Burning Cigarettes
My Directorial Debut 8 Years ago - Warning Rated R Short Film -- Includes script below
The actual script I wrote to my award winning first short film and directorial debut way back when
Burning Cigarettes
Short Film
By
JD Glasscock
All Rights Reserved
INT -- BEDROOM -- TIME INDETERMINATE
A close up on a burning cigarette in an ashtray, heavy noir lighting, going up to a woman in a black slip, one strap, down, alot of one breast hanging out, her looking in a mirror. SHe picks up the cigarette and takes a long inhale, camera zooms on burning. She puts it back down, her one hand cupping her breast, massaging it. SHe looks worn, tired, no makeup. Looking in the mirror
WOMAN
You're the bruise, the slut, the lady, the addiction.
She pulls strap back up, leans into mirror, tilting her head. She has a bruise on her eye and on her arms. A man comes in, wearing old school dress shirt and tie, tie loosened, half shved look. He sees her and sighs, putting a briefcase down, a bottle in a brown bag he tilts to his lips.
MAN
Beautiful Russian Rhoulette, Home Sweet Home(Sarcastic, tired)
She sees him in mirror with a look of digust.
WOMAN
Looks like the mutt found his way back to the womb.
MAN
Don't start with me(Drinks)
WOMAN
What, you run out of money for your whores?(Still watching him in mirror)
She picks up cigarette again, again a watch of cigarette burning but slightly wider with man out of focus behind her. SHe puts in back down. She massages her breast again slowly. He is looking at her with hunger and anger. SHe reaches back rubbing her thigh slowly, pushing her slip up, showing part of her ass, the camera shooting behind her seeing his reaction in mirror, him touching his crotch.
MAN
Whores don't have your mouth. They stay quiet.
She smiles.
WOMAN
You're right. They don't have my mouth, or my ass, or my titts.
He looks on in hunger. She smiles, the camera catches them all from below looking over the burning cigarette into the mirror.
WOMAN
You're a rat looking for cheese, a shadow without the meat.
His anger grows. She slides her hand out of camera down between her thighs.
WOMAN
Do you leave them wanting like you do me? DO they end up in the gutter drinking piss rain to get off after you leave their swamp?
His hand is now on his crotch watching her hand between her thighs.
MAN
That god damn mouth of yours is gonna crap shoot some more bruises on that scarred flesh. You never fucking learn. Is Sweet Tooth the angle you wanting?(eyes a beat up old cane) Is that the stone you begging for?
She smiles bringing her hand from between her thighs, slowly licking her fingers.
WOMAN
I am the bruise, the goddess, the drug, the vein. I'm the nectar(Licking) I'm the lie. I'm the whore and the womb. You, your the nothing everyone needs and noone wants. Your the emptiness always looking to get fed.
The man throws the bottle cracking against the wall and rushes her, slamming her against the dresser, mirror. He grabs her throat from behind, ripping her slip up.
MAN
Your god damn mouth, always your god damn mouth. It never fucking stops. You know what you are? A god damn beast of a fucking merry go round.
His hand slides around between her thighs, then drops his pants. SHe smiles and laughs. The shot has moved up the smoke filtering through camera.
WOMAN
That's it... SHow me your candy. Show me how worthless you are.
He looks at her stopping his pants half down, her one breast falling out. He looks confused, angry, sad.
MAN
When did love become a corpse?
She turns on him and slaps him, grabs his hair, kisses him hard then throws him on bed. SHe almost rips her slip off, shot still in mirror. and her body is covered in bruises. SHe straddles him, shot moves to her from low angle on bed. SHe reaches down grabbibg his cock and slipping it in.(we dont see this just her hand going down off camera)
WOMAN
Love turned into fucking and whores and gutters and sad songs. ( SHe slaps him again as she starts riding him) It turned into burning cigarettes and broken bottles. Now quiet. Show me your emptiness.
She starts riding him hard. She starts choking him.
WOMAN
It's the only worth you have.
Camera slides down into his eyes, his fear, burning embers, then pulls out slightly back to the burning end of a cigarette with them in mirror, her moving up and down, out of focus
Extra Poems
Eternity's Sleep –
Poem by JD Glasscock
Pulling petals to make a wreath to the fae.....weaving starlight....drop skipping stones across ripples of water....my hand is archaic rune spilling forth wisdom in dark corners....trembling spirit in the aftermath of brilliance.....I am tomb.....a forlorn memory of a womb....a storyteller telling fables in the shade wrapped prelude of inevitability...I am sleep in the tilting of eyes half lidded....a lucid moment in the pull of eternity......wake me......my limbs are cement striven paint brushes lacking color.....a reap of humanity in the crumbling precipice of ideals....I am strand of filaments seeking purchase...I am...I am.......lost.....mud and a sinner's weeping.....swallowing me.
Juggling Jacks Joyfully Jubilate(One of the first performance poems I wrote 25 plus years ago)
Poem by JD Glasscock
Follow the old man to the back
World of fright
Shadow of a wounded one-eyed jack
Dark dog fight, night,
Mellow mad man shows
The sight, light
Mucky mucky muddy infants
Shoot the shit in the pool hall
Head hits against the brick
Back flips off the wall
Follow the old man to the back
Torment, a thousand whip marks
On your
Blue bloody bruised back
Mother mama witches
Choke the rhyme
Mother mama witches
Fuck the mime
Insanity so so kind
Baby bird’s breath
Child’s mind
Mother mama witches
Suck the vine/wine
Old man smiles at the end of time
Dagger teeth flash from
A wounded one-eyed jack
Follow the bugle boy to the back
Give the golden ticket to the man in black
A chance to watch the choir girls
Twirl, twirl, twirl
From that infamous torture rack
Drug induced nightmares
Holes in veins you don’t want to show
Mellow mind attack
Follow the humble hermit in the back
Old man smiles at the end of time
Eternal mime jester throwing tokens
Of rhyme to the blind
Joyful jubilations
Shadow of a wounded one-eyed jack
A hand forever in the emerald sack
An apple to the mouth
A membership in the ugly scar faced rat pack
Shadow of a wounded one-eyed jack
Old man smiles at the end of time
Mother mama witches fuck/suck the mind
Old man eats them at the end of time
So only one chance
A query to unravel the riddled rueful rune rhyme
Butterflies finish the story from burnt out shells
Little Boy Blue licks Little Miss Muffet in
The midnight moon tales, swells, smells
Metaphoric misinformed card players
Finish cigars and fold their hands
Silver Lady shivers and smirks
Gambling Man makes rings of smoke
The One Eyed Jack jumps through
And takes a toke
Stroke, stroke, stroke
Choke
About the Creator
JD Glasscock
J.D. Glasscock started as a slam poet on national teams in 1990. Written and Directed 16 Award winning short films...He also has 16 self published books of poetry, lyrics and film.
Owner of StormCrow Productions
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