I am writing a horror movie and i am going through it and the dialogue (to my opinion) is weak and at time is inorganic. My charactors are moving the story along but there dialogue does not seem "real". How can i rectify this problem.
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I am writing a horror movie and i am going through it and the dialogue (to my opinion) is weak and at time is inorganic. My charactors are moving the story along but there dialogue does not seem "real". How can i rectify this problem.
Giles flips on the light switch.
There are piles of organ meats on the table.
GILES: I think I'm going to be sick.
==> Changed to
Giles flips on the light switch.
Giles looks at the table with the bloody knives and red organ meats lumped on the table.
He turns and starts to dry retch.
Again, in the right context, this may be appropriate. But looking at it, what is the real meat?MARY: Rachel will be coming over tonight.
TOM: Again?
MARY: Well, she's lonely since she broke up with Jeff.
TOM: Doesn't she have any other friends? I mean it is the third time this week.
MARY: Tom, we're her closest friends.
...
MARY: Rachel will be coming over tonight.
Tom closes his book and scowls at Mary. He stands and runs his fingers through his hair.
TOM: It's the third time this week.
MARY: (soothingly) She's lonely without Jeff.
Ship is shaking. The bulkheads are buckling.
TACTICAL: Captain, the shields are failing.
CAPTAIN: Now would be a good time to have the warp coils online!
ENGINEER (SPEAKER): The triquadric modulation chambers are tricky. I could blow the ship!
CAPTAIN: We're gonna blow if you don't, Andy. Do it!
The captain and cabin crew brace themselves and work at the control panels.
Ship floats as the alien armada hammer it with photonic volleys.
A final set of charges head for the ship.
Ship glows and explodes. A small hull plate hurtles past the lead armada ship.
TACTICAL: Captain, the shields are failing.
CAPTAIN: Andy, I need the warp coils online!
ENGINEER (SPEAKER): The ship will blow!
CAPTAIN: Do it!
....
Much as I enjoyed the 'conjunction junction' video, I think you're talking about contractions...
Conjunction Junction, what's your function?
EXT. CLEARING IN WOODS, CAMP FIRE - NIGHT
FADE IN
Three people sit around the campfire. GEORGE (35) is fat with greasy hair. Across from
him is ALFONZO (25) who is thin, tattooed and glances about anxiously. Between them
on an raised log sits ALEXA (30) with a stern appearance in ceremonial robes.
GEORGE pokes the fire with a stick.
GEORGE
What do you have planned for tonight, Alexa?
She gives a thin lipped smile. She stands and heads to a backpack leaning against a
nearby tree.
GEORGE and ALFONZO look to her.
ALFONZO
Will it be something scary or fun?
ALEXA returns with a pack of tarot cards and resumes her place.
ALEXA
Tonight we will perform a spell of augmentation.
ALFONZO's brows furl. He starts to speak but stops himself to avoid appearing stupid.
GEORGE
Augmentation?
Alexa leans in.
ALEXA
The spell will ... enhance us ... grant us powers.
She holds up the deck with slow, deliberate control and display.
George looks back and pokes at the fire.
GEORGE
Are you sure about this?! I just have
a bad feeling.
ALFONZO
George, you are such a worry wart.
Alfonzo gives small clucks like a chicken.
ALEXA
Alfonzo!
(to George)
Are you going to stay or go?
All eyes focus on George.
George heaves a deep sigh and tosses the stick in the campfire.
ALEXA
We each select a card. Then we focus our
thoughts through the cards as we recite
the mourning chant. The powers will flow
from the cards into us!
ALFONZO
Cool! We get powers!
George stares over at Alfonzo.
ALFONZO
What? Don't you think it's cool?
There's a moment of silence. Alexa holds out the pack of cards.
ALEXA
Who will choose first?
Alfonzo reaches out eagerly then pauses. He deliberates then
slowly pulls out a card and looks at it. His face turns chalk
white.
ALFONZO
It's a skull!
(to Alexa)
I'm not going to die now, am I?
ALEXA
No, you twit! It means the power of
the dark arts.
ALFONZO
Cooooooooool!
Alfonzo sits back, holding his chest out with a big grin across
his face.
George snorts, shakes his head at Alfonzo. Alexa holds the
cards across to him.
He hesitates, gulps and selects a card.
GEORGE
A bull?
ALEXA
The power of strength. Nice! Now mine.
Alexa sits back, closes her eyes and draws a card.
ALEXA
The panther. The dark stalker! (beat)
Once we do this, we will be much better
off. Now lets begin!
Each stares at their card with fixed concentration. The firelight
plays on their faces.
Alexa closes her eyes. Alfonzo follows. Hesitantly George does
the same.
They start chanting in unison.
At the pinnacle of the chanting, a flash of cinders shoots from the
campfire.
They stop and open their eyes in horror. Their mouths gape wide but
their voices are mute.
Alexa's body begins to shake as she jerks erect. She screams as her
clothes are ripped from her by invisible hands. Her skin goes pale,
her lips become blood red and her eyes blacken.
Like tendrils, the clothing of the Mistress slowly entwines around her.
George's eyes stare blankly as he begins to convulse. He falls over,
grabs his sides and rocks about in pain. He makes a mighty roar.
His clothes rip from him as his body swells. A zoot suit sprouts about
him as his demeanor becomes more relaxed.
Alfonzo's body is more rigid and marionette like. Pulled to its feet,
the body and face shift between expressions of pain and bemusement.
He covers his face with his hands. He removes them and reveals his face
painted like a skull. His clothes are dark and ill-fitting like an
undertaker's. A mask drops into place.
The FAT MAN (George) and VOODOO (Alfonzo) adjust themselves and look
to MISTRESS (Alexa).
She draws in a deep breath with closed eyes, opens them and smiles a
wicked smile.
MISTRESS
(slow, delicious delight)
Much better off!
The Mistress laughs wickedly as Fat Man and Voodoo smile and glance
between them.