So my dad sent me a screenplay to review today; it’s the film adaptation of my grandparents’ book about their harrowing experiences during the cold war. Both my grandparents have passed since the book was published in 1999, but they were involved in the conception of the flim project as well. The screenplay is being written by Sheryl Longin and Roger Simon, and seems to be nearing its final version. I think it’s pretty good so far; capturing the spirit of the story quite well. Of course film is a director’s medium, and we’ll see what becomes of it in the final translation to screen.
The most interesting addition to this latest version is a series of “present day” (well, 1986) scenes that include the grandchildren. Obviously my grandparents were always going to be portrayed, and my dad and uncle too, as little boys. But this latest addition means that there will be actors portraying the rest of the family as well. So assuming it avoids the cutting room floor, someone will play me. That’s right. Some lucky actor will try to channel the passion and charisma that is Jonathan Field. I have no idea who it will be yet, but I’m looking. Anyone have suggestions?
I must say, it’s quite odd reading lines that you yourself are saying but never actually said. I’m trying not to worry too much about the specifics as long as the tone is right. Of course my sister is portrayed as well, along with my cousin Hamo. The scene involves us watching the academy awards the year that the film adaptation of Angry Harvest (a novel my grandfather wrote with his cellmate while in prison) was nominated for best foreign language film. I have no recollection of sitting around together that night; but for the sake of storytelling it’s a nice scene.
Of course this also allows the film to open with a shot of Cher. Seriously.
I’m not sure exactly how I feel about that.