EXT. GRAUMAN'S CHINESE THEATRE - NIGHT
JOB, (early 30's) and his boyfriend COREY (late 20's), exit
the theatre amidst the late-night crowds of tourists, all
looking downward at the celebrity-made prints in the sidewalk
panels.
The marquee behind them reads "GRINDHOUSE".
COREY
You like it?
Job nods.
Beat.
JOB
Very much.
COREY
(chuckles)
You're glowing!
JOB
I... thought it was exhilarating.
And deep. People will think I'm
retarded, but I thought Tarantino's
piece was deep. As well as just
effing entertaining.
Corey laughs.
They hold hands as they walk.
COREY
Shall we go home now?
JOB
Yes. We could have sex! Also, I
need to write a blog.
COREY
You could try doing both at the
same time...
JOB
Hm.
Job considers this.
They wait at the the stoplight.
JOB (CONT'D)
Remember when crossing signals
actually said 'walk/don't walk'
instead of pictures of the... red
hand of death and... the white man?
COREY
Whatever, grandpa.
JOB
(eyes narrow)
I will probably kill you tonight.
COREY
Ohh... Come on, grandpa. I'll take
you home to your rocker and warm
quilt and you can reminisce about
simpler times when crossing signs
had words...
Job laughs in spite of himself.
JOB
Sometimes I don't know whether my
body is going to hit you or kiss
you.
The light changes.
Job and Corey begin walking up the cobblestone stairs that
lead across the steaming river of molten lava.
Job furrows his brow.
COREY
What?
JOB
Hm?
COREY
What's on your mind, grandpa?
JOB
Oh... I'm just... That movie got me
thinking about... I dunno, the
whole fascination with retro
culture and how... America is such
a young country and I often wonder
if that's why we cling so
romantically to our pop culture.
(beat)
And... Those women in the movie...
the whole aesthetics of the film
utterly appealed to me, and I know
that one of the big reasons is
because of my association with my
older sisters, who were teenagers
in the 70's, and...
COREY
Lookout.
JOB
What? Oh...
Job notices the GIANT MUTANT MOTH CREATURE headed their way
and ducks along with Corey.
JOB (CONT'D)
Thanks.
COREY
You are all about 'remembering the
old days' tonight.
JOB
Well... Yeah. I guess so.
Job kisses Corey.
COREY
Do you wish you lived back in the
1970's?
JOB
No. I mean, it would be nice not to
have to deal with the lava or the
mutant insects... and those movie
tickets wouldn't have cost three
quarters of a million dollars...
COREY
What about aging? Do you wish you
aged?
JOB
Sometimes.
(beat)
Anyway, all I care about is seeing
a truly fantastic film now and
again, as we have, and having you
there to share it with me.
COREY
Aw...
They kiss deeply.
The dreaded ARMY OF SANTAS ignite nuclear devices which
destroy everything except for Job, Corey, the 30-foot radius
surrounding them.
COREY (CONT'D)
Lame!
JOB
I guess we should just stay here?
COREY
This sucks!
JOB
Calm down. We'll just fly over to
that planet over there.
COREY
Where?
JOB
Over there. See?
COREY
Does it have parking?
JOB
We'll find out.
COREY
I don't wanna have to spend the
next century or two looking for
parking.
(Job smiles.)
What.
JOB
I was just thinking. Some things
never change.
A GIANT MOSQUITO overhears this and chuckles, which causes
him to accidentally spill his mojito.
END
Relevant Tags
Grindhouse, Gays, FilmComments
you don't know me, but you know all my gay friends. shush, it's true! okay - and some of those cutey-patootey nu-folks. anyyyyyyway, my comments almost never appear! why is that? i think i need to go back to that man who did my lasik and complain about the "code seen above:" which for me, right now, may or may not be vy5wnx
your bloggy-poo made me laugh at loud which galls me to no end, and then i totally made a funny joke about 'we're gonna need a bigger mojito' which didn't post at all for hell-sake.
does phil eat skittles? brad does.
beep beep!
i haven't tried blog sex yet. maybe later this week.