by Michael Swaim
While driving through Hollywood yesterday, as I do each Monday to attend my transcendental yogic sex therapy classes, I noticed a number of writers picketing outside Paramount studios. I honked in derision, which they took as a sign of support. In short, an embarrasing debacle for all involved.
But on the bright side, as a struggling writer myself, I realized that there is no better time than now to bombard Hollywood with my many PATENTED ideas for TV shows and movies.
If you’re reading this, Mr. Producer, consider it a Godsend and get in touch with me right away about producing one or all of the following projects. It sounds like a tall order, but I firmly believe I can produce up to three nightly TV shows and no less than eight movies simultaneously, provided all actors and sets are identical.
First off, the late night TV scene. These nightly shows are hard up for material, and have been the first to suffer due to the writer’s strike. May I suggest the following replacements?
Instead of Leno, a show where I, your host, interview prominent celebrities of the day through the lost art of impromptu woodcarving.
Instead of The Colbert Report, a somewhat similar political news show, in which I read headlines off of Google news in an exaggerated fashion. I occasionally wink broadly at the camera.
Instead of writers, a crude assortment of Mad Libs, cookie fortunes, and washing instructions from clothing tags.
Instead of Conan, a show called The Late Night Beaver Stomp, which isn’t what it sounds like, but is in fact much worse (Note: probably want to shoot this one in Mexico).
Done and done. Next up, your television dramas–your Heroes and Losts–which are just now entering a golden age of addictiveness. You don’t want to lose that rabid viewership, and I’m the idea man who’s going to help you hang onto them.
Heroes should stay the same as it is, except every episode should end with Peter Patrelli getting shot suddenly and inexplicably in the back of the head and keeling over, dead. Then in the next episode, it turns out that it was just a dream sequence. Next episode, a psychically-induced fantasy. Next episode, we were just joking. I can do this all day, gentlemen.
Lost fans are leaving the show in droves, primarily because you’re not giving them enough info to whet their appetites for the next episode. I suggest inserting some random “Fun Facts” into each episode via flashcards. Either historical data, grammatical sentence diagrams, or the actors’ home phone numbers.
With Battlestar Galactica, getting people to tune in is much simpler. The show is clearly filmed in the far future, a time in which I imagine it is relatively easy to locate or build a device that transmits addictive radiation through television sets. Come on people; do I have to spell it out for you?
Finally, the silver screen. If this strike goes on too long, we may be in for a Summer rife with unnecessary sequels, spinoffs and remakes. After X3, I want to do anything in my power to keep that from happening. Please, feel free to take any of the following plot suggestions and turn them into a major motion picture. All I ask in return is monetary compensation, final edit rights, and my name above the title.
A movie about two British orphans who become hitmen for the mob after their lemonade stand is shut down by corrupt constables getting kickbacks from the crumpet lobby.
A film combining the snappy dialogue of Joss Whedon, the brilliant acting of Brando and Streep, and the fine direction of Mr. Orson Welles, all based on an original story by, wait for it…Albert fucking Eintstein.
An animated fantasy buddy cop road movie bedroom drama called “GENRESPLOSION”
You’ve heard of reality TV? Why not reality movies? In “To the Death,” the camera follows a board of film executives trying to write a film in the wake of a large writers’ strike. One by one, they are killed by angry bears.
Gene Hackman plays an unscrupulous Illinoisan footballer bent on cornering the corned beef market, and the only one who can stop him is young paperboy Keanu Reeves.
A movie exactly like Gone With the Wind, but set in the Star Wars universe.
A note to my regular readership: please, no comments below unless you are a high-powered movie executive. I’m expecting a lot of responses and I need to keep the lines clear.
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November 7th, 2007 at 4:26 pm
http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=26015
Indian condom commercial (gay men need it, too).
November 7th, 2007 at 4:34 pm
Mr. Swaim: I must say: this shit: it’s awesome.
And I’d know.
You see, television is something I happen to be somewhat acquainted with, being a HUGE TELEVISION PRODUCER AND ALL. You ever heard of a show called AMERICAN IDOL? Huh? Yeah? Did it. How about SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE? Eh?? Uh huh. That’s me. Or maybe you’ve caught word of a little something called SEINFELD? I don’t think I need to explain myself anymore, but let’s just say I got more Jews working under me than the pharoahs, baby. Hollywood-style.
Which brings me to your pitches. I got FOX up my ass looking for something to replace House. Say it’s not cool enough. I said, “fuck you guys, what’s cooler than a show about a maverick medical genius asshole? It’s like reality tv. Real doctors are dicks, too, right?” but those fags just told me it wasn’t hardcore enough. Not enough explosions and blood and robots and shit.
And then my nephew, Duke, he 6, he tells me you got show pitches on this website. Late Night Beaver Stomp? Sounds like the shit. The shit I want. Get it. Now.
I got this email: linlosucktit@aol.com
Need the first script by tonight. Seriously. Send now. We shoot tomorrow.
It’s either that or something about the shit Linda Hamelton did after Terminator 2 (boobless). I know yo fuckers dont want that.
November 7th, 2007 at 9:43 pm
Swaim, man, I checked out this Producer guy’s credentials; he’s legit. Those are all shows that have TOTALLY made a shit ton of money. Sign whatever he’s asking you to sign man, you’ve got it made!
November 8th, 2007 at 1:12 am
I noticed that Mr. Producer’s prose gradually shifts to ebonics as you move towards the end of his little tirade. Seeing as how black is the new black, I can’t argue with that.
November 8th, 2007 at 6:38 pm
Okay, I’m in, but I require an iron-clad contract up front that guarantees the talents of Mr. Danny Bonaduce.
January 8th, 2008 at 12:14 am
I think Hollywood should just run the Indian condom commercials in primetime. More entertaining than Desperate Housewives (but what isn’t?), the music’s better than just about any musical guest on SNL since Mick Jagger and Peter Tosh,—and they can probably claim it’s a half hour public service message!
Just a question: why do they need condoms for population control in India? What, Dow Chemical doesn’t have any more plants there and they’ve decided not to have any more wars over Kashmir?
March 8th, 2008 at 7:49 am
arabic celebrities…
Thanks for the nice read, keep up the interesting posts…..