After the infamous chase scene, today I wrote a sex scene.
Well, sort of. I wrote the flirty stuff, all the way to the kiss, and then I figured the director will do whatever it is he wants to do with it. Get the camera close to body parts. See if the actors get inspired.
I have to say that it was kind of thrilling to take two of the main characters and get them in bed together, even if I didn’t get to the details of the action. It reminded me of the days when I used to play with Barbie and Ken. I would come up with these elaborate scenarios to get them in the bedroom together, get their clothes off, put Ken on top of Barbie and leave them alone while I went to watch some tv. Hey, they had no genitals so it’s not like I lacked imagination or anything like that.
I love writing dialogue. Love it, love it, love it. It’s almost a turn on, in a high-stimulation-of-the-imagination kind of way. I wish the job of « dialoguiste » were something more frequent in America. There were famous screenwriters in France who did mostly dialogue and who were hired just for that, like Marcel Aym� and Michel Audiard. Looks like indian cinema has an award just for dialogue writers. What a job.
