Wednesday, 6 February 2019

Proposed Trailer for a Biopic of a Great Welsh Poet


Black Screen.
Drumbeat.

It's always the same voice.

IN A WORLD

(Shot of a field of flowers. A jackbooted foot tramples a poppy)

Drumbeat.

UNDER THE SHADOW

(A door opens on a cowering family,
women in headscarves cower
as a shadow falls over them)

 Drumbeat.

OF TYRANNY

(A battalion of German soldiers march across a village square)
Drumbeat.
ONE MAN

(Close shot of the hands of a man, well-upholstered,
in a tweed blazer and cable-knit sweater)

WILL NOT

(He's loading a gun)

GO GENTLE

(Pan up to his face. It's Dylan Thomas.)

Drumbeat.

Fade to black.

A hand lights a match.

A voice:
The force that lights the green fuse drives the flower...

The match lights a fuse. It burns for a moment.
Cut to a shot of the Reichstag exploding.

Stirring, urgent orchestral soundtrack.

A jeep tears across a city street, Caitlin driving,
Dylan Thomas standing in the back
firing two automatic pistols at the pursuing Wehrmacht.

Dylan Thomas stands on a hill, which has lots of ferns on it.

Dylan Thomas reaches desperately
over the edge of a roof, hand reaching out:
CAITLIIIIIN!

A small coffin is lowered into a grave.
Someone says, “She died in a fire.”
Dylan Thomas walks away from the scene,
arms folded, shaking his head.

Dylan Thomas swings from a swastika banner
in a crowded hall full of Nazi soldiers,
bullets flying around him.

An SS Colonel and Dylan Thomas
trade blows on a blazing rooftop...
the Colonel says, “You're not so good,”
“We are none of us wholly bad bad or wholly good...
but you're a bastard,”

He socks the baddie hard.

Orchestral flourish.

Explosion.

Drumbeat.

THIS YEAR

Drumbeat.

RAGE... AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT.

Black. Music ends.

DYLAN THOMAS AT WAR

COMING SOON. 

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