Reel by Doug Draime
(shot in 3D)
(John Lee Hooker’s, Blues Before Sunrise, weaves in and out till final wipe)
She snores like an old man
She lies in a bathtub fingering herself. The water bubbles up. She can
hear her husband walking in the hallway. And she can hear her children
asking for Cheerios.
In the middle of the room she leans over the table with a straw up her
nose. Does 2 long lines in record time. She smiles at Mary. Mary’s
husband works at the Shell station. He has no idea, and won’t be home
for several hours.
Her mother, an invalid, in a wheelchair, writing a check on a Sears catalog.
(cut to her daughter)
She is slamming a screeen door over and over again, screaming at her
“You fucking asshole, you dirty son-of-a-bitch. Fuck you!. Fuck you, I hate
your fucking guts, you fucking piece of shit.”
The screendoor falls of the hinges. Her husband is sitting in an old rocking
chair just inside the broken door, rocking their 2 year old son, who is crying.
“Your mother loves you, “ he says softly several times.
(cut to flashback)
A car is weaving in and out of the California mountains. It jolts to a stop on
the edge of a cliff overlooking the Pacific ocean.
(zoom to close up)
She is smashing her head on the steering wheel, crying and laughing hysterically.
She is amazed that a plant is living in her house.
“Look,” she tells her husband, “this spider plant is actaully still alive.”
(close up of plant)
(slow fade in)
Her mother in her wheelchair sitting in front of a muted big screen TV, shaking and
crying, tears flooding down her cheeks. She tighens the dirty grey blanket she has
wrapped around herself. A male nurse leans over her.
“Can I get anything for you, Mrs. Bergman? Is there something I can do?
Mrs. Bergman, Mrs. Bergman …?”
(slow fade to her daughter in her car on the cliff)
(zoom to close up of her face, her breakdown)