Tag: resolutions

  • Peter’s Commentary on the ‘Resolutions’ Edition

    Finally catching up on my Friday Sketch War commentary. This past week, the FSW deadline fell on January second, so we went with the holiday-appropriate theme of “resolutions”.

    This time we had only two entries (*sniff*): this one from me and this one from Mr. Porter.[1] Alas, all the talk from local sketch-comedy types about joining in on this turned out to be just talk. (Ah well. Writing to a weekly deadline is hard work.)

    When I posted my entry, I mentioned on twitter that “I imagine I like [this sketch] better than most folks will”.

    Look, I recognize that this entry is very slight: man climbs mountain, man discovers that it’s now a tourist trap, end scene. But I still think it would play funnier than it reads. This script is more elliptical than usual. Riley talks around the fact that his wife died, probably recently. I don’t explicitly say that Jerry feels awful having to be the guy who reveals it’s no longer “the most secluded place in the world”, or how it breaks the spell of sharing a quiet, profound moment in the middle of nowhere.

    So I think there’s a good scene in there. I’ll bet if I expand it to three minutes or so, it’ll be something worth watching.

    It’s odd how this one came about. For the longest time I had a more straightforward and “think-y” concept for a sketch: a guy had hired somebody to enforce his adherence to a simple resolution (“Don’t eat donuts.”) The button would be a simple loop, where the enforcer’s enforcer came in to enforce the enforcer’s resolution (“Don’t use tasers on clients.”)

    But then I started listening to this song over and over again, which made me think of winter in places that actually have winter, and got me wondering what hiking through the snow might have to do with resolutions. Soon I had dumped my straightforward and promising sketch for this other, quirkier piece — something about a widower climbing a montain — that I felt like I needed to write.

    Mr. Porter’s piece was about angels who worked in a divine division devoted to getting mortals to break their new year’s resolutions. I think that’s a really strong concept, especially since he’s got Clarence (as in “Attaboy, Clarence!”, as in It’s a Wonderful Life), with his newly-acquired wings, as our viewpoint character.

    It stumbles in a few places. The scene’s setup is not in and of itself funny, so it needs to either become funny or become shorter. (I’m guessing the latter, in medias res-ifying route is the easier one.) I would have liked to see a greater variety in the ways the angels are tempting people — if it’s sketch comedy, and I’ve seen one perfectly normal form of temptation, I’m let down if the next form of temptation isn’t a bit batshit and unexpected. Basically, the tempting needs some way to be really funny in and of itself — that’s a good way to make the sketch funnier than just its original premise.

    And then there’s the button. I think I get what Mr. Porter was getting at — George Bailey’s bank got hit by some form of government regulation, and now Clarence is being punished. Or maybe that’s not it at all — I mean, why would Job (blessed man, lived righteously, yada yada) be there?

    So I guess the ‘regulators’ is just a quick one-off joke that’s not related to the sketch? If that’s the case, I’d probably delete it — unrelated material at the very very end only sows confusion (see above).

    No, this scene needs a button that ties in to the scene we’ve seen so far, and somehow cleverly inverts it. And yeah, no idea what that should be — although if Mr. Porter were an utter bastard, then Clarence’s first assignment would be George Bailey, no?

    I dunno. I harp on these flaws because I think the idea is strong, ergo I think there’s a good in scene in there. *shrug*

    __________
    [1] I again took on summary-writing duties.

  • Friday Night Sketch War: Resolutions Edition

    Howdy folks, Peter here.

    Coyote has finally made it back stateside, but apparently he found a stash of something aboard that commandeered Catalina 22-foot sloop. (Ah, the rich — they always keep their exciting pharmaceuticals close at hand.) He’s still a bit how-you-say “altered” this week, but I’m sure once he stops telling his invisible-walrus friend about all the pretty colors he’s smelling, Coyote will be back on sketchwar-summary duty.

    This week, in honor of the (Gregorian) New Year, our topic was “resolutions”, a topic that evidently weakened the resolve of all but two sketch-warriors:

    And lo, the eternal battle continues: stay tuned for next week, when we enter the squared circle of pain with sketches about cartoons!

    As always, Sketch War is open to anyone who wants to participate. All you have to do this week is write a sketch about cartoons and contact us at sketchwar at dreamloom dot com.

  • Resolutions, Inc. – R.A.’s entry

    INT. OFFICE BULLPEN – NIGHT

    Half-height cube walls provide minimal privacy and noise dampening between seat after seat of headset-wearing drones dressed all in white. Except, they’re not drones. They all have angel’s wings. MICHAEL shows CLARENCE the operation.

    MICHAEL

    That’s some nice work you did last Christmas, Clarence, really. We were all very proud to see you finally get your wings.

    CLARENCE

    Thank you, sir. I’ve always wanted to help people. I’m glad I’ll finally be getting my chance.

    MICHAEL

    Oh.

    (Beat)

    What do you know about our division?

    CLARENCE

    St. Peter said he thought this would be a good place for me to start out, to get my toes wet.

    MICHAEL

    You know that the Big Boss works in mysterious ways, right Clarence?

    CLARENCE

    Of course, of course.

    MICHAEL

    His plan is ineffable.

    CLARENCE

    Yes, yes.

    MICHAEL

    Unfathomable.

    CLARENCE

    Michael, dear boy, what are you trying to tell me?

    MICHAEL

    What we do here at Resolutions, Inc. is a little…different. Did you ever make a New Year’s resolution when you were mortal?

    CLARENCE

    Oh yes! Every year I vowed I would take a little of this

    (indicates ample waist)

    off by taking regular constitutionals and eating less of my dear Martha’s food. But her cookery was so good, that by two weeks into the year my resolve was lost.

    MICHAEL

    And that’s what we do here.

    CLARENCE

    Help people stick with their resolutions?

    MICHAEL

    Cause people to break them.

    Michael points to a computer in front of one of the angels. Pictures of foamy mugs of beer, frosty margaritas, and double scotches fill the monitor. ESTELLA, all blond ringlets and cherubic face slides a mouse on the desktop and speaks into her headset.

    ESTELLA

    (Whispering)

    Just one little drink wouldn’t hurt. Two long days without a drop…a little pick-me-up…it’d be like a reward for doing so well…

    Clarence blanches and backs away.

    CLARENCE

    Michael! This is terrible!

    MICHAEL

    Now Clarence, I told you, it’s all in the Big Boss’s plan. Come with me. Let me introduce you to the angel who’ll be training you.

    Michael leads Clarence past more angels at their desks. We catch glimpses of their monitors: devilish desserts and scantily clad women and men dominate. Michael stops behind a bald male angel energetically talking into his headset. His monitor displays a hammock swinging between two trees.

    MALE ANGEL

    (Whispering)

    The gym will be there tomorrow, but this sunny afternoon won’t last forever. Make some lemonade, have some cookies, take a nap.

    The angel clicks his mouse and the monitor changes to show loaves of bread baking in an oven.

    MALE ANGEL (CONT’D)

    (Whispering)

    It’s homemade. One slice won’t hurt. They’re whole grain carbs.

    The angel clicks again and the monitor shows a football game.

    MALE ANGEL (CONT’D)

    (Whispering)

    It’s the playoffs! Your wife will understand. The game’s just too important to miss. You can clean the gutters tomorrow.

    CLARENCE

    I say my good man! How can you do this? Have you no heart?

    The angel faces Clarence…

    MICHAEL

    Clarence, this is our top performer. Job, meet Clarence.

    JOB

    Pleasure. So you’re the new fellow, eh? Nice work on your wing assignment. Shame what happened when the regulators showed up the next day.

    BLACKOUT:

  • Sketch War, "Resolutions" Edition, Peter’s Entry

    Friday Sketch War
    Resolutions Edition
    “Mount Waxahachie”

    FADE IN:

    INT. SNOWY FOREST CLEARING – DAY

    JERRY (20s) sits in a quiet spot in the woods on a cold winter day. He holds a hamburger wrapped in wax paper.

    RILEY (50s) enters, exhausted and weighed down with hiking equipment. He sits and takes in the view.

    JERRY

    Cold for climbing, man.

    RILEY

    Yeah. Every year, January first, Theresa — my wife — she’d resolve to climb Mount Waxahachie. But…

    He shrugs.

    RILEY

    I guess I did this for her.

    JERRY

    Nice.

    RILEY

    She always said it was the most secluded place in the world, even though she’d never seen it.

    JERRY

    Oh. Yeah.

    RILEY

    So you must have climbed up the southeast approach?

    JERRY

    I work at the gift shop. They put in a pretty major road last year.

    O. S. a car RUMBLES BY, HONKING while its passengers HOOT and HOLLER.

    PASSENGER (O.S.)

    Party on Mount Waxahachie!

    Jerry gets up to leave.

    JERRY

    Customers.

    He hands Riley the hamburger.

    JERRY

    My Waxa-burger is still warm.

    He exits.

    Riley peevishly tosses away the burger.

    At the same time, another car RUMBLES PAST O.S.

    PASSENGER #2 (O.S.)

    Don’t litter, old dude!

    Riley gets up and trudges back the way he came.

    FADE OUT.