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Wine festival: Pulp fiction or pulp reality?

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“Dionysus is represented by city religions as the protector of those who do not belong to conventional society and thus symbolizes everything which is chaotic, dangerous and unexpected, everything which escapes human reason and which can only be attributed to the unforeseeable action of the gods.”

I invariably open my eyes the next afternoon, having slept through the morning because I was barely cognizant the night before; but, enough, apparently, to have the foresight to unfurl my blinds to sleep through the torch of morning that was just starting to illuminate the dark complexion of night into blue saturation on the canvas of the horizon. Not being able to lift my head–which feels like a 70 lb cinder block–I roll over on my side and examine the closet door for 20 minutes. The white paint is cracked around the edges, the wooden knobs are loose so that the screw comes out of the hole 5 cm, and the right one isn’t closed all the way because the arm of my sweatshirt is crimped in the crease. I think about the night before and try to piece together the Pulp of movie clips that I can remember. The song that makes the soundtrack in my head–of course not the entire song–just the part of the refrain that I can actually understand, “Pogledaj me, Pogledaj me, Ocima Deteta!” *[hold down CTRL then click on the links as you read] (Look at me, Look at me, Like a child) sung in the voice of the cover band artist who was onstage in my first memory of the previous evening.

Director: Stephen Soderbergh (Oceans 11)**

Exterior KRUZEN TEK – 22:00
A crowded field which is the center of a traffic roundabout. There is a stage at one end where a band is playing cover songs of American Rock and “Ex-Yu” Rock (Rock music from bands which were formed in Yugoslavia time. They are mostly in Serbian Language.) 7 booths of wineries encircle the area.

CHRISTINE stands at a table where a display of glasses are neatly placed. She is wearing khaki shorts, a black tank top and strappy khaki wedge sandals (which she purchased for a steal in Lyon at the beginning of summer). Her hair is thrown up in a ponytail and has been air-dried. She is wearing matching silver hoop earrings and a silver cuff bracelet.

SALESWOMAN stands opposite the table from CHRISTINE and is smoking a slim, filtered cigarette.

SALESWOMAN
(yelling over the music) For 70 Denari ($1.80), you get 5 tastes of wine and you get to keep the commemorative glass with the logo of Kavadarci and “Grozdober 2011″ etched on it.

CHRISTINE
(yelling over the music) I have never claimed to be a wine connoisseur, a wine snob, or even knowledgeable about how a small seed grows into a vine, sprouts grapes, gets plucked, squeezed, smashed, fermented, filtered and poured in my commemorative glass.

SALESWOMAN
Well who really cares anyway. We’re all just here to have fun.

In fast motion, the SALESWOMAN cleans the glass, takes CHRISTINE’S money and hands her a stack of tickets.

FRIEND 1 is tall, bald and wears a t-shirt with a button up shirt over it which is unbuttoned.

FRIEND 1
Go to that stand, Kris. They have the best wine. Here taste it.

In fast motion, CHRISTINE takes a sip. Smiles and gives a thumbs up to FRIEND 1. She tells FRIEND 1 that she’ll be back. She walks back to meet him in the same place after 5 min.

CHRISTINE
The ‘tastes’ are more like full glasses and sometimes they don’t take my ticket. Plus, somehow I have more than 5 tickets in my pocket.

In fast motion, FRIEND 2, 3, 4, 5 are standing in a circle facing the stage. FRIEND 2 is holding a bottle of wine and pouring into everyone’s glasses periodically. FRIEND 2 starts to pour wine into CHRISTINE’S glass.

CHRISTINE
Malse (little)

This scene repeats 5 times. The camera pans slowly around with closeups on each persons face. Each is smiling, laughing and drinking. As the camera pans faster and faster the images start to blur and the distinction of the faces is unrecognizable. There are cars driving around the traffic circle. They drive faster and faster around and the music plays louder and louder.

Director: Francis Ford Coppola (The Godfather)***
Interior KAFE BAR – 23:30
CHRISTINE wears a black and white strapless dress with strap-back heels. Her hair is pinned to one side. She is wearing gold earrings and a gold cocktail ring on her right middle finger. She enters the bar followed by 4 friends.
The full Kafe Bar is hot and steam comes off the speakers which play Latin Salsa music. The women in the bar wear dresses while the men wear slacks and button up shirts with the top 2 buttons undone. The uninterested crowd looks around the room at nothing in particular. The heat causes people to perspire. CHRISTINE is lead by a waiter to a standing table and the FRIENDS follow behind.
The WAITER is wearing a t-shirt and carries a tray with a damp towel on it.

WAITER
Povili? (May I get you something?)
CHRISTINE
(flatly) Cognac. . .with an orange slice.

The rest of the friends order drinks and the WAITER leaves. CHRISTINE looks around the room. Her eyes fix on one GUY across the bar. She has seen him before, but never talked to him. She leans into the FRIEND standing closest to her.

CHRISTINE
Who is that?
FRIEND
Who?
CHRISTINE
The guy in the black shirt over there.

The GUY is wearing a black collared-shirt with the sleeves rolled twice at the forearms, jeans, and black leather shoes. He wears a watch on one arm and a silver-link bracelet on the other.

The FRIEND looks around and sees the GUY. He points across the cafe bar directly at him.

FRIEND
Him?

The GUY sees FRIEND pointing to him and stops to look at CHRISTINE and FRIEND. He looks surprised. He sees CHRISTINE and smiles. CHRISTINE smiles back. Slowly the people in the bar fade out of camera in the black, the lights dim except on the couple, and CHRISTINE and the GUY are left a clear space to walk toward each other. When they meet, they embrace into a salsa dance position. They slowly dance to the song percussion playing through the speakers. Their feet and legs are in sync as if they have practiced many times. When the song is finished, they look into each others eyes and slowly walk backwards to their original positions at opposite ends of the bar. The people in the bar fade back into the camera, the music speeds up, and the lights come back on. The FRIENDS are drinking their drinks and chatting as if nothing happened. CHRISTINE takes the wedge of orange from off the rim of her glass and drinks a sip of her cognac. She looks over the rim of the glass across the room. She sees the GUY who is looking at her longingly as if waiting to approach her to speak. The camera pans out of the coffee bar to see all the people dancing except the GUY and CHRISTINE who are not moving but looking across at each other.

Director: Alfred Hitchcock (Vertigo)****

Interior TAXI – 3:30 a.m.
CHRISTINE is sitting in the backseat of a taxi cab. She is wearing a smart, fitted, tweed skirt-suit, pantyhose and pointed toed classic heels. Her hair is pulled tightly in a french twist. Her small pearl earrings match her pearl necklace. She takes off her white wrist-length gloves one finger at a time and places them into her clutch purse.
The taxi cab’s exterior is white, the interior is dark grey. The TAXI DRIVER is wearing a white button up shirt with the logo of the taxi company on the chest. He has a friendly face but small eyes and a furrowed brow.

TAXI DRIVER
Kaj odish? (Where are you going?)

The TAXI DRIVER turns around as he asks this. He sees CHRISTINE and recognizes her. When he smiles he reveals a row or razor sharp teeth. Before CHRISTINE can answer.

TAXI DRIVER
Oh sure. I remember you. Bulevard Makedonija trinaeset, right?

CHRISTINE
(Flustered) Uh. How did you know? I mean. I’ve never seen you before in my life. Who are you?

TAXI DRIVER
Lady, I’ve driven you before lots a times. You gotta remember me.

CHRISTINE
(Panicked) Is this some kind of joke? I.. I.. (Changing her mind) That’s okay, driver, just stop here. I’ll walk the rest of they way.

TAXI DRIVER
It’s okay, Lady. Don’t worry.

CHRISTINE
But I only have 40 Denari. U Picku Mater! I remember that I spent all my money.

The TAXI DIVER stops the meter at 40, turns around to look CHRISTINE in the eyes. Camera has a close up on his eyes.

TAXI DRIVER
That’s okay, Lady. (Menacingly) You can owe me the rest. Ha ha ha!

CHRISTINE grasps at the door handle and it is locked. She feels around for the latch but there isn’t one. She starts to pound on the door.

TAXI DRIVER
The door is broken. It only opens from the outside.

CHRISTINE
(Screams) NOOOO!

As I think about this, I am brought back to the current time by my phone ringing in a text message. I click the button to reveal the message, “Kris! Fantastic time last night. Did you make it home okay? We are going for coffee later if you want to join.” I text back, “Super bese (It was super). I think I’ll pass on coffee today. I need some more sleep ;-)

Christine Moore, USA


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