Punkt

A Short Film

Woman with short hair dancing praying tribal dance. Very sexual. She is looking up into the lense in the sky.
My voice, “she must masturbate before shooting this scene”
Men grab her body parts with tribal sounds from four corners of frame.
Bears and men walking in fluid zig zag ways towards the horizon
Voice over it says “the lights help with the airwaves” (a silent whisper like thought to myself)
Spirals of women with black hair and naked doing dance all the way up a mountain
United lift upper half of their bodies in a hop.
Voice says “probly dislocated every bone in their bodies”
Woman in centre dressed in pink and white clownish suit not doing same dance but she changes it up as the helicopter shot zooms in through the bodies to her at the top and in the middle of a circle of jugglers and acrobats.
Waves rise. Black. Electricity is being shot down from heaven. Climax about to happen
Man in tribal wear tells himself that he has to join the dance.
He is alone.
Runs out to a landscape.
Realizes he can transform into the elements.
Jumps off cliff.
Slaves from another planet work in mine.
There is marble shaped like perfect houses in the face of the cliff with perfcct windows.
Man falls into sand pit in the shape of rectangle
Transform into the marble
Same man in bathtub.
Says, “I am Welsly Clark. I have always known that”
He is being consumed by the water pouring next to him.
releases a plastic bottle in his hand and is back in normal size
He is at table with two men and a woman and asks what snake eyes are.
After some experiments, one man takes out a dice and twirls it.
The other man taps table with his finger to make it fall on three.
One is visible at the top.
Twirls again.
Clark controls first dice with a handful of other dice.
Woman gives him a ride.
Man sneaks up behind him in the car. There is glass separating them.
Man morphs into the glass
And voice says that he will get out of it.
A shot is fired
The bullet is followed to Clark’s head.
He entire body is blown up.
Woman worries.
Man reforms his body on the walls of an executive suite.
Amber colours.
First reforms them by producing two-d images on wall.
Then talks to woman as he replaces wooden letters on wall.
Says, “because he also has a life to live,” referring to the man who shot him.
I wake up, and say, “I think I’ll go for a run today.”
The beauty of conscious choice.
Blink by Malcolm Gladwell
Shot of Napoleon at Austerlitz with his General Staff watching every facial expression he makes and therefore controlling the whole war through his most inner thoughts.
One blink changes the course of history.