Yellow Lipstick, Yellow Hair

In an effort to win a bit of our old presence on the web, a new podcast has been added, so be sure to check it out.

I've started writing something very strange. Yellow Lipstick, Yellow Hair is the title of a new screenplay I'm writing - by myself. Phil is to script edit it when I have a rough draft. Carmelo (the producer of Beware the Stingray) is keen to do a no-budget feature and has offered his HD equipment so I will be shooting the movie before the end of March and editing throughout the year (between websites).

In a futuristic world where more than 10 minutes of sunlight spells certain death, 3 strangers; an animist, a naturist and a paranoid neurotic spend their 4 week government-allocated holiday mooching around indoors.

There's a little bit more to mooching around, but in the present draft - it's mooching around. I'll be podcasting a script session soon. So stay tuned.

Comments

Graeme Watson said…

It sounds neat -

I love the idea of being locked inside with compannions you didn't choose.

(Suddenly I'm reminded of working at Star Cruises)

Hope it comes to life.

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