Thursday, 19 March 2015

Assignment 2: Contexts of Production -- Back To The Future II - (Re-version of script)

Back To The Future II (Scene from 1980s – Re-version set now in 2010s.)
(Café 80’s) 


(Marty walks in and we see that this is where Lou’s Café was in the 1980s. Meghan Trainor – ‘All About That Bass’ is playing in the background. The layout of the café is still basically the same as it was in 1980s. Behind the counter are several TV’s playing shows of the 2010s such as Eastenders, The Great British Bake Off, Peaky Blinders and Coronation Street. Biff, now an old man, is seen in the background. Neither he nor Marty see each other. The café is decorated with various 80’s style decorations. Two people are on their Apple Mac Laptops while drinking cups of coffee and eating piece of cake. Instead of waiters, there are video waiters. One of them, who looks like David Beckham, is talking to a women who is sitting at the counter.) 

"David Beckham": …it's got a hot salsa, avocados, some natural mixture with your choice of beans, chicken, b..b..beef or pork..... 
(Marty stands in the doorway looking a little confused.) 

Customer: Waiter? (A video waiter comes up to him.) Waiter? 
(Suddenly another video waiter, who looks like Barack Obama, comes up to Marty.) 

"Barack Obama": Welcome to the Café 80's, where it's always morning in America, even in the aftern..n..noon. Our special today is mesquite-grilled sushi, Cajun style…
(The screen is "interrupted" by another video waiter on the same video. This one looks like the Osama Bin Laden.) 

"Osama Bin Laden": You must try the hot Satan special! 
(The two waiters begin arguing amongst themselves.) 

Marty: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! (The video waiters shut up.) All I want is a Fanta.
(A Fanta in a futuristic bottle appears out of the counter. Marty picks it up and looks at it.) 

Biff: Hey McFly! (Marty turns to Biff.) Yeah, I seen you around. You're Marty McFly's kid, aren't you? 

Marty: Biff? 

Biff: You're Marty Jr! Tough break kid, must be rough being named after a complete butthead.



By Isabelle Pollock

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