week thirty four of twenty twenty three

histamines like these and their polliniferous allies constitute an axis of evil, arming to threaten the peace of the rabbit

quite a mild week. dropped some snaps off at snappy snaps. slept in the office. got drunk with some work people, hung out with a friend i’ve only known on-line before.

pitching a sequel to the gene wilder willy wonka movie called “Willy” starring Walton Goggins as Willy.

FADE IN:

EXT. LONDON CITY STREET -- NIGHT

Willy, destitute, haggard, leaning against a wall, checks
his cigarettes. There are none left.

He throws the empty pack on the pavement and pushes himself
up off the floor.

INT. LONDON CORNER SHOP -- NIGHT

Willy scratches some dirt out from under his nails while
he's second in line.

                          SHOPPER
             Alright have a good one, darling.

The shopper leaves and the shopkeep turns his attention to
Willy.

                          SHOPKEEP
             Well?

                          WILLY
             The litre of Four Roses Select and
             a pack of Marlboro Reds.

The shopkeep grabs the items off the shelf while speaking, not
looking back.

                          SHOPKEEP
             That everything?

                          WILLY
             Yep.
                  (pause)
             Nope.
                  (pause)

Willy grabs a Wonka bar from the point-of-sale. and throws it on
the counter...

                          WILLY (CONT'D)
             Yep.

The shopkeep scans the whiskey and cigarettes and Wonka bar.

                          SHOPKEEP
             Ahh. Wonka bars. So much better
             since they changed the recipe.

Outside Willy lights a ciggie, takes a bite of the bar and he makes a facial expression… we can’t tell if he hates it or he’s loves it and he’s furious about it. He throws the rest of the bar away. He cracks open his bourbon.

Later there’s a scene that’s in an encampment, like one of those San Francisco homeless encampments but it’s in London. All lit dark and orange light. And it’s inhabited entirely by Oompa-Loompas who’ve been replaced by automation. They’re all pretty young (Oompa-Loompas only live until they’re about 30, and have kids around 10-12 years old) nobody recognizes Willy except for one old Oompa-Loompa who cranes around slowly ”…Wonka?”

Of course, Willy doesn’t know his name. But the old Oompa-Loompa looks him in the eyes and can see he now knows what it’s like to be treated like you’re worth nothing. Sometime around here maybe you learn that Willy can’t use his surname because it’s trademark and copyright of the Wonka corporation. The old Oompa-Loompa lets him know he can stay, but he has to pull his weight. If you want to eat, you cook for others, etc. Each according to his ability, to each according to his needs kind of lesson. Anyway it’s an absolute banger of a movie if anyone knows Walt Goggins and any of the Warner Brothers and could get this in front of them.

I was meant to go and see some friends at the weekend, but instead I napped for a thousand hours and played Cyberpunk 2077 while listening to the new Blockback. I’m going to continue doing that now. Thanks.