Month: October 2021

PHILLY GIRLZ COVERAGE: A RECOMMEND, 99%

OPENING THOUGHTS

Being from Philadelphia, a metropolitian area, I was already locked into the script from page 1 and what follows is the perfect blending of authenticity, taking the nuances and details that only an individual who knows the area would be able to get in there without feeling forced as well as creating an original and interesting story that feels accessible enough to non-east coasters who don’t understand the subtle quirks of Philly folks but also you do so much with this that it feels similar to the HBO series, Mare of Easttown, where it’s such a pitch-perfect representation of the area that people will really feel like they’re spending time in the east coast and in terms of successfully building a world, you only needed page 1 to successfully do this.

CHARACTERS

Kate Thompson – I love that you already have Kaitlin Olsen in mind here because that’s who I could only see playing this role to be honest. It feels like if you took Dee Reynolds character and amplified her to the utmost worst while also giving her an even greater sense of power and when she meets Shiela Reddick, it feels like the perfect pairing for a Dee Reynolds archetype. Sheila Reddick – If you wanted to really nail down a great 1-2 punch in the buddy cop genre, this is exactly the perfect 1B to your 1A in Kate. Perfectly embodies the culture and attitude.

PLOT

Starting off this story is a vividly depicted Eagles versus Vikings championship game a few years ago and this is the perfect hook not only for all the Philadelphia citizens who love seeing their hometown teams and city accurately depicted on screen but so many films of this nature have released and there is only a handful that I can think of, most recently 2015’s Focus with Margot Robbie and Will Smith and even there, the scene in question is a fictional depiction of a Super Bowl. When the story gets into the meat and these two have to begin working together, I was having the time of my life because of the buddy comedy antics, and these two seemingly different individuals have to try and work together. It’s pretty standard but the reason this genre has been around so long is the ability to morph into whatever is needed in order to best serve the characters and story, which this does extremely well. It’s really hard to deliver something meant to be comedic and keeping your tension and stakes feeling strong as well as you using themes of racism and overlooking preconceived judgments as well as the story feeling very timely and important without you feeling the need to jam it down our throats like it seems films like this will try and do. You’re extremely subtle in how to get your point across and just allow the story to develop and reinforce what you wanna say as opposed to preaching it. I really enjoyed how this story played out and well, just how funny the thing is.

STRUCTURE

This is a really tight-moving script that never feels rushed nor do I think there was anything missing. The story builds really well, pretty much injecting us right away into the story and I think your opening scene does a perfect job in not only setting up the overall narrative but both your characters are developed more in the first 10 pages than a lot of scripts or films do in their entire runtimes. The biggest thing you succeed at in your structure is your tonal consistency. This is a comedy through and through but you never break to have a joke land or use humor as a means to pull away from the stakes you’re presenting but the situation is enough to deliver on the comedic elements while landing on the dramatic side too and I think this is really evident in how well your ending works from a storytelling standpoint as well as a character one. Really fantastic work in terms of script structure.

DIALOGUE

The dialogue you write here is where most of the comedy comes from because these characters are in dangerous situations and because the people of the story are all based in Philadelphia and east coasters, just from my own experience, I think you nailed down the cynical and dry outlook especially when the bullets were flying. Kate and Sheila’s relationship is easily the best part in a series of incredibly fantastic things to say are the best but I feel like whenever those two were bantering at each other, I was locked in even more than the plot. I also think you really portray a spiteful relationship growing into something more meaningful and friendly through the dialogue.

CONCEPT

I love this concept from an objective scriptwriting standpoint because the heist film is such a fun concept that when the right writer executes on it, they’re always entertaining and fun but what really sends this one above is how much you really make this thing feel fresh because you’ve done so much work in making this feel unabashedly Philadelphia and that’s a unique hook because there aren’t too many heist movies with this concept narratively but also just literally setting it in Philadelphia gives it so much more of unique spin. I might be bias in my Philadelphia appraisal but honestly, if you want your story to stand out, setting your movie in a location where the place almost acts as another character is the way to do it

FINAL THOUGHTS

This is a terrific buddy comedy where the buddies aren’t actually buddies and even on two opposite ends of them until the very end ala any Shane Black screenplay. However, it’s your location and writing style that take this from fun servicable heist film to a really entertaining and sneakily as well as thematically rich screenplay that makes those from Philly feel like they’re home and those who’ve never been feel like they belong. Great work!

POLIO, PEDOPHILES & RAPISTS

I worked alongside a guy with polio- yes, polio– and a pedophile. The sad thing is, he wasn’t the only one in the room. Pedophile, that is. I’m pretty sure the older, stumpy gentleman in the cubicle next to mine was the only person alive who had fucking polio. The last person I heard afflicted with the disease was the legendary FDR, who boldly commanded our nation through the darkest days of the Great Depression and World War II. This polio victim hawked newspaper subscriptions over the phone, like the rest of us scoundrels.

Oh, yeah- there was also a rapist. One we knew of, anyway. I suspected a few other colleagues were guilty of the crime but had somehow escaped conviction. A hundred or so of us commission-only salespeople toiled in the dank, cavernous warehouse roughly the size of two basketball courts. The majority of employees were drug addicts of some sort who attended AA meetings with the alacrity of, well, a junkie. A good percentage of these folks had been incarcerated at some point in their lives. Yep, these were my peers. The guys I mingled with at the annual Christmas luncheon (El Pollo Loco takeout) attended ever so briefly by the septuagenarian owner, a self-made billionaire. Telemarketing is pretty much the shittiest job in the civilized world. It’s no surprise, then, the checkered past of my co-workers.

Along with the inordinate number of pedophiles- and, really, one is far too many- a motley assortment of oddballs filled the gray, lifeless cubicles. One memorable miscreant was a slovenly, ultra-conservative Marine in his sixties with an affinity for porn and, strangely enough, noise abatement. This chubby, bespectacled gentleman was a licensed pilot (or so he claimed) and his mission in life was to eradicate all laws that forbade his fellow aviators from flying in the wee hours of the morning. He believed this curfew- imposed by ‘goddamn liberals’- was directly responsible for at least one pilot’s death over the past few decades. Hell, he even wrote a book on it. During the week, he slept in the backseat of his ratty, piss-yellow 1984 Mercedes in the company parking lot. This maneuver saved him precious gas money on his hour-long commute to the boonies where his like-minded whackjobs resided. He subsisted off two foods: baloney sandwiches and chocolate chip cookies, which he judiciously rationed throughout the day.

Back to the rapist. Like the noise abatement avenger, he also happened to be a Marine. Early one Friday morning- during a special campaign with juicy leads for qualified salespeople – two uniformed cops shuffled into the room. Most of the telemarketers kept pitching, kept selling, adhering to the ‘always be closing’ mantra. I, for one, immediately hung up my phone- curious, if not stupefied, by the presence of the police. There were murmurs between the cops and the sales manager. Moments later, the sales manager beckoned a youngish, stout Marine, who was promptly escorted out the back door by the two policemen. I wondered what the hell had just happened. A close friend of the Marine happened to be seated in the cubicle next to mine. He uttered, in the most nonchalant manner possible: ‘Ah, he must’ve raped someone.’ As if it was the most natural thing in the world, like a pigeon taking a shit in a park. Of course he would get busted again for rape. Oh hum. Once again, for at least the millionth time in the past month, I wondered what the fuck had become of my once promising life.

Regarding the pedophiles- a sentence that should never be uttered, not even in impolite company- there was an accidental one and a purposeful one. Despite the disparate intentions, they both served time in jail. The accidental one was a wiry, goofy looking guy whose face resembled a catfish- whiskers and all. He had a terrible stutter that severely limited his sales ability. This impediment, however, did not dent his confidence. In fact, he was incredibly (read: delusional) optimistic. Though he never cleared 30 grand in his 40 plus of life, he boasted to everyone that he was going to be a billionaire. It was just a matter of time.

Apparently, this middle-aged, strange looking future Forbes 500 member responded to a Craigslist ad for an escort. The girl- and it was actually a girl– showed up at his apartment for a rendezvous. Well, the cops showed up and arrested him. She turned out, of course, to be under 18. And now, for the rest of his existence, the catfish billionaire will be branded as a sex offender. The only job he will likely qualify for is the shitty one I’m writing about here.

The other Megan’s Law violator was more deliberate about his deviancy. In a way, he fit the profile much more than the delusional stutterer. He was around the same age- early 40’s- but had a wholesome, sitcom dad from the Fifties look. Like many of the drug addled wannabes in the room, he was an aspiring actor. I caught him a couple times watching YouTube on his computer- episodes of Bones, I believe- and was creepily fascinated with a teenage girl on the show. It turns out, a few years later, he was arrested for downloading child pornography. I don’t know how long his sentence was- he can still (and should) be rotting in jail for all I know- but his mug shot is readily available online.

PHILL GIRLZ Strip Club Scene

EXT. TOPLESS BAR (’THE GOLDEN GOOSE’)

Seedy as hell. The Camaro roars into the parking lot.

SHEILA: Always wanted to see what goes on inside one a’ these.
KATE: Really? Not a big fucking mystery- losers who can’t get laid.
SHEILA: Well, today’s their lucky day.
KATE: (re: STD’s) Yeah, definitely taking the over.

INT. GOLDEN GOOSE

Even seedier inside: buffet of shitty food and a pool table. Rednecks ogle aging strippers on stage… Kate and Sheila amble in- they’re the only women, so everyone gawks at them… an old waitress picks up empty glasses with her flabby tits.

SHEILA: (re: food) Ooh, look at the spread.
KATE: That’s the shit prisons throw out.
SHEILA: They seem to like it.

Gestures to two guys scarfing down beef stroganoff- it’s Mikey and Brownie. They spot Kate and greet her.

KATE: Ah, Jesus Christ.
MIKEY: What the hell you doin’ here?
KATE: Me? What about you? I’m working, dickhead.
BROWNIE: (titillated) You’re a stripper?
KATE: Goddamn idiots.

Sheila looks Mikey up and down. Yeah, this could work.

SHEILA: Mmm, time for my entree.

BACK ROOM.

Middle-aged women with saggy breasts. Kate holds up an old photo of Nick taken a decade ago (it’s all she has).

KATE:… Anyone know this guy? Seen him around? Imagine him 10 years older.
STRIPPER: Whoa! He did NOT age well.
KATE: You know him?
STRIPPER: Whadda you, his wife?
KATE: God, no! PPD.
STRIPPER: Seen him in here a few times. Quiet type. Loves our chicken parm.
KATE: Well, sure. This place made the Michelin guide, three stars.
STRIPPER: (correcting her) It’s food, honey. Not tires.
KATE: Ever come in with anyone?
STRIPPER: Ugh, don’t get me started… one time he comes in with this black guy. Real charmer, ya know?
KATE: Eddie?
STRIPPER: You slept with him, too?
KATE: Wha- no! You’re really bad at guessing.
STRIPPER:… So I take him back to my place, end up loaning the asshole money. (explaining) He’s got a monster-
KATE: Yeah, yeah, I heard. Go on.
STRIPPER: Yeah, so, he gives me this necklace…
KATE: (thinking it’s cum)… Ohmigod…
STRIPPER:… Collateral, ya know. Says it’s worth like 10 grand or something. Next day? My wrist turns green.
KATE: Know where he lives?
STRIPPER: Just seen him in here.
KATE: Great. Fucking great.

O.s., the DJ spins a new tune: Nelly’s ‘Hot in Herre’

FRONT ROOM.

Sheila throws back a shot with Mikey and Brownie.

SHEILA: Ooh, this is my jam right here!

And RUSHES to the stage, chucking aside the stripper who was supposed to go on- She twirls around the pole, shaking her ass-
Guys hoot and holler, flinging dollar bills on the stage-
She stuffs the bills in her pocket-
Kate marches out from the back-
Stops in her tracks seeing Sheila.

KATE: Get your ass down here!
SHEILA: What, gonna arrest me? I’m already in jail, bitch!
KATE: Goddammit, don’t fuck with me!
SHEILA: I got me a ‘get outta jail free card!’… get some, Monopoly Man.

Shakes her ass in front of an old, portly pervert with a white mustache and top hat: a modern day Monopoly Man.
Kate leaps up on stage-
The crowd goes WILD, thinking it’s part of the show-
She grabs hold of Sheila, who slaps her hands away-
Kate yanks on her blouse, RIPPING it-
Mikey SPITS the beef stroganoff out of his mouth-
In SLO-MOTION, it flies through the air…
… Lands on a guy’s neck-
He whirls around and PUNCHES Mikey in the face-
Brownie picks up a chair and SMASHES it on the guy’s chest-
On stage, Sheila retaliates and RIPS Kate’s shirt off-
The crowd WHOOPS-
The frail owner calls the cops as fists and chair and food flies! It’s pandemonium-
A redneck cues up a pool stick, then STABS someone with it-
Another guy tries to pick up a table, but throws out his back (it’s nailed to the floor)-
The old waitress cradles a guy’s head, then titty boxes him, a vicious left-right combo-
Kate and Sheila wrestle on stage, rolling around, YANKING off one another’s clothes…
Just then, Andy and Berto dash in- they got the call. They gape in wonderment at all the chaos…
Berto goes to arrest someone, but Andy holds him back. Chill.

ANDY: Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and take a look around once in a while, you could miss it.
BERTO: Ferris Bueller?
ANDY: Second greatest movie ever made.
BERTO: Guess that makes me Cameron.
ANDY: Sure does, buddy. Sure does.

And ducks as a chair SAILS past his head.