SOLARIS
- PG
- Year:
- 1972
- 167 min
- 5,825 Views
First, over BLACK, we hear the sound of a light rain.
Then:
A MAN'S VOICE
I'm not a poet. I've never moved
anyone with my words.
(beat)
Maybe that's why they chose me.
EXT. WOODS - DAY
A mural of leafless trees beneath an overcast sky. Rain
continues to fall.
Maybe now we begin to notice a strange quality to the light
(or is it the sky?). Something vaguely unsettling.
CUT TO:
INT. BEDROOM - MORNING
Still, the sound of rain is heard.
A MAN:
40s, lies on his side in bed, staring at us.
He has not been sleeping. In fact, judging from his distant
expression, he has not slept in ages.
CUT TO:
EXT. ROAD - DAY
Less like a road and more like a path that you maneuver a
vehicle through.
The Man, dressed in rain gear, walks down the middle. He is
accompanied by a medium-sized LABRADOR, and seems in no
particular hurry.
The sound of tires appear and grow in intensity. The Man,
without saying an actual word, instructs the dog to heal.
The dog obeys as the Man moves off the road. The vehicle
hurtles past him -- its engine quiet, its windows darkened --
spraying muddy debris in its wake.
Seconds later, the car brakes abruptly and skids to a stop.
THE MAN:
Stops walking and stares at the car, which seems ominously
still.
The car then reverses direction and begins to move toward the
Man, who remains motionless.
When the car is alongside him, a darkened window turns
transparent and we see a WELL-DRESSED BUREAUCRAT in the rear
seat. His demeanor is pleasant and professional.
WELL-DRESSED BUREAUCRAT
Dr. Kelvin?
The Man he is addressing, who we now understand is CHRIS
KELVIN, stares back at him.
CUT TO:
INT. CABIN - DAY
The contrast between the cabin's rustic aesthetic and the
aggressively high-tech equipment contained therein isn't as
jarring as you might imagine.
Kelvin is seated in front of a desk, scrolling through a text
readout on a flat, transparent holographic screen. Behind
him is the Well-Dressed Bureaucrat from the car, and two
others:
A WOMAN in her 50s and a MAN in his 30s. They arealso well-groomed. Each of their suits are embroidered with
a small but distinctive LOGO of some sort that composes the
acronym DBA.
Kelvin scrolls through several menus, hits a few keys, and a
digitized VIDEO IMAGE appears on his screen: A MAN, unshaven,
looking into the camera.
The man, GIBARIAN, looks very tired and somewhat apologetic.
The lower part of the screen has a time of day and date
display that reads: 0221 HRS 11/14/31.
GIBARIAN:
We take off into the cosmos, ready
for anything:
solitude, hardship,exhaustion, death. We're proud of
ourselves, in a way. But our
enthusiasm is a sham. We don't
want to conquer the cosmos -- we
want to extend the boundaries of
Earth to the cosmos. We are only
seeking Man. We don't want Other
Worlds. We want mirrors.
(beat)
Maybe we don't need to know what it
is, or why. Maybe just knowing
that it is should be enough.
Gibarian stares at the camera for a long moment before
switching it off and ending the transmission.
Kelvin sits back.
The visitors exchange glances.
CUT TO:
INT. SPACE CAPSULE
Close on Kelvin. We hold on him a long time, as a myriad of
readouts scroll and flash across his face. A slit of
sunlight glides slowly through frame.
DISSOLVE TO:
KELVIN:
in the same capsule, a month later. He is asleep.
DISSOLVE TO:
KELVIN:
in the same capsule, two months later. He is dictating some
coordinates to Earth. He absently scratches his heavy growth
of beard.
DISSOLVE TO:
KELVIN:
two months later still. He is looking out his small,
rectangular window, and for the fist time we cut around to
see the approaching planet: SOLARIS.
Kelvin stares at it, hypnotized. It has a translucent
quality, as though it is lit from within, and its undulating,
ocean-like surface slowly changes colors.
Kelvin's attention is diverted as an orbiting ship, the
PROMETHEUS, edges into frame.
KELVIN:
Prometheus, this is Athena 7, on
approach, do you read me?
(beat)
Prometheus, this is Athena 7, on
approach, do you read me?
No response. He exhales and types on a keyboard.
EXT. SPACE
The Athena 7, sporting a DBA logo, advances toward the
Prometheus.
CUT TO:
INT. PROMETHEUS
Kelvin, in a space suit, climbs with some difficulty out of
the Athena 7, which has come to rest in the DOCKING BAY of
the Prometheus. Several exploratory PODS fill the remainder
of the area.
Kelvin gets his bearings and looks around, but sees no sign
of life.
CUT TO:
INT. CORRIDOR
Empty.
(NOTE:
Except for some ROBOTIC, NON-SPEAKING CHARACTERS: theAUTOMATED TASKMASTERS. These are small, bug-like repair
units that constantly roam the ship, fixing things. Their
tiny hum is virtually silent, and we see them all the time on
the Prometheus. They can adhere to any surface at any
angle.)
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