Did you ever notice that time flies on an amazing speed whenever you are drowning in work?

The last days were in a way truly frustrating. Not because of the other work I have to do (challenging but interesting would be the best way to describe it) but because of the missing time to sit down, think about the screenwriting book and its wisdom of words and get something started. Or continued. And as an added bonus I didn’t have the time or the energy to think about interesting topics I could write about. You know, that stuff you don’t read elsewhere.

Regarding A ROBOT’S DREAM and (its) storyI came to the conclusion that the next step in my 3D project must be to nail one elemental thing down: the genre.

It might

Opening Scene

by Gunther Heinrich, 5 Mar 2008 in The Movie & Me

INT. CARLOS’ WAREHOUSE – DAY

A squeamishly dressed man in his forties lights a cigarette. He takes a deep drag as the faint clouds fan him and fill the air of the dirty room.

FRANK

Well, well. Quite a nice place you have prepared for me. And this for me. A guy with thinning hair and a good dress, simply wanting to go home. But who am I saying this, you already know that by seeing me, aren’t ya?

Frank pleasurably takes another drag and pauses for a moment.

FRANK

Shit. This means my talking is unnecessary. Redundant. And you know what? Redundant is simply another word for irrelevant. When you hit a certain point it is almost impossible to be not redundant. And it is the same with humans.

Franks wants to …