(The Contest, as it Was)
Reference Movie: the latest remake of “The Day the Earth Stood Still”
GORT the Galactic Police Bot, Model 1950...
Reference Scene: Klaatu (the guy from outer space with the huge laser-eyed cycloptic robot with the bad temper) is explaining to the Hollywood-empowered female (lol*) that, to save the earth, the evil humans must be destroyed (yes, yet another “humans are evil” movie out of Hollywood, and it is getting quite tedious and annoying; I foresee a backlash, let it begin here)...
Brain-Dead Dialogue from Movie:
(I'm taking liberty with one line, but the gist is accurate):
Hollywood-Empowered Heroine: You said you came here to save us.
Klaatu: No, I said I came here to save the Earth…
Hollywood-Empowered Heroine: …save the Earth… FROM us…?!!!
Klaatu: You finally got something right, sweetcakes…
Hollywood-Empowered Heroine: Noooooooo! We can chaaaaaaaaange… pleeeeeease don’t kill us…! (whereupon she is persuaded by her Nobel Laureate scientist father to influence the alien, "but, (and I quote), "not with reason...!") (hubba hubba!) (lol sorry, that was my initial interpretation, knowing how Hollywood hates reason...)
'sweetcakes' is my liberty, the rest of the dialogue is in the movie…
*my theory behind this "empowering" observation is that Hollywood suspects men do not go to movies, hence, Hollywood must address their actual paying audience (i.e. women and children) by empowering them in fantasy worlds (while making men the evil bad guys or something)…
THE CONTEST: (as it was): Let’s say one of you are confronted by Klaatu and this left-leaning, Hollywood brain-dead, mankind-hating, we-know-better-than-the-rest-of-you-lowlife-humans baloney. What would you say to this presumptuous alien from la-la land?
Give me some good, deep alternate dialog for the encounter above before I post what I'm burning mad to post...
Critical JUDGING NOTES:
I'll be looking at your writing talent, yes; the effectiveness of your chosen style, of course (but it must be a dialogue, or at least you in a monologue to Klaatu, poeticized and stylized as the peers you wish to impress dictate); your knowledge of the craft, indubitably; your artistic abilities, check; visuals, sure why not, I'm into them; but do you think any of them are of primary importance here?
I'll add points for silver and bronze based on the following formula:
less than 5 entries: no points
every four entries after that- add 100 to silver (up to 300) and 50 for bronze (up to 100) (original, innovative, and ingenious, I know... but then I'll have to go out and earn the points...)
You may write in bubblegum and cotton candy if you like, but I'll most likely be placing more weight on steak and protein bars, unless... unless you take the advice of the Nobel Laureate scientist above, for even a mathematical type knows that nature moves in strange ways...
GORT the Galactic Police Bot, Model 2008...
(squish)
Final Notes:
Yes, this was a contest, but it had only two Hollywood-parroting, brain-dead prewrites as entries that could not fathom what I was asking for, and so it failed to stimulate any Hollywood-challenging brain cells out there (I hear an echo). I was forced to close the contest and was not allowed to judge it with only two entries. I would have awarded a winner, for one entrant would have made a better human-hating tyrant from outer space than the other...
So... I'll have to do all the heavy lifting and rewrite the infernally insipid script myself. (where are all those argumentative types when the human race needs them?)
In spite of what the brain-dead, drug-swilled sorts would have us believe, the human race is not evil (maybe their half), so this will be a rewrite of the scene above, from this latest of a long line of sad, Hollywood "human-basher" movies, The Day the Earth Stood Still… (and I may have fun with the graphics, too...)
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My Alternate Dialog- Work Area:
"The Day Humans Actually Stood Up for Themselves"
(it's 3am already... good night... that infernal tyrant-child from Hollywood outer space can wait for more...)
WORKBOX:
Prospective Dialogue:
Human: "Get out of here, you alien tyrant- and take your tin can with you! You don't have a crystal ball- you don't know where this species is headed, if they are better or worse than you, or what the earth will do. So shove off! Go play God somewhere else! and you call yourself an intelligent species! Ha! Playing God, what a fool."
All-Powerful Intelligent Species-Eliminating Alien: "But we have data, and statistics show that you will kill the planet for all life."
Human: "Go on, you anachronistic cretin- you're living in our 19th century industrial age with Karl Marx and the rest of our cliche-brained liberals. Humans are well aware of the hazards of heavy industry, and they have learned from the experiences, liberals or no liberals. Now let's talk about statistical data- its major failing is an insufficient data base, and it has many other failings as well, corrupting political agendas and biased sampling not the least of them. We see that every election cycle- biased pollsters, biased news services. So take you pseudo-science and shove it!"
Alien bent on Destruction: "Well, I don't like your tone. Just for that I'm going to wipe out the human race. Hahahaha. Take that!"
Human: "Well, it is clear you are just a mere child out to play, and lacking all adult supervision. Where are your parents? I need to show them the evil play you are engaged in."
Alien: "Nooooooooo! I can change...! Please don't tell my parents!"
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