The Doors Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1991
- 140 min
- 1,321 Views
SONG:
Girl you gotta love your man (2)
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The car pulling away across the giant 1940's landscape
DISSOLVING TO:
EXT. ARIZONA DESERT - DAY (1963)
SUBTITLE READS:
ARIZONA DESERT, 1963. CREDITS CONTINUE TOROLL.
Panning up the black chino pants to JIM MORRISON, now 20,
steel seaman's suitcase in hand, thumbing a ride, the road
sign behind him saying "Los angeles 370 miles"
SONG:
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Girl you gotta love your man
A LARGE LIZARD in the dust c*cks its head, blinks, as the
boots walk by to the car pulling over.
INT. CAR
JIM in the backseat packed with HUSBAND, WIFE, CHILDREN,
DOG, MOTHER-IN-LAW. Between boy and man, eyes ancient and
new. He wears his favorite color: black -- torn black chinos,
paint-spotted black t-shirt, a slouch his favorite pose but
the eyes and smile can be warm and shy like a little boy,
gentle surface, storm in the brain.
The HUSBAND, now looking at Jim a little nervously, pushes
up the Perry Como on the radio... as it cuts to a sudden
news flash:
RADIO:
Depository. We repeat. President
John F. Kennedy was shot a few minutes
ago in Dallas!
SLOW MOTION:
The Husband's face distorting, saying somethingon the track like: "What! God NO!" but it's subdued, low.
Trying other stations.
Jim turns to look out his window, as if he already knew.
RADIO:
(2nd VOICE)
...taken to Parkland Memorial
Hospital. There's no word on the
President's condition. Mrs. Kennedy
is...
The WIFE'S and HUSBAND'S VOICES seem lost in the background.
WIFE & HUSBAND
Oh God, Oh God. Not the President
for Christ's sake. Oh God -- WHO'S
NEXT?
On Jim -- staring out the window. "Who's next!"
SONG:
Riders on the storm (4)
On the DESERT.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. VENICE BOARDWALK - LOS ANGELES - DAY (1965)
SUBTITLE READS:
VENICE, CALIFORNIA 1965CREDITS continue to their conclusion as we segue into the
BLUENESS of VENICE, CALIFORNIA, 1965 -- the dawn of a new
age. All was possible.
Individual SHOTS of the BOARDWALK throbbing with a feast of
HIPPIES, head shops, ARTISTS drawing psychedelic murals, POT
SMOKERS, MUSCLE BUILDERS, tambourines accompanying the
transister radios on the Beach Boys and "I Got You Babe",
dogs chasing frisbees, BIKINI BODIES on the beach, LSD sold
over the counter... set to the upbeat chords of HELLO I LOVE
YOU:
DOORS SONG:
Hello I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello I love you
Let me jump in your game
She's walking down the street
Blind to every eye she meets
Do you think you'll be the guy
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