05 May 2010 ~ 1 Comment

Loco in Yokohama, the movie: Scene 4: It’s fucking genius!

FADE IN 

INT. TOMOMI AND JUNICHIRO’S APARTMENT – NIGHT 

We see a closeup of the same screen shot we faded out from: Can you be more Japanese? Loco’s latest post. We can hear a male voice reading the post aloud and laughing.  We pull back, to reveal it’s Junichiro reading aloud from Loco’s blog. 

JUNICHIRO 

(Alternating respectively between a high-

pitched mock female voice and his own) 

Well, listen, Darling. Your boyfriend over there, my A.D., 

he told me you could do this, and you told me you could 

do this, so I just want you to do what you promised me you’d do… 

I…I don’t understand 

You don’t understand… 

Ok. Let me break it down: If we don’t get this take,

and I mean right fucking now, I promise you

the only work you’ll ever get will be with TT Boy and 

his friends doing Bukkake all over your

pretty fucking face. Do you understand that? 

Junichiro howls with laughter and falls out of his chair. While on the floor… 

JUNICHIRO 

It’s fucking genius! 

FADE OUT 

FADE IN TITLE 

It’s fucking genius! 

FADE OUT TITLE 

FADE IN 

The apartment is actually a loft, 15-foot ceilings and exposed brick walls. It looks like an artist’s space. Junichiro is seated at a workstation a graphic artist might have. The apartment is decorated Swedish contemporary. In other words, via IKEA. We get the impression that no real thought was put into it aside from “I guess I ought to fill up this space with some furniture.” A hodge-podge of knickknacks and bric-a-brac from flea markets and The Salvation Army.

The walls around the apartment are covered with rae original movie posters- both modern and classic films. “Apocalypse Now” “The Third Man” “Serpico” “One upon a time in the West” “Ran” and even some rare ones like “Across 110th Street.” There are also covers and pages from magazines. However, none are in focus enough to see clearly.

There are a good number of Japanese anime character portraits, some even life-sized, as well. These we can see clearly. Mostly female and mostly lewdly dressed. Lots of school girls, french maids and nurses, big eyes, big hair, big tits, long legs and short skirts. Shelves built into the walls are filled with books, mostly about the acting craft, and dozens of books on the film business and film and television production. 

Against one wall is a loft bed, a ladder attached to it. Beneath the bed is a mountain bike, stood upright. Mounted on another wall is a souvenir Samurai sword. This wall is fitted with several rows of bookshelves, filled to shelve-warping capacity with DVDs and video tapes.

A Japanese girl in a french maid costume beckons you to the toilet from a portrait mounted on the bathroom door. The refrigerator has a gun-toting Japanese cabin attendant, her futuristic weapon aimed at you, a bubble at her mouth says “how hungry are you?” 

The floor is parquet wood, and laying on it, in the place where he fell, is Junichiro, staring at the ceiling in deep thought. 

We hear dangling keys and Junichiro jumps up from the floor and races to the door. The door opens and Tomomi walks in with groceries, wearing a mini skirt, make-up to accentuate and enlarge her eyes, cleavage enhancing bra pushing her breast through her blouse, hair big and busy…but, unlike the art work in the apartment, her face is glum. 

JUNICHIRO 

 Oyasumi, Momo chan! 

He takes the bags from her and kisses her. She receives it half-hearted. Something is amiss. 

TOMOMI 

Please stop calling me that!  And you must say

“Okaeri!” Not “Oyasumi!” Oyasumi mean good night!

JUNICHIRO 

Damn, I always fuck that up, don’t I?

And, I thought you liked Momo? 

TOMOMI 

Momo is fine.  I told you don’t call

me Chan. I’m not a school girl, you know. 

JUNICHIRO 

But, chan is Mao! 

He places the bags on the dining room table. We see chopsticks and other Japanese utensils and kitchenware. 

TOMOMI 

Not “Mao”, you mean “Moe”! “Mao” is Chinese! And,

please stop to try to speak Japanese…you sound like… like… 

JUNICHIRO 

Damn, what’s wrong with you? Walking in the door 

riffin’! Is that any way to treat the man 

who cooked his special Yakisoba supreme for his future star? 

She glances in the kitchen, sees that it has indeed been used, sniffs the air, and tries to smile. 

TOMOMI 

I’m sorry, boo. I have a bad day. I not

feel like future star today. 

JUNICHIRO 

The commercial gig? They jerked you around? 

TOMOMI 

You cannot believe this. They actually says I am too Japanese. 

Junichiro’s smile widens and Tomomi watches this with narrowing deadly eyes. 

TOMOMI (cont’d) 

I’m serious! They say they are looking

for some more Eurasian or something like that. 

Junichiro starts laughing but when he notices Tomomi looking at him like he must have lost his mind, he stops. 

TOMOMI 

And what’s so fucking funny? 

JUNICHIRO 

Stop cussin’ so much! You sound like uh…anyway,

come here, check this out. I wanna show you something… 

TOMOMI 

Not now, I’m starving. I just want to eat

and have nice hot bath and… 

JUNICHIRO 

It’ll only take a sec, Mo. And you’ll

understand why I was laughing. 

TOMOMI 

No, I… 

JUNICHIRO 

Come on… 

He pulls her over to his work station and aims her at his Macbook. 

JUNICHIRO (cont’d)

Just sit down and read it. 

Disgruntled, Tomomi takes a seat and glances at the screen… 

TOMOMI 

Oh god, not Loco, again…

You are so crazy with him!

JUNICHIRO 

Just read it! 

TOMOMI 

What does he whine about now? Japanese look

at him, again? Nobody sit  next to him 

on the train, again? He’s so pussy! If he hate 

Japan so, he better fucking leave. Shit! I did. 

JUNICHIRO 

Geezus, fuck, Momo… 

TOMOMI

Well, that’s what you say before!

JUNICHIRO

Just read it, fuck!

TOMOMI 

And I cuss too much? 

Junichiro gives her an icy look. 

TOMOMI 

Ok, ok… 

Tomomi starts to read, and once Junichiro sees that she is giving it half a chance, he walks back into the kitchen, sets some plates on the table, and the Yakisoba he’d cooked. As he pops the cork on some white wine he hears Tomomi snicker. 

TOMOMI (VO) 

This is kinda funny. 

Junichiro goes over and stands behind Tomomi as she reads. She glances over her shoulder at him.

TOMOMI 

Ok, so, it’s funny. 

JUNICHIRO 

It’s fucking genius! 

TOMOMI 

Who is TT Boy? 

JUNICHIRO 

He’s a porno star… 

TOMOMI 

Porno? Americans make bukkake, too? 

JUNICHIRO 

(laughing)

Yep. It’s Japan’s contribution to

the American way of life. 

TOMOMI 

How do you know? Almost

your porno movie is Japanese. 

JUNICHIRO 

(laughing) 

Not all of them. 

Tomomi reads over a few areas of the post, then turns to Junichiro. 

TOMOMI 

This is pretty good, but…I don’t like for you to tell 

him so much about me. I don’t like for he to use my

name, too. Lucky, it’s popular name so it’s not trouble. 

Junichiro’s snickers. 

TOMOMI 

But…I still don’t get it. 

JUNICHIRO 

There’s nothing to get. (beat) Not yet. 

TOMOMI 

So, what’s the deal? Are 

you two, how you say, collaborating for

some movie or something like that? 

JUNICHIRO 

(with a mysterious smirk on his face) 

Nope…not yet.

TOMOMI 

So…wait a second. He made up this from his head? 

JUNICHIRO 

No. According to him, he dreamt it. 

TOMOMI 

And his dream girl have my 

name, come from my hometown, and 

she is actress living in the States…like me?

With almost my resume? 

JUNICHIRO 

Weird, right? 

TOMOMI 

Hmph! Well, whatever. She nothing like me, anyway. 

Maybe if I live in LA  instead of

in New York I was to be like that. But, now….

No way. She is punk! If he talk to me like that, 

I woulda Bukkake’d my foot in his ass. 

Junichiro laughs.

JUNICHIRO

Damn you sound more like a Brooklyn

 girl every day, you know that? You’re even

losing your accent. I’m scared uh you!

This brings a broad smile to Tomomi’s gloom.

JUNICHIRO

Anyway, come on, let’s eat before it gets cold. 

BEGIN MUSIC (TomTom Club’s “Genius of love”)

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6OGy57tmEY

 

They walk off camera towards the dining area. We see the wall behind his computer…a WALL OF FAME, a vanity wall. The first photo, in direct sight line from the computer, is of Tomomi and Junichiro on vacation in some exotic tropical locale, looking very tanned and sublimely happy. There are some other photos of Junichiro…very professionally done photos. We can see now that he is a model. His face has graced the covers and pages of a number of magazines of varying genres: hip hop, home renovation, some wine and cigarette ads, fashion, underwear, etc… We also see some photos of him performing on stage in plays. In one photo he is dressed in a Shakespearean costume, in another he is dressed as a Chinese immigrant working on a railroad. In another he is dressed as a Samurai in full armor.

In the center of this wall of fame is a framed photo. This one is of Junichiro, dressed in a cap and gown, holding a diploma in one hand and hugging a tall, thin, attractive for her age- late 40s, brown-skinned African-American WOMAN, just beaming with pride at Junichiro, a banner overhead reads: BROOKLYN COLLEGE – CLASS OF 2004. In a photo beside it is Junichiro with this same woman beneath a banner that reads: THE ACTORS STUDIO.

To the right of the picture is a rather large window that looks out at a tight cobble-stoned street that leads towards the EAST RIVER and the BROOKLYN BRIDGE.

END MUSIC

 

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