If I made a movie it would take place in the seventies in and around a large mid-western city and it would smell like marijuana and sound like the E. Street band playing Racing In The Street and there will be snow on the ground. Much of the action will take place in a bar. It will be a love story to a certain extent and there will be elements of science fiction when appropriate. There will be some gratuitous violence but no car chases. The main character will have a brother they will fight all the time and disappoint each other but he will be the only person the star can count on when the shit hits the fan and it will. His father will be a semi-famous painter who is preoccupied with himself and his next Jackson Pollack imitation and the adoration of his (pseudo-intellectual) fans. His mother will be an overworked nurse. She will try to steer him in the right direction and fail. His girl friend will be a bangin' hot whore. She will sell him out to the man that owns the bar. The ending will be ambiguous and leave the viewers confused. However, if I do my job, they will be able to figure it out if they discuss it with their husbands, wives, or friends for five minutes while they drive home from the theater and my next movie will be about a peace time army company or two guys who start a punk rock band.
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