The Doors Page #3
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- Year:
- 1991
- 140 min
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JIM, in torn black chinos, no shirt, walking real slow past
it all, carrying a notebook of his own and a paperback of
Baudelaire, his eyes settling on...
A YOUNG BEAUTY and her yellow labrador -- a fashionable thin,
long, red-haired "20th century fox" in jeans moving through
the crowd...
He thinks about it -- a fraction of eternity -- and he's
off... after her.
She moves along its banks, as if the universe moved to her
rhythm, turning once to look back. Jim caught in her eyes.
They're alone. Now he's the one seized by doubt. He slows,
pretends to take another interest.
DOORS SONG:
She holds her head so high
Like a statue in the sky
Her arms are wicked
And her legs are long
When she moves
My brain screams out this song
EXT. VENICE CANAL - ANOTHER CANAL - DAY
As she turns into another street, he resumes following her.
She gets to a house, goes in. There's a group of people
partying. He stops, watches.
DOORS SONG:
Sidewalk crouches at her feet
Like a dog that begs for something sweet
Do you hope to make her see you, fool?
Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel?
EXT. PAMELA'S HOUSE - VENICE CANAL - THAT EVENING
The two story house has a quaint run-down charm. Friends
have dropped by, people smoking joints, beers.
She's on the upstairs balcony -- talking with a YOUNG MAN
(professor type) in his 30's, who passes her a joint.
JIM lurks in the shadows of the trees; he's been standing
outside watching... The MUSIC shifts to the quieter LOVE
STREET.
DOORS SONG:
She lives on Love Street
Lingers long on Love Street
She has a house and garden
I would like to see what happens
The YOUNG MAN gestures, and goes back inside the house. She's
alone now on the balcony, sitting on a kitchen table...
It's now or never. Jim scales the tree alongside the house
with the agility of a gymnast.
DOORS SONG:
She has robes and she has monkeys
She has wisdom and knows what to do
She has me and she has you
The girl's grinding up pot in an old shoebox with a spoon
and kitchen strainer. She looks up and sees his crotch three
feet from her face, balanced there effortlessly on the railing
like a highwire act, opens her mouth in surprise.
Jim drops softly to the balcony, a smile of disarming
gentleness.
JIM:
Hi...
GIRL:
Wow! Hi...
(looking at the tree)
You have a problem with doors?
JIM:
Waste of time...
His head cocked slightly onto his left shoulder, he drawls,
southern gentleman, polite, slow, thoughtful as if he had
all the time in the world, as if the guy would never come
back.
JIM:
I followed you... from the beach...
GIRL:
(impressed)
Wow! You followed me? Why?
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