MPC 82B: Enter the Dante (Finished/Now in Theaters)
Jan 6, 2021 14:25:34 GMT
Post by Dante on Jan 6, 2021 14:25:34 GMT
MPC: Home Movie
Profile: Dante
"Are they going to tell me when we start recording my lines? Why is she even putting makeup on me? I'm the narrator. What? We're already rolling? But, I haven't opened the bottle of wine yet." *Cork pops, glass poured.* "Ah, let us begin."
Long ago, like, 2 months ago or something, in a far away vaguely Asian land full of white extras...
There was a man who stood for truth and justice in a dark world ruled by chaos. This man sought to defeat the evil overlords that have enslaved humanity, using his intelligence, wit, and carefully choreographed fighting skills.
Dante is walking up a hill, following a small stone path. His long blonde hair waves in the wind. Piedmon starts throwing a hissy fit.
"Cut! We can't have a blonde protagonist. The blonde is supposed to be the villain!"
"Does that stereotype apply to movies inspired by kung fu action movies?"
"Silence, slave! Do not question the director, Sherry. I am a creative genius. Only I understand what simpletons want to see in movies. We're not going to get the Joe 6packs and Karens of the world to plop their asses in seats unless we pander to the lowest demographic possible!"
Piedmon snaps his fingers, and Dante's hair color changes to black.
"Hey cool, I haven't had black hair since my emo phase."
"You are not paid to think, you are paid to act! Your whole life is one long emo phase, Dante. Now then, places!"
Dante walks up the hill with his messy black hair. He is wearing tattered old white robes that have turned grey with dirt. He looks down at the small town in the valley below.
"Somewhere in Insert Name Here Town, there is someone who can help me defeat the evil in this land."
"Cut! Did we not come up with a name yet? This will set production back weeks! It's not like you can just pull a name out of thin air."
"How about Ryuzaki? It sounds vaguely Japanese."
"Yes, you would know, considering your knowledge of Japan after living there for years could fit on a fortune cookie."
"Somewhere in Ryuzaki Town, someone can show me the evil to be defeated by me."
Dante walks down into the valley. He passes by several billboards of sponsors cheap enough to pay for product placement in a Piedmon Production. Piedmon watches the camera intently.
"Okay, good. Slow pan to the side. Now show some of the extras. Make sure to include the three big demographics."
"Isn't this set in ancient Asia? This piece doesn't seem historically accurate. That guy has a cell phone."
"Good point, this isn't Blazing Saddles. Okay, I'm going to need all the tan people to change into period authentic robes and rags. All the white and black people can take five. Goodness, that sounded bad. Why is Hollywood so racist?"
Dante walks by all the extras pretending to be poor peasants going about their days. One guy is washing his chicken in a wheelbarrow. Dante walks up to a wall painted to look like an ancient temple.
"Okay, now walk through the arch."
"There is no door. What kind of Wile E Coyote shtick is this?"
"Oh, right, I forgot not everyone has intangibility. We'll just cut to a scene where you are already inside."
"This is going to be your biggest directing blunder yet, Piedmon, and I saw that play at the mall starring a naked Ravenna."
(Part 1 of, Sixteen?! I thought Dante's Inferno only had 7 stages of Hell.)
Profile: Dante
"Are they going to tell me when we start recording my lines? Why is she even putting makeup on me? I'm the narrator. What? We're already rolling? But, I haven't opened the bottle of wine yet." *Cork pops, glass poured.* "Ah, let us begin."
Long ago, like, 2 months ago or something, in a far away vaguely Asian land full of white extras...
There was a man who stood for truth and justice in a dark world ruled by chaos. This man sought to defeat the evil overlords that have enslaved humanity, using his intelligence, wit, and carefully choreographed fighting skills.
Dante is walking up a hill, following a small stone path. His long blonde hair waves in the wind. Piedmon starts throwing a hissy fit.
"Cut! We can't have a blonde protagonist. The blonde is supposed to be the villain!"
"Does that stereotype apply to movies inspired by kung fu action movies?"
"Silence, slave! Do not question the director, Sherry. I am a creative genius. Only I understand what simpletons want to see in movies. We're not going to get the Joe 6packs and Karens of the world to plop their asses in seats unless we pander to the lowest demographic possible!"
Piedmon snaps his fingers, and Dante's hair color changes to black.
"Hey cool, I haven't had black hair since my emo phase."
"You are not paid to think, you are paid to act! Your whole life is one long emo phase, Dante. Now then, places!"
Dante walks up the hill with his messy black hair. He is wearing tattered old white robes that have turned grey with dirt. He looks down at the small town in the valley below.
"Somewhere in Insert Name Here Town, there is someone who can help me defeat the evil in this land."
"Cut! Did we not come up with a name yet? This will set production back weeks! It's not like you can just pull a name out of thin air."
"How about Ryuzaki? It sounds vaguely Japanese."
"Yes, you would know, considering your knowledge of Japan after living there for years could fit on a fortune cookie."
"Somewhere in Ryuzaki Town, someone can show me the evil to be defeated by me."
Dante walks down into the valley. He passes by several billboards of sponsors cheap enough to pay for product placement in a Piedmon Production. Piedmon watches the camera intently.
"Okay, good. Slow pan to the side. Now show some of the extras. Make sure to include the three big demographics."
"Isn't this set in ancient Asia? This piece doesn't seem historically accurate. That guy has a cell phone."
"Good point, this isn't Blazing Saddles. Okay, I'm going to need all the tan people to change into period authentic robes and rags. All the white and black people can take five. Goodness, that sounded bad. Why is Hollywood so racist?"
Dante walks by all the extras pretending to be poor peasants going about their days. One guy is washing his chicken in a wheelbarrow. Dante walks up to a wall painted to look like an ancient temple.
"Okay, now walk through the arch."
"There is no door. What kind of Wile E Coyote shtick is this?"
"Oh, right, I forgot not everyone has intangibility. We'll just cut to a scene where you are already inside."
"This is going to be your biggest directing blunder yet, Piedmon, and I saw that play at the mall starring a naked Ravenna."
(Part 1 of, Sixteen?! I thought Dante's Inferno only had 7 stages of Hell.)