June 10, 2005 - The Blade of Dos-Pilas

So I want to write another screenplay (absolutely *everyone* has written at least one, but I'm writing several. I like to fail in multiples), so I'm thinking what kind of screenplay should I write this time, and that boils down (since I don't have a burning cause right now) to what kind of film I would most like to see.

First of all it's got to be in an exotic location. Central America, let's say. Second of all it's got to have super charismatic actors. New ones. The male lead character has been doing scientific research in Antarctica and has issues and tissues bottled up but has to come out of his ice cube and drive fast cars (and be a hero, of course). The female has just come out of a university in France and has new ideas about everything but is hell-bent on learning to barrel race and does but must fly south soon after. The plot has to be a mystery/adventure. It needs a cool car. Maybe this one. Then of course there needs to be something they are seeking. Something that the bad guys want very badly as well. Oh yes, the bad guys. They are so intelligent that it's painful (must have worthy opponents), and they are all chasing the lost Mayan Blade of Dos-Pilas. Yes! In sports cars! There must also be a racehorse in it, and Phareaux would do the soundtrack.

Then this all needs to hook into our everyday lives somehow and become universal (like Spielberg or maybe more like Hitchcock). Hmmmm... An elderly bluegrass legend checks into the same hotel where our hero and heroine are staying and all hell breaks loose. Someone steals his 1928 Herringbone Martin guitar so he has to steal the Blade of Dos-Pilas from the Nicaraguan mafia as ransom for the guitar. He just walks up and does this with no problem like elderly bluegrass guys do. The heroine must steal (there's lots of stealing in this film) the racehorse and whips the Blade around like a samurai and then wears a thinking-girl's bikini on the beach (with glasses) while contemplating all the clues. The hero finally lets go of his cold nature (which he adopted in Antarctica) and falls in love and whups the head mafia guy and the bluegrass legend hightails it with the guitar *and* the Blade. They end up in this one and barely make it back to Tennessee where they are just in time for the Blueberry Bluegrass Festival and they twirl the Blade of Dos-Pilas over their heads and holler out singing while the bluegrass legend leads everyone in rousing versions of "Home Run Man" and "Foggy old London."

Yep.