I am irked since some time for reasons different to paragraph above. I consider my self a horror films guy. And quality horror films being in scarce quantity, like Toor Dal, my irritations have reached a new peak these days. So much so that I decided to create my own horror story. Its a basic fundamental of shopping: If the market does not come to you, you go to the market. Yes. My first horror film script.
Since Sex sells, in India, in equal proportions, or maybe more, to guns selling in Africa, I thought I better start with sex. If you have not seen the film 'Lord of War (a 2005 Nicolas cage film), let me twist the opening sentence here for you a little: "There are over 550 million porn films in worldwide circulation. That's one DVD for every twelve people on the planet. The only question is: How do we arm the other 11? A just question, my liege.
Now the basic plot is simple, let me divert from the topic here a little. I grew up on Hindi ghost movies where 99.99% ghosts became, owing to some unfulfilled desires, notably sex, too much of it or forcing it on someone. To sum up in crude language, ghosts in Hindi films were horny bastards, chancing up on bikini clad
Now, in my movie, ghosts are teen aged, confused American born frustrated, jobless Desi ghosts. The survey that we did to meaning fully target the multiplex going audience suggested that such would be the most appreciated kinda ghosts in the market and hence. But, there is a twist. These ghosts are not ghosts because of their unlikely, grotesque deaths as in final destination. They were born ghosts. Their immigrant fathers and mothers died (bad selection of a boats/agents probably) before and ghosts conceived ghosts -CUT TO - "An eerie, steamy, foggy, blue background ghost love making follows". First time ever shown on 70 mm screen, HD, 3D. Discovery wanted it first, but, producers decided against it.
Some wondrous cleanly shot family viewing experience moments lift the audience's mood. A pregnant ghost's mood altercations and longings can create some magical comic moments. Like the husband ghost getting down from banyan tree and climbing all the way up a tamarind tree just to....aw. Too mushy. The one cool thing about being ghost and being pregnant is there is no problem in sex determination. No sign language and codes. Transparent, translucent and for all to see and marvel at God's creation, err, maybe inopportune junta who could not afford pearly gates.
Unlike Spartans, the boy was not inspected. There was no apparent need. He could be small, puny, sickly - anything he wanted to be. It, in fact, gave the required brownie points on fear factor. Training would start early and he would be left alone in weirdest of places to haunt - like Kurla Station, not to mention with overly priced American tourist-er bags. All Ghosts come with a baggage, hence. The ghost would suffocate in packed central / western lines and smell like one big bowl of mashed sesame seeds. The boy is not scared, he just wants to get the hell out of those god forsaken trains. The initiation is complete at church-gate, the boy would return a Mumbaikar and just another ghost, back to his people.
The young ghost soon finds out jobs are hard to find and reality television (ghost hunters like shows) were making life hell. The stress to perform at every possible human contact pushes him to the brink of suicide, migration. But, like a flawed system and underpaid BPO/IT staff, it languishes, some times on the bench and otherwise, in training.
Mean while in the background a crest fallen Jim Morrison signs 'The Ghost Song'..."Ooh great creator of being, Grant us one more hour, To perform our art, And perfect our lives." The love of young ghost's life, a beautiful looking witch, who would scare the shit out of any one, consoles him. Love is in the air around the banyan tree and they cajole around it like in the movie Avataar. Only in my movie, the ghosts do not need the USB connection. Its wireless technology.
TO BE CONTINUED...
