In Thailand, perhaps.
In Thailand, perhaps. Somewhere tropical. Bus arrives.
Close up of Goldie Hawn and Meryl Streep crossing a bridge on foot. They look back towards the bus and smile at a fat, overloaded guy creeping across the embankment, comically struggling in the heat.
Cut to other famous faces, most of them arguing about silly things. One of those supporting actors you see popping up again and again is especially over the top. The music is light hearted, but then stops. There is tension. Heart beats. Celebrities turning around to stare at something behind the camera.
The fat man is still creeping across the embankment, when a shot rings out and he collapses. We see Jeff Bridges, white long hair, holding a rifle, his expression doesn’t give anything away. Was he the one who shot?
More shots are fired in the distance and Bridges starts running. Out of the woods a bunch of natives with guns come running. Did they see him? Did they see me?
“Run!” shouts Bridges, and I do as I’m told. The music is thunderous. Primal beats.
We are out of sight, but decide to keep running. If they didn’t see us, we’re safe, it they did, they’ll get here soon. We run and run along a river. I see one of the natives in the water, being carried down stream. Did he fall in? Is he reconnoitering? Did he see us? I only see the back of his head, so I guess not.
It starts raining.
Bridges tells me to comb back my hair using the rain water. I don’t know why, but I don’t ask. Maybe to look more like the natives?
We stop briefly on a small crest under a large tree to catch our breath, but quickly resume our running, driven on by the drumming in the air. I suddenly realize where I am. “I’ve seen this trailer”, I shout, “It looks great!”
Bridges shouts back, “What?”
I try again. “I’ve seen this trailer! Should be an exciting film!”
Bridges replies, “Yeah! The cast is great!”
Just as he says this, I catch a glimpse of letters floating in the river. Cool effect, just miss the name of the director. White, smokey letters in the stream form the words: Brad Pitt. Jeremy Irons. Jeff Bridges. A few others I can’t properly make out.
“I just can’t remember the title!” I shout. Bridges just replies “Yeah!” Either didn’t hear me or doesn’t care. But larger letters than before spell out “BLINT”. And we make a final leap and plunge into the river. The screen goes black.
