Note: this project is still ongoing. I will update it with the synopsis (still under NDA) and the first page of the script as soon as it is available, as well as with a link to the final movie when it will be produced.
There is a curious story behind IUDOR (The Inevitable Ups & Downs of Reliability), and it is one that is strictly linked to technology – a reality that made me reflect a lot on the topic.
Approaching the end of 2017, I was looking for a new screenwriting project, but I had been just scratching my head for a few weeks, since I couldn’t really find any way to start a different project with a stranger. I remembered I was subscribed to a group, “UK Screenwriters”, directly on Facebook, and I headed over there to scan for some opportunities.
Surprisingly enough, I found Guillaume Araujo Tissier, a french / brazilian / possibly-many-other-nationalities director who was looking for a screenwriter to create an animated short film. We instantly connected, became friends, and later talked on Skype about the project.
IUDOR: The Project
Guillaume had a brilliant idea I could deeply empathise with: to talk about co-dependent relationships, and, at the same time, be original about it. It would have been a very short animated film (not more than 4-5 minutes long), featuring a robot having to deal with a sudden alien invasion. It was nothing but an idea, and he needed a screenwriter’s take to actually turn into a deep and emotional visual experience. That’s where I came in.
We rapidly came up with an outline, and I later worked on the story itself. Pleased by the results, Guillaume asked me to write a treatment; and I wrote it, just as I like to do, using an explicit literary form, as if I were writing a short story.
I was about to graduate at the time, but I still wanted to work on this project as soon as possible. Despite being tremendously busy, I managed to complete the treatment in just a few weeks, and I submitted it to Guillaume for his final approval. Right now, we are working to define the last details required before writing the final script.
You will find only the first page of the treatment written below, right after the break.
A bed of stars brightens the dark void of space, bringing to life thousands and thousands of colors in all their shades. We wander through the universe, slowly, gazing at the magnificent beauty of the void in respectful silence. There is no place for sound: every music withdraws in silence, leaving place to an astonishing quiet as amazing as it is terrific.
Then, all of a sudden, an unexpected event changes the status quo, leaving a trail of numerous perturbations on the way. A fleet of round-shaped spaceships flies all around the dark space, swiftly, as if in a terrible hurry. They all spread across the void, seemingly without any prefixed scheme. They scatter in fear, taking several different directions, hopelessly escaping from something we cannot see. We know nothing of their hosts, nor of the place whence they come; but we know that a troubled dread leads their light steps, pushing them farther into the dark depths of space.
Some of them go far away, never to be seen again. Some others – fewer – manage to get into a luminous galaxy, where they find hope once again. As they move deeper into the bright galaxy, we go beyond the small group, only to approach a little, flourishing planet which immediately appears in good health. There is still time, before some of them can finally reach it. Still time…
The sun calmly rises on the horizon, moving up towards the sky at a slow, steady pace. A new day shines on the land, bringing light on the life of several semi-sentient living creatures. Somewhere in the middle of a deserted wasteland, a small humanoid robot has built his own home out of scraps: a little warm place to go back to, which is constantly under upgrades from its owner. From the outside, it looks like a tiny shelter with some modules attached, showcasing a lot of strange sculptures in front of the main door. A little sign, made out of large and conveniently shaped pieces of metal, shows a simple phrase: “OHM’S HOME”. Its owner probably thought it was a good pun.
Some fable beams of orange sunlight pierce through the openings in the house, cut in the shape of little deformed windows. A robot lies down on a flat metallic bed, snorting with robotic sounds. As the sunlight grazes his iron, cylinder-shaped head, the small robot starts to open his eyes. The light sensors in his pupils rapidly charge the battery in his chest; after little time, the robot is already sitting up and stretching his tinny muscles, getting ready for a new day.
The little robot’s life was simple: wandering through the wasteland and too afraid to go further, Ohm used to gather all the resources he could in order to constantly make some modifications to his home. He loved his place, for it was the only real thing that he had and the only thing that made him feel less lonely.
That day, Ohm went out of the front door with a great smile on his face, he breathed in some fresh air and he set off to gather some metal outside. It was a great day for collecting resources on the land, and it was not to be wasted by slacking off.
Ohm knew that wasteland like the back of his hand. He knew where to find what he was looking for, he knew where to dig and how to do so. Sometimes he removed what he needed from gigantic machines of a lost civilization, which were often similar to huge birds with a tubular, metallic body. He didn’t know much of whoever came before him, but he knew that they must had been majestic robots if they were so skilled with shaping iron in all those forms.
- The Synopsis;
- The Script;
- The Final Movie.