
Title of movie: The Widow of Mayonnaise, Pittsburgh
Scene opens up onto a foggy dirt road. There are puddles. The time of day is early morning. Humid. The sound of an old automobile, a Model T, is heard but not seen. Faint ragtime music in the background. Then with a crescendo of sound, the Model T comes into frame and we see it rattle and bounce across the screen, splashing puddle water as it passes. It cuts the fog. The puddles slowly return to stillness and the sound of the car fades. The fog slowly refills the hole that was made in it when the car went by. The ragtime music continues but at a low volume. It is very scratchy. Incredibly scratchy. Then we see something rustling in the weeds on the side of the road. We see a man peeking out of the weeds. He is a Rastafarian. He stands up slowly and we see that he is a very tall man with very long, thick, dreadlocks. He has a peaceful expression on his face. He is holding a lemon in his hand. We hear a a saxophone holding one note and playing it throaty. The camera closes up on the lemon until the whole screen is yellow.
End of scene 1.
Next scene opens up in a parlor with an old woman rocking in a rocking chair. She is holding a jar of mayonnaise, cradling it like a baby. We hear the sound of a water bison splashing in shallow waters. Then we hear the call of a loon. Screen fades to black.
You see? I have just created an intriguing beginning to a movie.
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