Synopsis: Oliver Stone's homage to 1960s rock group The Doors also doubles as a biography of the group's late singer, the "Electric Poet" Jim Morrison. The movie follows Morrison from his days as a film student in Los Angeles to his death in Paris, France at age 27 in 1971. The movie features a tour-de-force performance by Val Kilmer, who not only looks like Jim Morrison's long-lost twin brother, but also sounds so much like him that he did much of his own singing. It has been written that even the surviving Doors had trouble distinguishing Kilmer's vocals from Morrison's originals.
Actors: Val Kilmer, Meg Ryan, Kyle MacLachlan, Frank Whaley
Production: Sony Pictures Home Entertainment
  3 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.2
Metacritic:
62
Rotten Tomatoes:
54%
R
Year:
1991
140 min
387 Views

FADE IN:

INT. RECORDING STUDIO (LAST SESSION) - LA DEC 1970 - NIGHT

A dark silence hovers along the deserted, bunker-like studio.

MIKE stands and booms shadow a grand piano...

The ENGINEER waits in the booth, lit, alert man, bored,

fiddling...

ENGINEER:

Hey Jim, It's your birthday man,

whaddaya say we try this another

night...

Camera moving tentatively along the shadows, discovering the

sidelight on a Navy surplus pea jacket thrown on a chair;

moving to a candle's orange flutter on pages written with

verse... a hand breaking the seal of the bottle of Irish

Bushmill's whiskey.

VOICE:

(off)

Kill the lights a little more, will

ya John?

They might drop a bit more... Camera crawling past the FINGERS

weaving a new cigarette out of the Marlboro pack. An ashtray

full of butts... and an asthmatic horrid cough, filled with

phlegm... crawling up the slight paunch in the bright jersey

with #66 on it... stitched on the sleeve is the team mascot --

an American Indian in full headdress.

ENGINEER:

(off)

Hey man, how come the Doors aren't

in on this?

Camera revealing JAMES DOUGLAS MORRISON, -- 27, poet, buried

in the shadows, curls of cigarette smoke about his haunted

sensuous eyes, meditative lips scragged with beard and long

greasy hair, not a pretty sight, yet a man full and bold and

struggling for survival through his words... beneath the

Bushmill moon, he takes the tambourine and shakes it violently

in our face

JIM:

No music, No Doors. Let's roll... Is

everybody in?... Is Everybody in?...

Is everybody in? The ceremony is

about to begin...

He shakes a TAMBOURINE at the mike and one of his sudden

giant Indian YELLS rock through the studio.

JIM:

WAKE UP!!!! HAS THIS DREAM STOPPED!!!!

Music riffs from "American Prayer". AUDIENCE SOUNDS ghostly

on the track. The ENGINEER reeling backwards from the sudden

shift in sound, cursing silent.

JIM VOICE:

Let me tell you about the heartache

and the loss of God Wandering

wandering in hopeless night Indian's

scattered on dawn's highway bleeding

ghosts crowd the young childs fragile

eggshell mind...

(wind sounds)

The GRIN on Jim's face magnesium flares out to:

EXT. ARIZONA DESERT - DAY (1940'S)

The blinding YELLOWNESS of the desert, so barren, so hot it

stings to look at. An OLD CHEVROLET winds through the yellow-

orange landscape beneath a brooding blue SKY crackling with

ELECTRICITY -- the storm coming in in the distance as the

MUSIC writhes out at us like a reptile from under a rock --

the beat of RIDERS ON THE STORM.

DOORS SONG:

Riders on the storm (2)

Into this house we're born

Into this world we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out on loan

Riders on the storm

CREDITS ROLL, OVER THIS DREAMSCAPE

JIM VOICE:

(continues over imagery)

...me and my mother and father and

grandmother and grandfather were

driving through the desert at dawn

and a truckload of Indian workers

had either hit another car or just --

I don't know what happened... Indians

were scattered all over the highway

bleeding to death.

INT. CAR - DAY

MOM, DAD, the youngest BABY in the front seat -- pointing at

the storm.

GRANDMA & GRANDAD in the back with JIM, about 4 and his

SISTER, 3 asleep.

Mom's a beauty and Dad's an austere handsome military man in

civilian clothes, mouthing words -- look, wake them up, a

desert storm... but we barely hear

A LIGHTNING BOLT shreds the blue sky with a thunderous sound,

frightening dawn of creation...

Grandma nudging Jim awake. His eyes open --

Just as the car turns the bend -- revealing

An overturned TRUCK lying in the road -- dead and wounded

INDIANS everywhere... A cop car, ambulance. A terrible

accident...

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Randall Jahnson

Randall Jahnson is an American writer, director and producer. His works include Dudes, The Doors, The Mask of Zorro, Sunset Strip, and episodes of the HBO TV series Tales from the Crypt. Jahnson also directed music videos for Stan Ridgway, Henry Rollins, Black Flag, and Minutemen. In the 1987, he launched the independent record label Blue Yonder Sounds in Los Angeles. The label released four albums: Civilization and Its Discotheques by The Fibonaccis, Bigger than Breakfast by Slack, Three Gals, Three Guitars by The Del Rubio Triplets, and Motel Cafe by Michael C. Ford. more…

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