First draft of a screenplay about the life of Fredric Jameson.
From Early Childhood to Late Capitalism: The Story of Fredric Jameson
INT. CHILD'S BEDROOM—Day
Mr. and Mrs. Jameson stand in the doorway wistfully observing their child playing in his room.
I really thought that this time we picked
the right game.
Now, honey, these things take time.
But what child doesn't want to play
Monopoly? It's just not, well, normal. (Weeps)
Now, honey. It's not that he's not playing the
game, per se; it's just that he's not playing
according to the rules.
Is it because I drank coffee when I was
pregnant? He just sits there, taking all of the game
pieces and putting them in and out of jail. Over and over…
It's unnerving. And the way he looks at the Luxury Tax
card. Such anger!
EXT. RANDOM EUROPEAN CAPITAL—DAY
Fredric in his early twenties. People hurriedly brushing past him on a busy sidewalk. He looks as if in a trance. A thrashed copy of The Wall Street Journal hangs out of his trench coat pocket.
STRANGER (bumping into him) Watch it, buddy!
Uh, sorry, sir.
His attention is drawn to something. As if in a trance, he moves toward the window of a rundown bookstore. His hot breath steams up the window. Fredric's hand reaches up and slowly draws a dollar sign in the steam. In frustration, he quickly wipes it away.
Hello, son. Anything I can help you with?
Uh, yes. That book in the window. With the froggish
looking man on the cover. What is that? What is Being and Nothingness?
Well, son. That's Jean-Paul Sartre! He's
got all sorts of ideas in there about how men aren't trees—
they're men; and as a result of not being, they can change
through the decisions they make. How a man acts in the
world creates who he is. Existence precedes essence, and all that. Not so much for trees…
I'll take it, please…