INTRODUCTION – Jagger’s Revolution: A Screenplay
March 2, 2008
INTRODUCTION
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Jagger’s Revolution: A Screenplay
“You’re my own little mighty mouse.” He said to me this year. If you remove a gene in the brain, you’ll find someone who isn’t troubled or afraid of anything. Fear exists because of years of human tampering. It’s a learned response triggered by previous circumstances forcibly molded upon us while growing up. You have to have an enormous amount of strength and independent will to break yourself away from that and be your own opinion. It takes years of practice to be as tough and removed from the societal norm. The compliment was an interesting true insight, although the flattering remark was simply to convey what I meant to him on a personal level, and not into the man holding the pen drawing out a story of a napoleon like creature who moved to the forefront carrying his own flag. The declaration is a for certain fact that sums up the dark shadow in the back of my mind that quietly came up into view raising up his hand to ask me if I’ve met him yet. It was years ago that this revelation came to me into the guy who I later called Jagger. His brooding soul was as dark and sinister in spirit that I nearly shuttered. The more I grew to know him I realized what a knowledgeable force he is. It wasn’t enough for me to write a book with a slew of sex columns on his interpretation of modern day love. Jagger’s view of dating is highly conservative, but he as a guy is not. He walks along that fine line of truth and fantasy on a beach in Southern California. He is mostly always barefoot because not only is he a super human hero, but the torn jeans show a non-conformist element, his bare feet give you the forbearance of someone who is very physical. He doesn’t have to say anything but just stand in frame, and his huge dark eyes understand more than what the average person sees.
I’ve always felt an obligation to my friends, even when worn out. I still feel this responsibility. Friendship and having integrity is very important to me more than anything is, and it’s vital before any relationship can take off. That’s where this friendship dynamic center with the protagonist and his posse come from. The majority of my friends are guys and we don’t edit ourselves around each other. It’s complete unbending family. This force with my leading man and his friends is me subconsciously paying homage to what I thrive for in the real world. Families come in many forms, not just blood.
I had to tell a story where a guy has to go through HELL to find love. He thinks he’s going to find his one true soul mate on every date he goes on. His romantic view is deluded and a lie. People in general have this disturbed affiliation with finding romance, they have these high expectations about how it should be, and are constantly let down, and the reason they’re let down is that it doesn’t exist. Love is what one needs to thrive for with one person, and it’s a struggle, a dance built over time.
Jagger ends up going out with people where the only connections are superficial fleeting moments. He objectifies himself by going through with it. Unintentionally, he’s objectifying back. He’s attracting what he deserves. He has to do the soul work before he can have life’s riches.
Being in love and having a crush in High School is a circumstance where nothing can come remotely close ever again. The feeling is to the intensity of indescribability. As long as one lives, you’re always going back to that moment with the soundtrack and the birds in your way over some guy who had no idea what he meant to you. Your interaction with him was always minimal to none. You turn the corner fast to run smack into him dropping your shit all over the sidewalk. He looks deeply into your eyes while you both lean down together to pick the stuff up both never breaking that eye soul connection. Hardly any words spoken except a hello and thank you. He collects all your stuff while digging around into your soul and then handing it all to you with a smile. You both walk away from each other in different directions. You turn around to look back as if your constant brief encounters with him were fated and it was trying to tell you something, but then you shrug it off because you know just the thought of entertaining it can deceive you into thinking you actually have a shot. What you never knew was that after your mind presented the idea to you, and you went on your way, the guy was turning to study you in awe for a split second.
Jagger lives minutes and blocks from the beach, and his version of this guy is in his face mostly every time he’s on the sand. The ripped guy wears lifeguard shorts and drives one hell of a yellow truck with the red symbol on it, because he likes to help people, and this smile stretches out across his face when he sees his little columnist in view. Why can’t Jagger see that smile? The universe works to put this bloke, Garth, in his path and Jagger feels an unexplainable soul connection to him. It taunts him in the face. It harks back to those careless days of adolescence when everything was starry eyed and intense right back when you were in High School.
The book, “Jagger’s Revolution” is much more layered and detailed in story and over analyzed to the point of hair splitting, but it’s a character study, and doing an attempt to adapt it into a screenplay to see how it reads one has to focus on one slice while keeping the same theme present. I love character and my goal was to try to look at the piece from an actor’s perspective, the way they look at a role. It’s easy to dismiss Jagger as an asshole, but it’s important to see him as humanistic as you should with any character, there’s a history in the holes, in the map, in what’s not said, as a creative thinker as an artist you have to dive below the surface. Most of the time you have to on a daily basis, but most people don’t want to, can’t or don’t realize they need to. He’s flawed and has issues, he has a severe wall up and it puts people off who want to approach him, and all of that came from somewhere. Underneath he’s a good guy, just misunderstood, angry, frustrated, and in a storybook way, metaphorically love’s kiss can release him from the shaped prison built around him over the years. As the story unravels, so does he, all while this silent link to this hunk guy continues to progress. Jagger is the dark, the moon, while Garth is the light, the sun. In another symbolic sense, a moon can’t function without the sun. The moon is cold and distant without the light of day.
He has a family of friends that surround him, Troy is the heart, the conscience, Russell is the logic, the reason, and Slade is the fun guy, the optimism, the pal while the love interest Garth is the gold coin. The eroticism that Jagger has for Garth isn’t graphic or dirty, but rather poetic. It’s a lengthy ride to present an erotic moment. Some elements of this material are explicit, offensive and may not vibe well. I have to make a proclamation that Jagger’s beliefs or the stories beliefs are not to be confused with my personal view, but rather one gentleman’s fictional point of view.
This is the screenplay version of my book, “Jagger’s Revolution” which as I’ve so redundantly said is understandably longwinded and lengthy as opposed to what you’re about to read here. If this screenplay has the opportunity to move into the language of film, then a collaborative group of talented and creative people will take what I started and turn it into something better, or choose to dismiss it all together. In the meantime, here’s something I started…
Kevin Hunter.
2008
*Kevin Hunter is a writer of uninhibited fiction writer, providing fun dude-lit for the young adult and beach read set.
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Jagger’s Revolution: A Screenplay by Kevin Hunter
Publication Date: February 17, 2008 Paperback: (5×8) – $12.35 ; 212 pages; ISBN: 978-1-434357540
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