Tuesday, 26 March 2013

MUMBAI MANTRA SUNDANCE INSTITUTE SCREENWRITER'S LAB DAY 1




DAY 1: Screenwriter’s Lab.

The morning sky is divine.

But I have earthly things to mull over.

Anticipation is at a peak.

Will the eminent advisors be kind?

Will I be able to accept somebody pointing out the blemishes in my baby? (All creative art is like having a baby; you labour; you take the pains and you produce a bawling thing which takes a shape of its own after a while; sometimes to grow in someone else’s hands)

Would someone go one step further and call my baby ugly?

Daunting thoughts!

The tight regime leaves me with very little time to flagellate myself with self doubts. And the sumptuous breakfast helps me forget what’s in store.
There’s a camaraderie which has already set in among us fellows and that’s a great relief. Neha, Terrie and I already share a special bond. My sisters in writing.
 

Aparna shows the other side of herself. The smiling, welcoming, warm Aparna is almost replaced by the swift, firm ‘Hitler didi’. I love the change in her. I have to play the nagger everyday with my kids, so I’m luxuriating in getting mothered for a change!
Next stop is the Lehar Screening Room where we are going to see a documentary, “Waldo Salt:A Screenwriter’s Journey”. This screening is only for the Fellows while the Advisors meet to plot our fate for the day.
Waldo Salt is the writer of ‘Midnight Cowboy’ and ‘Coming Home’.
Waldo Salt, in the present, is shown addressing students and he quotes Picasso, “Art is the elimination of the unnecessary”. Whoa! I understand Picasso (Most times I don’t really understand his paintings, though I absolutely love La Guernica)
But how would I know how to eliminate the unnecessary when I don’t know what is necessary?
Waldo Salt’s life and journey as a writer is so inspiring and moving. A writer with leftist, socialist leanings in America, who is ostracised for being a communist.
Sigh! You can abolish slavery but not prejudice!!!
Waldo is practically jobless, but he has to write. He ghost writes. Meanwhile Stalin’s brand of Communism shatters his Utopian leftist beliefs.It takes a long time to overcome the crumbling of one’s ideals. But get up Waldo does, and how! He makes a come back with the poignant Midnight Cowboy. Absolutely unforgettable!
What a journey!
What a correct note to start the Lab with!
Write against all odds. Write period.
And so armed with our dreams we disperse to look for the advisor who would be our Guru for the next 2 hours.
 
BILL WHEELER: (The Hoax, The Cape, The Reluctant Fundamentalist): “Empowering”
 
Bill finds for us a comfortable place at the other end of the breakfast table. Bill’s blue-grey eyes smile at me kindly. I hear Michelle’s voice in my head, “Remember! Ask the right question”. But all I can come up with is whether he has taken any anti-histamines (he has a bad cold). He replies politely and then comes to ‘Tribhanga’. He reminds me that our talk is going to be a series of ‘thought experiments’. The description is so apt and so exciting. The visual of all my thoughts in a test tube comes to my head.  He asks me why I wanted to write this particular screenplay, what was the personal inspiration behind my characters. He listens very intently. I’m amazed at how easily I can crystallize my thoughts in his presence. But what amazes me even more is how deeply he feels for and how perfectly he understands the very Indian women in my script. I don’t need to explain the cultural nuances.
He’s on my side! I’m relieved.
He goads me into thinking of some of the points which he thinks could be fleshed out further, a relationship which needs to be emphasized. He asks me to write the 5 key scenes in my film script. I begin very surely and then start thinking of so many scenes, there are so many. But he’s very clear- only five.
I feel like a Masterchef contestant facing a pressure test. If I say garlic, will I be out of Masterchef?
Finally I agree on the 5 scenes that are all important to my narrative. As I look at them I realise that I could have chosen some others.
I’m thoroughly confused. Bill realises that I require some time to assimilate my thoughts. He leaves me alone to get some juice for himself (As a writer you are never alone, you always have your characters to keep you company- your little thought experiments!)
Bill returns. We talk about us, generally, for awhile. He is a very committed father so immediately we have a lot to discuss. Then he brings me back to some of the cinematic devices used in my screenplay. Ah! The purpose of what we write is to see it on screen.
In my screenplay, a film that has been made based on a book written by one of my protagonists,is used in two crucial scenes. Bill draws my attention to how little I have used this potent device. He asks me to think of other scenes that could be shown in the film within my film. I come up with two more situations. Bill likes the choices I’ve made. I realise the thoroughness with which Bill has read my screenplay, how much he has thought of each and every aspect of my writing. My heart fills with gratitude.
I’m not trying to demean our brethren in the Industry, but most people are interested only in criticising, and not very constructively. They’d rather put you down, than help you rise. The critics are no better. They have their favoured cliques and nothing remotely critical is ever written about ‘friends’. They usually pander to the Stars or Star directors and producers. It is so rare to find a person who is discussing, almost dissecting your writing, WITHOUT MALICE. Bill never once praises himself or puts down anybody else’s work. We are part of a very sacred discussion. He is an  advisor/mentor,  but shares his experiences with me as if my work is on par with his. I am completely humbled and thankful for this experience.
The session is over. I feel sad. I want it to continue. I don’t know whether I have thanked Bill enough. If I were Japanese, some elaborate bowing would have shown him how I felt. But we have to break for an hour for lunch because the next session is going to begin immediately after.
Bhookhe pet bhajan na hoye Gopala!
A sumptuous lunch awaits us. What a lucky bunch of Fellows we are; food for thought and food for nourishment in abundance. Both in conjunction is really rare.
One by one the advisors and Fellows stream into the lunch room. Some have an extra zing to their strides, others have slowed down a bit, some haven’t taken a break, but continue the session at lunch (Neha and sweet, warm Sabrina Dhawan are  discussing Neha’s screenplay ‘Forgiven’, they only pause their exchanges for quick bites of food). Some mull, some chew, some laugh, some think. Michelle, Paul, Rohit and Aparna are talking to each Fellow, trying to make sure that nobody is unnerved, battered or bruised by the discussion in any way. The clatter of cutlery soon overtakes all other sounds.
Before we know it, it’s time for our next session.
 
JOSHUA MARSTON:(Maria Full Of Grace, New York I Love You, Forgiveness of Blood) “Empirical”
 
Joshua’s steel grey eyes look straight at me. Unlike Bill he doesn’t take charge of the discussion right away. I try and think of a good question to ask but nothing seems to come to me. Then he asks about how I came about these characters and what I felt the theme was. I answered that as succinctly as possible. Then he asks me what my story is!
Er…um....story? Er… I seem to have forgotten to write it...I don’t seem to have one in a...umm... straightforward way.
Any which way will do!
Er…..ok…. And I proceed to tell him the story as I see it briefly.
He stops me and says that he doesn’t get a sense of the story I’m telling him now from the screenplay I’ve written.
The 10kms of rough patch before coming to the Resort seems rosy compared to what is happening to my stomach now!
What do I do? I don’t have a story! What am I doing here?
He tells me that any story has to have the main protagonist/s want something, somebody has to stop them from getting what they want and in the end they need to either get it or not get it! Simple!
Simple? I haven’t been able to do such a simple thing. Do I have the right to call myself a screenwriter?
I offer lamely that I concentrate more on the characters and theme rather than the story.
He tells me of three approaches to writing a screenplay, 1) Start with a story, write the appropriate characters and then arrive at the theme or 2) Think of a theme, then write the story and then arrive at the appropriate characters or 3) Write the characters, think of a theme and then write a story.
I identify my screenplay with number 3)
But he reminds me bluntly that I still have no story.
Whew! There can’t be any further discussion really. Unless I write a story how am I going to discuss this script with anyone?
I feel like a student who has come for an Arithmetic test without learning her Math tables.
Joshua then asks me to imagine various stories using my characters. Putting them in the weirdest situations and completing 10 different stories. In the first one I am to imagine that Anu (my main protagonist) wants to buy a house.In the next one Anu wants something else. With each new story Joshua keeps asking me questions about what my characters would do next to bring that particular story to rest. Wow! I get to know my characters inside out. What an exercise that is! What a worthwhile exercise that is for all writing!
I am exhausted emotionally! I feel as if I have just given a very tough and intense viva and haven’t really done very well.
Joshua suggests a few films I could see which could give me a perspective on my screenplay (should I call it that?)
I thank him. I am gutted. The only time Joshua smiles is when he tells me to forget about Anu trying to buy a house. He says that’s a horrible idea. Yup! Right!
I can see the long, arduous distance I have to travel before I can convert my ‘writing’ into even a semblance of a screenplay.
I walk towards the screening room trying to avoid everyone’s gaze. I know I’ll cry if someone as much as talks to me kindly.
I bury myself in the arms of the large chair in the screening room.
They are showing Kavanjit’s short film “Jagjeet” and Abhijit’s short film “Vanishing point”
“Jagjeet”is about the effect of the 1984 riots, when thousands of Sikhs were massacred, on a survivor who’s best friend’s family has lost their lives brutally. What an effective, moving short it is. I am feeling really low and vulnerable emotionally. I am trying my best not to bawl my heart out. Why are people so cruel? Does anything justify the killing of innocents? It's a beautifully created film. To capture the pain of the massacre on a shoe string budget and in such a short screen time is an amazing feat.Well done Kavanjit.
My hyperactive emotions are kept in check by Abhijit’s film “Vanishing Point”. A very well shot and smartly conceived film about a film director’s recce along with his cameraman buddy which goes terribly wrong. There’s a bit of a mystery to it when a turbanned villager keeps appearing before him time and again throughout his journey. Is the journey real or is it an illusion? There’s a point in the film where the director’s having a bad high (or coming out of it, I’m not sure)He gets a panic attack and doubts whether he can ever direct anything! It is uncannily similar to the fear that I am having about my writing. Except that I’m not high on any substance and the possibility that I can’t write is really very real.
As we return for dinner, to the comfort of good food, we Fellows exchange notes about the 1st day of the Lab. Most are really pleased with the day. I am devastated. But Pratim looks positively ravaged. We all try to cheer him up.
It’s amazing how you forget your own troubles when you are helping others out of theirs!
Dinner is a time for reflection rather than revellery and the beautiful stars cast their magic.
But the night’s not over yet.
We see a film written by Bill and discuss it. To see one of our mentors in a position where his work is being judged and yet accepting all the criticism with grace makes me feel very small. There’s so much to learn!
It is way past our bedtime by the time the discussion actually gets over and we return to our rooms.
I’m missing my babies so much.
I sleep like a log till suddenly I’m wide awake at 4 am. I’ve just seen the house Anu wants to buy! I’m grinning like an idiot. Of all the stories that Joshua made me go through, I remember the weirdest. I understand why each one of us Fellows have to go through our trial by fire and come out of it polished, enriched,and purified.
Kabir says it so well:
                “Guru kumhaar shishya kumbh hai
                    Gadhi gadhi kaadhe khot
                     Antar haath sahaar de
                      Baahir maare chot”
Thank you Bill, thank you Joshua.
Back to dreams of the house that Anu built.
Tomorrow? Day 2 of course J  J

 

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