Tag: 3:34 AM

  • Peter’s Commentary on the ‘3:34am’ Edition

    Hello — looks like I’ve fallen a bit behind in writing commentary on the Friday Sketch War.

    On December 19th, we all handed in sketches based on the theme “3:34am”. I had suggested “Santa”, “The Recording Studio”, and “3:34am” to Mr. Porter, and he opted for the weird one.[1]

    We had three sketches that week. I wrote this one, Mr. Porter wrote this one, and Mr. Robertson wrote this one. (I also wrote that week’s summary.)

    There is one and only one thing I was happy about with my own sketch. Specifically, I think I hit upon a structure for a comedy sketch that I’d like to use again.

    First, I need to back up and explain: sketches are different from scenes. Scenes are about a character who pursues an objective and overcomes adversity. Sketches are about something funny that happens, something funnier that happens, and then something even funnier that happens. Sure, you can write an amazing miracle-scene that does both, but it’s damn difficult. When scenes try to be sketches, they feel shallow and stupid. When sketches try to be scenes, they feel unfunny and pretentious.

    This structural difference makes scenes rather easy to end: you resolve the central conflict and the scene feels ‘done’. Sketches, on the other hand, are an absolute bear to end. All you have is a chain of funnier and funnier events, but nothing the audience cares about is at stake, so nothing you do will resolve that and make the sketch *feel like* it’s over. The best you can do is just write a hilarious joke, bring the lights down, and move on to the next thing before anybody notices.[2]

    But I think I did something clever with this. I introduced a situation: Sanjay is trying to make a presentation. Then the janitor comes by and interferes in ways that are increasingly wacky. And then the payoff at the end is that you realized the executives are preparing a LARP session. Suddenly the wacky janitor-actions all fit together, and that resolution makes the sketch feel like it’s finished.

    But like I said, that was the *only* thing I liked with that scene.[3] The topic just kicked my ass that week, I ran with the best idea I could cough up, and… meh. None of it made me laugh [4] — unlike my entries the previous two weeks, which had me giggling like mad.

    The previous two weeks were easier to write, too. The tragic thing about sketch-writing is that when I’m writing something funny, the first draft just ‘happens’. When I’m writing something lame, the first draft passes like a recalcitrant kidney stone. This was the latter.

    Anyway, the structure shows promise.

    I was happy to see Mr. Porter trying a “list sketch” this time ’round — I’d given it a shot for the “First Dates” round, and I was curious to see how the other sketchwar types might handle it. Instead of dates going wrong, Mr. Porter has a protagonist (Jared) who keeps getting woken up at 3:34am in various ways.

    I liked that it wasn’t totally a list sketch. It’s not just a list of ways to get woken up, it’s a series of wakings-up in chronological order, so we follow Jared through one damn thing after another, and the sketch has a through-line with Jared getting more and more frustrated.

    I think it generally works. There’s a solid button, with Jared cooped up in a loony bin, but happy.[5] The ‘traveling to various quiet parts of the world’ is a nice way of upping the ante.

    Yet I found myself wishing that the things that went wrong for Jared would get crazier. Basically, I want the audience thinking two things: (1) “Surely *nothing* can go wrong *now*”, and (2) “Oh, god, there’s no *way* he would have thought to guard against *that*!” I think we’ve all had that moment where we’ve made perfect plans to stave off some Horrid Thing That Keeps Going Wrong, and then the universe still finds a way to screw us — so there’s something deeply satsifying about seeing it happen to a protagonist.[6]

    No word from Mr. Robertson about wanting sharp and/or pointy criticism, so I’ll kick back and make a few vague statements. I love the situation: Santa gives up on just knowing which kids are naughty and nice, and commences hard-core interrogations. And turning it political (“I pop down the wrong chimney one night and BOOM! I’m a hostage with a ransom video showing 24/7 on Al Jazeera.”) is perfectly appropriate.

    I think it just needs paring down — sketches longer than a few minutes tend to get stale (y halo thar Saturday Night Live). Go over it, make it two-thirds as long, and it’ll get 50% funnier.

    On a technical note, its prose is too novel-y and needs to be more screenplay-y. Any decent screenwriting book should have pointers about that.

    And that’s it for the 12/19 edition of Friday Sketch War. I am now one week closer to being caught up.

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    [1] Side note: I like this method of picking a topic, though — that is, having several people throw out suggestions and one person pick from those. It makes the eventual topic no one person’s responsibility, and by “responsibility” I mean “fault”, and by “fault”, I mean, “It’s bloody difficult to come up with something funny to say about 3:34am.”

    This way, it’s kind of like giving only one real bullet to a firing squad.

    [2] See also: Monty Python, who almost never ended their scenes, but just segued through from one to the next. Side note: even with comedy sketches that I love, I can rarely remember how they end.

    [3] Okay, and I was happy with the voice for Mr. Abbas.

    [4] Also, this stage direction was ‘for the lose’: “A wall clock tells us it’s 3:34. The darkened windows along the wall tell us it’s 3:34am.” Too precious by half on that bit.

    [5] … though I might have reversed it — shown the clock at the nurse’s station first, *then* revealed happy!Jared in his padded cell.

    [6] It also sets up a game between the audience and the writer — the audience tries to guess how the writer can possibly screw over the hero *now*, right up to the point when the screwing-over transpires.

  • Ken’s Entry – 3:34 AM editon

    I couldn’t resist a little Seasonal flavoring – so here’s my offering for 3:34 am:

    INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT

    ZACH and his wife MARION, both in their late 30’s / early 40’s, are asleep in their bed. The lights are out, the clock radio on the night stand shows 3:34, and the only illumination is a shaft of moonlight through the window. A light snowfall drifts lazily down outside.

    The bedroom door opens a sliver showing a little light from the hallway. Five or six small silhouettes creep inside the door. They move slowly and silently towards the bed. As they get about half way there it becomes obvious they are wearing some sort of high-tech head gear that goes over their eyes. They raise their hands to their eyes, and click an unseen switch. A quiet "whir" is heard, and a green glow comes from lenses over the figures eyes. The head gear is some sort of high-tech night vision. One small figure makes military-type hand gestures to the others, and they flank the bed. They hold position as the lead figure raises a fist in the air, then yanks it down quickly, as if to say "go". In a blur of motion the small figures strap ZACH and MARION to the bed with garland and gag them with oranges. One silhouette flips the light switch on in the room as the others tilt the bed up. ZACH and MARION struggle against their bonds to no avail. All of the small silhouettes are now revealed to be Christmas elves in camo face-paint, and black special forces-style gear (but with curly-toed shoes of course). One elf, PETEY, talks into his headset mic.

    PETEY

    Tree this is Trimming, over.

    TOMMY (V.O. ON MIC)

    This is Tree, go Trimming.

    PETEY

    Tree, nothing is stirring, not even a mouse. Send in Big Red.

    TOMMY (V.O. ON MIC)

    Roger, Trimming. Big Red is inbound.

    The door opens again, and SANTA walks in, looking a bit pissed. He walks slowly over to the bed where ZACH and MARION struggle against their bonds.

    SANTA

    Soo….Zach and Marion Webster, of 425 Willow Drive. That you?

    ZACH and MARION nod slowly.

    SANTA

    And you got three lovely, lovely children…Austin, Dylan and Cailyn?

    ZACH and MARION nod yes again.

    SANTA

    WE need to have a little talk. Petey here is going to remove those oranges so we can talk, nice and civilized. We can be grownups here, right?

    ZACH and MARION nod again

    SANTA

    But one shout and my boys will go to town on you.

    PETEY holds up a stuffed Christmas stocking.

    SANTA

    Those are filled with broken candy canes. They don’t leave bruises but they mess you up inside. We understand one another?

    MARION and ZACH nod yet again, their eyes a lot wider now. SANTA nods to PETEY, and PETEY gestures to the other elves to remove the oranges. ZACH and MARION inhale sharply.

    ZACH

    You’re…I mean you look like…

    SANTA

    Santa Claus…Kris Kringle, Saint Nick, Father Christmas whatever you want to call me.

    MARION

    But..you’re nice…why would you…

    SANTA

    Bind a torture a nice couple like you?

    ZACH

    Torture?

    SANTA

    Maybe…depends.

    MARION

    On what?

    SANTA

    On how cooperative you plan on being.

    ZACH

    You’re Santa Claus…we’re happy to help you out any way we can.

    SANTA

    Oh yeah? Then tell me…Austin, Dylan and Cailyn….naughty or nice?

    ZACH and MARION look at each other. SANTA gestures to PETEY. Several elves move in and whack ZACH with filled Christmas stockings. ZACH winces in pain.

    SANTA

    I thought you were gonna be all cooperative with jolly old Saint Nick?

    MARION

    We’ll cooperate! We’ll cooperate!

    SANTA

    So are they naughty or nice, Marion?

    MARION

    I…I…

    SANTA

    Naughty or nice??? Answer me!!!

    SANTA gestures and the elves whack Marion with the stuffed stockings.

    ZACH

    Stop it! Please!

    SANTA

    Answer me!

    MARION

    I thought knew these things…you know, "sees you when you’re sleeping, knows when you’re awake"?

    SANTA

    Well you thought wrong. Watching Children 24 / 7 is immoral. I don’t know what pedophile freak decided to attribute that to me, but if I ever catch the son of a bitch I will personally stuff that mother fucker down his own goddamn chimney.

    ZACH

    Spying on children is wrong but torturing parents is okay?

    PETEY moves to hit ZACH with the sack again but SANTA waves him off. SANTA goes over and grabs ZACH’s face.

    SANTA

    Look my friend, there is a war on. I pop down the wrong chimney one night and BOOM! I’m a hostage with a ransom video showing 24/7 on Al Jazeera. Maybe I some bad naughty-versus-nice intelligence on some kid, so I give him a that robotic Lego thingy he wants. Next thing I know his making improvised explosive devices and dropping them by the side of the road. Nuh uh…I’m not taking any chances – I’m taking matters into my own hands and making DAMN sure I know who’s naughty and nice.

    MARION

    You’re Santa…no one wants to hurt you. You’re a symbol of goodness and generosity.

    SANTA

    Exactly…I’m a symbol, a very public and well known symbol. People would love to take me down, or catch me being nice to some seriously naughty fucker….ruin my reputation, incarcerate me for aiding and abetting a known naughty. Goddamn liberal press would eat me alive.

    ZACH

    Wow…you are seriously paranoid. You sound like a republican.

    SANTA

    I’ve been GOP since Eisenhower, jerkwad.

    MARION

    Wait…you really ARE republican?

    SANTA

    No shit Mrs. Sherlock. You think I wear red because it’s slimming?

    ZACH

    We didn’t mean any insult…

    SANTA

    I’m goddamn proud to be republican. Hell, Nixon was the one that got me keeping lists and checking them twice. I used to fly Christmas Eve recon missions over Cambodia for that administration in the early 70’s. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have given him that audio tape shredder though. The damn Bushes are in-laws – or did think that uncanny resemblance between Barbara Bush and Mrs. Claus was a coincidence?

    MARION< /p>

    Times are changing…the world is changing.

    SANTA

    Don’t remind me. All my wiretap authorizations are being revoked, you can’t get a free pass from the justice department anymore, no matter how much you donate to the GOP. I’ll probably be forced to close my internment camp at the north pole too, and put all the detainees on trial.

    ZACH

    You have an internment camp?

    SANTA

    Gitmo North. For the super-naughty.

    MARION

    Santa, things are changing all over, fast. People are tired of being paranoid, tired of fear mongering, tired of being at odds with the rest of the planet. We need hope, not renegade gunslingers.

    ZACH

    That’s right. Everyone in the world is struggling with the economy now, and we’re all just trying to find ways to stay afloat. We don’t need a symbol who only gives gifts to the people HE thinks are deserving. We need someone who gives generously and freely to all, regardless of color,creed or politics.

    SANTA

    Even the gays?

    ZACH and MARION look at each other for a moment, thinking.

    MARION

    That’s still your call really. But be the person you started to be. Be that symbol of kindness and unconditional love. Take a few things on faith, and give the world what it needs most….hope.

    SANTA pauses and thinks.

    SANTA

    You stole that speech from Barack Obama didn’t you?

    ZACH and MARION shrug as if to say "You caught us"

    SANTA (CONT)

    It’s a good speech though.

    SANTA pauses again and thinks more

    SANTA

    Petey, untie them.

    PETEY

    But Santa…

    SANTA

    Just do it. And then let’s go – we’ve got a lot more gifts to give out than we planned on.

    PETEY gestures to the other elves, and they remove the garland that ties ZACH and MARION to their bed

    PETEY

    (into headset mic)

    Tree, this is Trimming. We’re standing down. Roof evac in 3 minutes.

    SANTA

    (to ZACH and MARION)

    You two better be right. I’m going to take a few things on faith, and I’ll probably give presents to some questionably naughty people. If anything goes down it’s on your heads.

    ZACH

    You won’t regret it Santa. It’s time to reach out and rejoin the world and get past this “us and them” mentality.

    MARION

    Right, and you’ll see we can all come together to rebuild America, liberal and conservative.

    SANTA

    Only a liberal would say that.

    MARION

    Sorry.

    SANTA

    Look….sorry about the tying-up thing. I’ll make sure there’s a new Prius in your driveway tomorrow morning, okay? Elves, we’re pulling out. Petey, take point.

    PETEY and the elves exit through the bedroom door. SANTA gets to the door, stops and turns around.

    SANTA

    And…umm, Merry Christmas.

    ZACH

    Merry Christmas to you Santa!

    MARION

    And goodwill to all!

    SANTA

    God I hate liberals.

    SANTA exits. BLACKOUT