Tunnel of Projected Love
Posted: 27 July 2003
Word Count: 367
Summary: A very short film
TUNNEL OF PROJECTED LOVE
Int. Train. Day
A man and a woman sit opposite each other. They notice each other and there is a coy attraction. She attempts to read a book but is distracted by him.
When she looks up she catches his eye, he looks away. She stares at him, when he turns back she buries her head in her book. He reads a newspaper.
When the train rattles through a tunnel the noise of the engine becomes louder. The screen goes completely black. Teh shock of daylight bursts onto the screen. We are no longer in the train instead the man and woman from the carriage are walking through the park, hand in hand very much a romantic couple. They stop by a river and kiss passionately. The scene jumps to the same couple sharing a meal, then making love. Cut to them fighting, there is no sound but we see their torrid emotions as they rip into each other. They cry. The women is lying in bed and a baby is delivered. It is lifted up high. We see them playing with a small child and holding yet another baby. Soon they are surrounded by children and it is evident they have aged. They both look very tired. He is fed up and bored. She goes to kiss him, he turns away.
The action slows down to a normal pace. He sits alone onthe sofa staring at the TV. She sits on another sofa staring at him.
FX: All the while the rattle of the train can be heard like a heavy duty trance soundtrack.
The train comes out of the tunnel, all is bright and calm the rattling subsides.
The train stops at the next station. Close up of woman, she seems agitated and has quickened her breathing. The man leans forward.
Excuse me, do you have the time.
She looks up at him, horrifed.
No! No.. I don't.
She quickly gathers her things together and gets off the train. He watches her go then catches the eye of another woman who smiles at him. The train lurches forward once more and the man goes back to reading his paper.
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