The movie would be called Wave Racer. I would be a a kid from California that moves to a town of approximately 14,000 in Michigan. The town would be primarily blue collar factory type workers and I would be the outsider surfer dude. My parents would have just divorced and now I'm moving back to Michigan to live with my mom (where she is originally from). The opening scene would have the song Surfin' USA playing ironically as I am on the airplane with my walkman blasting as you see a brief montage of me on the plane. When the plane lands I look out the window and see snow. I react with a stunned look as I am in board shorts and a Hawaiian t-shirt. I greet my mother at the gate and she immediately tells me how I'll love it here and how its not that bad and how I'll make all new friends. (This also sets up the subsequent sequel where I am back in California and the girlfriend I met back in Michigan comes to visit me and she is now the fish out of water.)
The first day of school I step out of my moms rusty car and after she wishes me a good first day and drives off I get in the face with a snowball while a group of tough looking dudes in stupid looking school jackets laugh and tell me if I'm going to go to the beach and cry about it.
I will be greeted immediately be an awkward but endearing guy and a bookish but cute girl who is to shy to really say anything to me but she is wearing overalls that are 3 sizes too big and a pink dayglow shirt underneath them.
I will fill in more details later but there is definitely going to be a montage set to the Cutting Crew - I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight, in which I'm very angry and sad and there has to be a key scene where the camera is juxtaposed over my shoulder in my bedroom as I stare longinly at a poster of a palm tree. There will also be the triumphant end scene at a party where I stun the local bullies who tormented me the entire movie when a above ground swimming pool breaks and I surf the wave that is created while simultaneously knocking the main bully and his henchmen to the ground.
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