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Screenplay He is good, but he is a product of the world. In Rambo 7, the man he said had no shadow. That isn’t a tombstone anymore. It’s his mailbox. Rambo in vegan sandals. He is urinating. Rambo, dancing. We never see him sleeping. Rambo, checking his email. Crabby from all the MSG. Pan to: Rambo’s matching panties. Pan to: Never anything is his Inbox. He is counting pigs tied to sticks. He is teaching English. Victory is its own reward. Rambo making up words like Fambo and Idiotard. Rambo, lost without his dental floss. He is searching for his shirt. Releasing the grip from his neck: I am not my conflict. At the key party, everybody put their keys in a fishbowl. Pan to: Rambo at the key party, hiding behind his i-pod. The mystery and the whatnot. No one goes home alone. Rambo’s boss is explaining that English as a second language is essentially the same as special education. Rambo is drawing diagrams of sex moves with his knife in the sand. The subtitle reads thank you in the movie when she moans. Rambo’s knife stalls. What is the name of the phobia of defenselessness? That was either a key turning or a branch on the tile on the roof, and a chicken claws through dry leaves, waiting since the 1970’s to kiss his lips. |
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