editing.

Just loading up our shot video. Its not going to be anything spectacular but if it were up to me we would have done better and more.

location photo.

First determined location.

Script for barton fink

HOTEL LOBBY

0-11 seconds

            A high wide shot from the front door, looking down across

            wilting potted palms, brass cuspidors turning green, ratty

            wing chairs; the fading decor is deco-gone-to-seed.

            Amber light, afternoon turning to evening, slopes in from

            behind us, washing the derelict lobby with golden highlights. 

            Barton Fink enters frame from beneath the camera and stops

            in the middle foreground to look across the lobby.

            We are framed on his back, his coat and hat. The lobby is

            empty.  There is a suspended beat as Barton takes it in. 

            Barton moves toward the front desk.

            THE REVERSE

11-27 seconds

            As Barton stops at the empty desk. He hits a small silver

            bell next to the register. Its ring-out goes on and on without

            losing volume.

27-36 seconds

            After a long beat there is a dull scuffle of shoes on stairs. 

            Barton, puzzled, looks around the empty lobby, then down at

            the floor behind the front desk.

36-44 seconds shot from behind fink in confusion

44-53 seconds peer over and opening of hatch.

           

A TRAP DOOR

            It swings open and a young man in a faded maroon uniform,

            holding a shoebrush and a shoe – not one of his own – climbs

            up from the basement.

53-55 seconds hatch reaction of finks face

            He closes the trap door, steps up to the desk and sticks his

            finger out to touch the small silver bell, finally muting

            it.

55-58 seconds Chet stands up and moves towards the bell.

58- 1:00 Chet finger to bell

            The lobby is now silent again.

                                                CLERK

1:00-1:03 Shot from behind fink welcome dialogue    

            Welcome to the Hotel Earle. May I

                        help you, sir?

                                                BARTON

1:03-1:06 Shot of fink face with dialogue                       

I'm checking in. Barton Fink.

            The clerk flips through cards on the desk.

                                                CLERK

1:06 1:24 Shot from behind fink. Rolodex scene with dialogue.                   

F-I-N-K. Fink, Barton. That must be

                        you, huh?

                                                BARTON

                        Must be.

                                                CLERK

                        Okay then, everything seems to be in

                        order. Everything seems to be in

                        order.

1:24-1:34 Spiral down shot on to sign in book.

            He is turning to a register around for Barton to sign.

                                                CLERK

1:34-1:43 Side shot from Chet left shoulder both actors visible with dialogue.

                        ...Are you a tranz or a rez?

                                                BARTON

                        Excuse me?

                                                CLERK

                        Transient or resident?

                                                BARTON

                        I don't know... I mean, I'll be here,

                        uh, indefinitely.

                                                CLERK

1:43-1:50 semi close up of just chet from left cheek with dialogue.

                        Rez. That'll be twenty-five fifty a

                        week payable in advance. Checkout

                        time is twelve sharp, only you can

                        forget that on account you're a rez. 

                        If you need anything, anything at

                        all, you dial zero on your personal

                        in-room telephone and talk to me. My

                        name is Chet.

1:50-1:54 Pan from chet left shoulder towards chet till just fink in picture.

                                                BARTON

                        Well, I'm going to be working here,

                        mostly at night; I'm a writer. Do

                        you have room service?

                                                CLERK

                        Kitchen closes at eight but I'm the

                        night clerk. I can always ring out

                        for sandwiches.

1:54-2:01 Chet dialogue over fink right shoulder with dialogue.

            The clerk is scribbling something on the back of an index

            card.

                                                CLERK

                        ...Though we provide privacy for the

                        residential guest, we are also a

                        full service hotel including

                        complimentary shoe shine. My name is

                        Chet.

2:01-2:03 Chet card slide with follow pan Chet name dialogue.

           

He pushes a room key across the counter on top of the index

            card.

            Barton looks at the card.

            On it: "CHET!" Barton looks back up at the clerk. They regard

            each other for a beat.

                                                CLERK

                        ...Okay

                                                BARTON

                        Huh?

            The clerk.

                                                CLERK

                        Okey-dokey, go ahead.

                                                BARTON

                        What –

                                                CLERK

                        Don't you wanna go to your room?!

            Barton stares at him.

                                                BARTON

                        ...What number is it?

            The clerk stares back.

                                                CLERK

                        ...Six-oh-five. I forgot to tell

                        you.

            As Barton stoops to pick up his two small bags:

2:03-2:09 Fink putting card in pocket picking up bags with dialogue

                                                CLERK

2:09-2:11 Chet only shot with only bags dialogue.

                        ...Those your only bags?

                                                BARTON

2:11-2:15 shot of fink off chet ear.

                        The others are being sent.

            The clerk leans over the desk to call after him:

2:15-2:18 pan away from chet.

                                                CLERK

2:18-2:39 long pan away from chet with dialogue.

                        I'll keep an eye out for them. I'll

                        keep my eyes peeled, Mr. Fink.

            Barton is walking to the elevator.

            ELEVATOR

            Barton enters and sets down his bags.

            An aged man with white stubble, wearing a greasy maroon

            uniform, sits on a stool facing the call panel. He does not

            acknowledge Barton's presence.

            After a beat:

                                                BARTON

                        ...Six, please.

            The elevator man gets slowly to his feet. As he pushes the

            door closed:

                                                ELEVATOR MAN

                        Next stop: Six.

            SIXTH-FLOOR HALLWAY

            Barton walks slowly toward us, examining the numbers on the

            doors.

            The long, straight hallway is carpeted with an old stained

            forest green carpet. The wallpaper shows faded yellowing

            palm trees.  Barton sticks his key in the lock of a door

            midway down the hall.

            HIS ROOM

            As Barton enters.

            The room is small and cheaply furnished. There is a lumpy

            bed with a worn yellow coverlet, an old secretary table, and

            a wooden luggage stand.

            As Barton crosses the room we follow to reveal a sink and

            wash basin, a house telephone on a rickety night stand, and

            a window with yellowing sheers looking on an air shaft. 

            Barton throws his valise onto the bed where it sinks,

            jittering.  He shrugs off his jacket.

            Pips of sweat stand out on Barton's brow. The room is hot. 

            He walks across the room, switches on an oscillating fan and

            struggles to throw open the window. After he strains at it

            for a moment, it slides open with a great wrenching sound. 

            Barton picks up his Underwood and places it on the secretary

            table. He gives the machine a casually affectionate pat. 

            Next to the typewriter are a few sheets of house stationary:

            "THE HOTEL EARLE: A DAY OR A LIFETIME."

            We pan up to a picture in a cheap wooden frame on the wall

            above the desk. A bathing beauty sits on the beach under a

            cobalt blue sky. One hand shields her eyes from the sun as

            she looks out at a crashing surf.

            The sound of the surf mixes up.

            BARTON

            Looking at the picture

            TRACKING IN ON THE PICTURE

            The surf mixes up louder. We hear a gull cry.

            The sound snaps off with the ring

shot by shot

Frank = filming
Jason = Editing
Apolonia = Directing

Locations = Fgcu, My house, Undisclosed location, local hotels
Actors = Frank, Jason, Apolonia.
Props = Hat, Book, Bell, Two brief cases, picture, rolodex
Time line = Filming will all be done this thursday. first 40 seconds in fgcu hall. rest of time and places to be determined.