ESTABLISHING SHOT/TITLE SEQUENCE
SEE: Fade in on a caliginous screen; an opaque Smell The Glove-esque album cover void of color and washed in the blackberry jam
meringue of crepuscular none more blackness.
HEAR: Throughout the entirety of this melodious prelude...
a song called TIGHTROPE
perfomed by a rock band called THE ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA
from their album A NEW WORLD RECORD
music and lyrics by JEFF LYNNE (1976)
HEAR: Percussive Gong
SEE: The Big Bang --a massive storm of kaleidoscopic color, blinding light, and exponential heat manifest as an expanding panoramic mandala
of breathtaking depth and breadth and beauty that staggers all five senses and renders the spectator stupefied and near catatonic in light of his own staggering insignificance no
matter how limited or mighty, insolent or influential, said spectator's individual purview may be.
0:24 -- 1:10
SEE: Hubble Stuff --gobstopping telescopic images of stars and black holes and nebulas and planets and moons and comets and asteroids and novas both super and slight colliding and crashing
and smashing to take landscapable shape amidst a swirling array of fulminated gas and illuminated dust spanning millions of light years of intergalactic space and time. The camera
should slowly pan out as the bel canto swells and then --after reaching a galactic nadir of sonorous pomposity-- swiftly zoom in to focus on the serendipitous
formation of Earth's own solar system. Before coming to a profound conclusion upon our cloudy blue orb itself and the protein-rich prebiotic consommé that, once ignited by lightning,
gave life itself the ways and means to flourish and infest and infect and...
1:11 -- 1:18
...try and imagine a slow-motion tracking shot from a moonraking astronaut's POV. One that targets our planet in synchronicity with the descending violin étude and
ascending snare roll whilst implying the passage of time and the slow but chaotic, inexpedient but surely intelligent, prejudiced design of Darwinian
Evolution. An ever-narrowing perspective beginning with the western hemisphere, northern hemisphere, North America, East Coast of America, Tampa Bay, Florida...
1:19 -- 1:34
SEE: Camera Dissolves to a close-up shot of a single human spermatazoon as it begins its epic and arduous, dog-eat-dog salmon-run from ejaculate insemination to
Note: We've only got about fifteen seconds to encapsulate this infinitesimal seminal process before the next descending/ascending musical bridge cuts to conceptual cognition and
lyrical verse, so... We're gonna wanna utilize time-lapse photography and high-tech special effects in order to comprehensively convey our intrepid jizz and his mindless sense of
desperate/heroic urgency as he does his best to get jiggy with it while the swarming horde of huns and usurpers is thinned around him.
To wit: "He who is not busy being born is busy dying" and so therefore... Sixteen-million tiny but tenacious fish-tailed Myrmidons attempt to fend each other
off whilst navigating the fallopian womb's anti-ballistic missile system only to ultimately fail and fall upon their swords until only our potential paragon is left
swimming for the right to plant a fig and a flag and ultimately become a somebody worthy of a brain and a name.
1:35 -- 3:06
SEE: Still Art and Stock Footage of humanity's highs and lows. Forgoing filmic depictions of in-utero gestation because unless there's an extended disco remix of TIGHTROPE that I
don't know about, time and rhyme won't let me; the optics will drastically/dramatically culminate/fulminate into a sudden/rapid-fire montage of images depicting major
historical/cultural events (triumphs and tragedies, if you will) that have impacted and defined the path of our protagonist's late 20th to early 21st century life span from his
improbable birth to his current stillborn insolvency. So far as it all fits in neatly with the jaunty main musical riff, that is. Juxtaposed by the largely cynical lyrical content of
the song, of course.
Think Billy Joel's We Didn't Start The Fire but with a solipsistic edge to it. Starting with the botched assassination of President Ronald Reagan (in March of 1981) and
going on to include, revere, and ridicule people, places, and incidents like:
A) The Royal wedding of the Prince and Princess of Wales
B) The attempted assassination of Pope John Paul II
C) The AIDs epidemic
D) E.T., Darth Vader, Indiana Jones
E) Sally Ride/Bill Gates/Steve Jobs
F) Michael Jackson moonwalking/Madonna being a virgin/Prince just being himself
G) Bill Cosby/Michael J. Fox/Magic Johnson/Arnold Schwarzenegger/Joe Montana
H) Bernie Goetz/Ivan Drago/Gaddafi/Gary Coleman
I) Bhopal/Chernoybl/Space Shuttle Challenger/Falkland Islands
J) WE ARE THE WORLD/Freddie Mercury/Band-Aid/Bono
K) Michael Jordan/Diego Maradona/Mike Tyson/Jerry Rice
L) Soviet-Afghan war/Osama bin Laden/Margaret Thatcher/Oliver North
M) Roger Rabbit/The Simpsons/Baywatch
N) Berlin Wall/Tiananmen Square/Nelson Mandela
O) Vinyl records and cassette tapes/CDs and DVDs/Tipper Gore
P) Gulf War/Bush/Gorbachev/Milosevic
Q) Rodney King/Oklahoma City/Dalai Lama
R) Bill and Hillary/Newt Gingrich/Bob Dole
S) Waco/WTC bombing/World Wide Web
U) Seinfeld/Friends/The Matrix/Pulp Fiction
V) NAFTA/TWA 800/Monica Lewinsky
X) Columbine/Y2K bug/Bush v Gore
Y) Letterman, Leno, SNL
Z) September 11th
Note: All of these images should be interposed and interspersed, by whatever means, with a cartoonish sense of Monty Python-esque irreverence
for neo-classical/Greco-Roman idealism. The overall effect should be equal measures evocative, inspring, terrifying, uplifting, and cataclysmic. Corrupted, naturally, by the relative lack
of black/gay/female/plebian representation.
Instagrammable revisionist fin-de-siècle grandeur, in other words.
Fireworks, in lesser words.
3:07 -- 4:14
SEE: The Dark Ages of the Bush/Cheney administration, beginning with:
A) The Shock and Awe invasion of Iraq
B) 43rd's Mission Accomplished declamation
C) Beltway Snipers
D) Space Shuttle Columbia
E) Operation Iraqi Freedom
F) Saddam Hussein
G) Same-Sex marriage
I) Bush re-elected
K) Troop surge/Virginia Tech massacre
L) Venus and Serena/Kobe and Shaq/Brad and Angelina/Chris Tucker and Jackie Chan
M) Subprime Mortgage Crisis
N) Barack Obama elected president
O) Tea Party/Fox News/Jon Stewart/Stephen Colbert
P) Justin Timberlake/Beyonce/Auto-Tuned pop music/live-action comic book movie people
Q) Fort Hood massacre
R) Royal wedding of the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge
S) Osama bin Laden killed
4:15 -- 5:06
HEAR: "When I closed my eyes (closed my eyes) I was so surprised... Somebody had thrown me down a line!"
SEE: Extended footage of Marine Private John Hamler's dramatic helicopter rescue from the war-torn ruination of Northern Iraq.
End of Overture
On second thought and now that I think about it?
While it's a nice enough song and all, as a matter of scientific fact...
Well, the song will end long before your eye and mind could ever hope to work well enough together or efficiently enough to catch up and match the text to make the musical ends meet,
Let's fugghedabout this whole entire exorbitant/on-the-nose/up-its-own-ass/cock-schlocky onanistic ode to pop-culture exordium.
Ain't my style, anyway.
Nor yours, I presume.
Except, I gotta tell ya something...
This IS my style.
As an asshole matter of fact I'm gonna go ahead and presume
and attempt to subsume
all and everything I wanna consume.
Including you, dear Reader.
So either bow out now
assume the position.
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