shadows behind him an old...
An opening voice-over plays against dissolving Texas landscapes – broad, bare, and lifeless.
The world is full of complainers. But the fact is, nothing comes with a guarantee. I don’t care if you’re the Pope of Rome,...
In black, we hear a chain-gang chant, many voices together, spaced around the unison strike of picks against rock. A title bums in:
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,...
...Flare to White
FADE IN FROM WHITE
Slowly the white becomes a barely perceptible image: white particles wave over a white background. A snowfall.
A car bursts through the curtain of snow.
The car is equipped with a hitch and is towing...
Yeah, I worked in a barbershop. But I never considered myself a barber …
We track back from a barber’s pole.
… I stumbled into it – well, married into it more precisely …
We track back from a shopkeeper’s bell triggered...
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