Elvis and Me

Bored as I am I began going through old stuff I've started to write but never finished (I have tons and miles of those) and I found an idea for a movie that I wrote when I lived in Sydney.

The setup is really quite sad, but I still like the idea. My flatmate David who was studying film at the time said that an idea for a film should be possible to express in just one or two sentences, otherwise it wasn't a good idea.

Conrad don't have anything to live for, but nothing to die for either. He decides to commit suicide, but make it look like a very strange accident with clues leading in surprising directions such as his mom and dad, his teacher, aliens; anything to make him famous enough to justify his death. As a backdrop, a man from Elvis Presley's band tells the public that Elvis committed suicide with the purpose of keeping his name famous.

David also said that it often helped to just jump right into a scene, any scene, in the movie just to get a feel for the movie, so I did that too. (The last I heard from David was that he was working as a busboy at an Italian restaurant).

IN THE FLAT

(Man interviews another man in a TV-show)

"He looked at me and he said... he said to me.. 'Bryan, let me tell you something about fame', and I – knowing that he knew more about that stuff than any other person alive – said. 'go ahead Elve' – we used to call him that, the crew and me."
"And what did he say?"
"'Fame', he told me, is the only thing that any one can strive towards, rich or poor, black or white, smart or stupid... Unlike wealth, you don't necessarily need anything to become famous"
"And what did you say?"
"I asked him 'why do you tell me that, you are both famous and rich?', and he just answered 'because I can't go any further, I've reached the peak of fame and wealth that any living man can possibly dream of"
"You are saying that Elvis Presley told you this, only two days before he died?"
"That's correct"
"But he must have been in a mist of drugs and alcohol, was he not?"
"He sure was smashed, but those very words came through that mist, I could feel that it wasn't the whiskey or the heroin, it was the King that spoke to me."

(Boy sitting in front of the TV)

"Conny, what are you doing, the potatoes are going cold" "I'm coming, mom" "You've been saying that for fifteen minutes, come and eat now" "Okay.."

(Conrad comes into the kitchen from his room)

"What are you doing Conny, working on one of those warplanes again?" "Uhu" "What is it this time, is it a green one?" "No" (eating)

(Silence)

"Conny.. I spoke to your English teacher, Mrs Copeland"

(Conrad nods)

"She seemed.. upset, but she didn't really want to tell me what it was, she only told me something about you telling stories to the other children.. Do you know what she was talking about?"

(Conrad shakes his head)

"Ok.. finish off the sausage and you'll get a caramel pudding for desert, but only if you promise to not lie or do anything bad in school tomorrow"
"Okay"
"Good, now finish up and I'll give you some desert, then perhaps you could do your homework"
"Mom"
"Yes honey"
"Why should I do my homework when I could die tomorrow?"