Trapped, frustrated and isolated, for one disturbing, slow night these two main characters find that they have more in common than they think. Forced to rummage for research in London's City district for his new screenplay, here, we find human anguish mixed with quiet disbelief. This, a sobering experience of a subject with mixed emotions of her childhood past and future prospects spilling over the precipice of sanity. Haunted by her own personal bogeyman and hidden demons, as the screenwriter is forced to hide in the bedroom cupboard and slowly watch the unraveling of a woman lost, tormented and pained. Written by
a screenwriter is watching his main character come to life.
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[Said after bumping into each other on street corner
Can you watch where you're going?
Can I watch where I'm going? Oh yeah, that is just so typical of your type.
My type? Some fucking gentleman you are.
Well maybe if you behaved like a lady, you'd get treated like one.
What! Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Who the fuck do you think you are? Why don't you just piss off you tosser.
References Midnight Cowboy
Composed by Antonio Vivaldi
Performed by Helen Heran Kim See more