I wrote a really short screenplay the other day,
it’s called Half.
And days after that, I daydreamed all the possibilities of what that title can allude;
divorce…
ummm, mainly divorce and having to divide the capital between two parties, regardless of who cultivated most of it.
But
it’s about this man named Freddie
who lives in a house which all is half made. Except for one piece of artwork, a masterpiece he created.
And he is empowered and overshadowed by this artwork, inspired and hindered, made insane by his past success, and unfinished future, till he, himself, becomes half.
So yeah,
I’ll leave that as a cliffhanger (I don’t know about you but I am feeling blank and half- hearted).
With love and sincerity,
Jose Michael Rubio