Over the past 9 or so months I’ve been working closely with the Renz Film Project team, in particular the director, my sister, Gabrielle Ortega to write the screenplay/script for the short film. It’s been both a learning experience and a massive raise in my self-worth, or rather, a raise in my self-confidence in writing.
It’s a film about many thing, and I’d do it an injustice trying to explain it, but the site is there for a reason and if you’re interested, there’s at least a few hours worth of images and text for you to experience and learn all about the planet Renz and its’ poor, sad inhabitants.
The part were I fit in, more than any other part, is in the “script read” area.
Most of the scenes are present, however there are a few yet unfinished.
Here’s an excerpt from one of the first scenes in the movie where two characters are introduced and the atmosphere that exists throughout the story is set.
EXT. HAAS VILLAGE. NIGHT.
At the center of a village the silhouette of a short figure
stands before a long, harrowing flight of stairs. At the end
of the crisscrossing stairs sits a hovel consisting of
three structures stacked together. The silhouette is of an
anthro-porcine child. A Haasling with a pot-belly, a stocky
neck and muscular arms.
ANOUK, twelve maybe eleven, gazes upwards at the long walk
before him as the natural walls of the village stab high
into the stars. His large eyes are dewy and sore from
weeping. He rubs at his wrists, raw from being bound, and
frowns as a recent memory continues to irk him.
The Haasling steps forward, and up the long flight of poorly
fashioned stairs made from a dark-brown lumber with twigs
and reeds fastened inside for extra stability. As Anouk
finally reaches the entrance to the great hut, he is met by
a large hide curtain crafted from many different leathers.
Anouk moves the curtain aside and steps in.
INT. KASBIL’S HUT. NIGHT.
Anouk is inside the den, stepping lightly and looking about
the shadowy interior. In the middle of the hut sits a small
lime-green fire pit lined with pale, spherical rocks. It crackles warmly but somehow the fire hasn’t the strength to burn away the darkness permeating the hut. He steps in and creeps slowly, clearly he’s nervous.
Two small skinned-corpses of unknown origin hang from the
upper support beams of the hut, they both seem to bare some
kind of physical deformity, as if the dweller of the hut is
drawn to the mutates and freaks of the species. Anouk sees
something round and soft within the shadows, he moves closer
and begins to poke it.
KASBIL grunts loudly as he awakens, throwing over an old
clay bowl. It smacks the floor resonantly!
Anouk whimpers as he starts, backing away quickly and hiding
behind a clay pot that features many differing visages of
Abaddon as Kasbil leans forward and comes into the light and
(His voice comes across as
raspy and aged very poorly –
Irritated, he was awoken by
Anouk. He grumbles as he
inspects Anouk peering over
You’re the little shit that’s been
causing the troubles? Come. Step
Anouk wishes not to look upon the disfigured mass that is
the Grand Boar. He begins to cautiously walk towards Kasbil,
stopping just shy of his reach. Anouk stares at the decrepit
Kasbil seems old, so very old, and rendered frail by time
and the cruelty of the jungle.
He leisurely leans forward to a seated position. Moving his
body from a soft cushion that forms part of a large daybed
held into place by wires reaching from the ceiling. Many
more wires extend throughout the ceiling, all pointing in
Anouk finds his eyes wandering towards the old haas’ legs.
Both having undergone amputations – one above the knee, the
other, halfway up his thigh. Due to the fact that he’s
unable to walk, the wires around his hut serve as his main
source of transportation.
Kasbil’s body is covered with bones pierced through his
nipples and upper stomach regions. He wears a skull around
his neck – the only one like it in his hut – his most valued
treasure. He has many tattoos on his old saggy flesh but one
stuck out amongst the others, a third eye tattooed on his
forehead. The eye of Sa’dah, which represented a 6th sense,
it was only tattooed on those who where said to possess the
ability to tell the future and heal wounds.
Kasbil was the village’s sage and medicine-man, wise and
wicked in equal parts. Declaring himself their leader, the
eldest male – chosen of Abaddon – the Grand Boar.
Yes. The others have told me.
Anouk… is your name.
Anouk remains silent.
(Sternly, but lacking any kind
You are old enough now to
understand the Ways, Anouk. The
stores must be carefully
maintained, just as our Lord
There is a pause.
Why did you take what was not yours?
(He seems afraid to stare at one
spot on Kasbil’s body for too long
– Softly, but with a hint of
Sancid was hungry… He hadn’t eaten in a week. He is the
youngest of us, and he’s…
It is not your job to feed your
The fire erupts!
Hopefully you enjoyed that, the rest is on the site!