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SYNOPSIS:
When the apocalypse came, it wasn’t nukes. It wasn’t the bird flu. It wasn’t even global warming. It was vampires. Yeah, nobody saw that coming. But the world is overrun by the bloodsuckers. You can’t swing a dead anything by the tail without hitting one of those ghouls right in their horrible gore-spattered face. Well, there is one place. It’s called Pecan Valley. A retirement community in southern Arizona. The apocalypse hasn’t really made it here, yet. I guess, in a world full of steak, why go after the beef jerky? But sooner or later, those vamps are gonna run out of Grade A Man-meat. They’ll be hungry, and they’ll come looking for a little something to tide them over. That’s where I come in. My name’s Jed Roberts. I’m 33 years old, and I’m the groundskeeper in Pecan Valley. I got the job because my Uncle Charlie lives here. I trim the mesquite, fix the plumbing, and handle all the pest problems. That used to mean the occasional rat or cockroach. Now it means nailing bloodsuckers. I could refuse, but they’d throw me out, into all that apocalypse. At least here, with all these old codgers, I‘ve got a fighting chance. Every now and then, I stumble across someone my own age. There’s Cooter, a born-again hippy I rescued from a spirit walk gone bad. When I found him, he was sunburned half to death, blissed out of his mind on peyote and trying to do the Macarena with a saguaro. Now he makes tacos. Then there’s Trixie. Oh, Trixie. Lady pilot, low on fuel and forced to ditch. We’re lucky she found us. And not just because she was piloting a charter flight of Miss Arizona contestants. We do the best we can around here, scavenging for food and water, fighting off desert raiders, and trying to keep a low profile from the vamps. We’ve heard rumors that there are other settlements out there like us, but we’re a little busy trying to stay alive to start an intramural softball team. Things are weird, and they only get weirder. I get the feeling that the vampires are just the beginning…
Thing is, there ain't no pecans in Arizona growing, 'lessen y'all ear-igated some in.
Hey there, I read what you said about loglines and screenplays. I deleted my screenplays because they wouldn't upload properly with the right page breaks. Yeah, I would never write a logline first and then the script itself. That's hack style
I don't think there's anything wrong with writing a logline before you start a screenplay. I just think you need to keep it a living thing. But some people use it as a north star for their story, and more power to them. As far as pecans in Arizona, there are TONS of them. My in-laws live about 100 yards from this place: http://www.greenvalleypecan.com/ Literally hundreds of acres of pecan groves. Definitely irrigated :)
Wow, I guess I haven't been to Arizona in years. Thanks for updating me. I know a lot about pecans, from Georgia and Florida. Wouldn't mind getting back into that line of work. Let's be clear - I think it's FINE to write a logline before you write the script, then adjust it. But to SELL something before you even have a script? I don;t know why they do things that way, even those who have track records. so, you have two identities here or what? I'm a bit confused. I'm getting replies from a guy who seems to be reading our comments.
Uh, you're just writing this to me, Bryan Howell, right? I'm not seeing any other replies. And yeah, I definitely agree that it's weird to try to pitch a script before you've written it, especially if you're just starting out. I think a lot of new writers want the fame and success part before the hard work part.
I can visualize this onscreen as I read it - awesome! I especially like the tone of the synopsis itself - it's like I'm hearing the voice of the offscreen narrator as an actual movie plays. Best of luck with this!