blissblogger
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i've been knocking about this idea for a while, but parody's not my forte, i can come up with the initial notion but not the follow-through (i started one of them Rhyme Contenders but only got as far as "State your location" , "Eassss (village, that is)"), anyway, i thought it might be a giggle to write up an episode of celebrated cult US cop show The Wire as if it were actually about a small independently owned magazine that specializes in left-field music. I'm handicapped also by only really having watched one episode (can't seem to acquire the taste for it). but it's quite gritty, political, B/W semi handheld if i recall..
so far all i've got is:
Lieutenant Keenan, the rookie investigator whose ideological constructs are often questionable but who always gets results
the inter office romance between plainclothes agent-at-large Young and desk sergeant Hilde-Nesset
ian penman as the bad lieutenant whose badge has been taken away
and half an opening scene:
INTERROGATION ROOM
A young man sits, slightly hunched, at a small wooden table. He looks thirsty, tired, and can't stop himself repeatedly glancing enviously at the cigarette being smoked by the second of two investigators in the room, Stubbs, who's propping himself up menacingly against the far wall, half in shadow. The other detective, Barnes, is lowering a stylus onto a record. Discordant twanging and plucking sounds emerge from the speaker. A middle-aged Englishwoman's voice ululates plaintively. A minute passes. A couple of beads of sweat form on the young man's brow. With a derisive grimace Barnes makes as if to rise and take the stylus off
HEBDEN: no, no, wait a minute, wait a minute, i KNOW this. Is it....... Shirley Collins?
BARNES (snorting): you'll have to do better than that...
and that's as far as i've got ...
so far all i've got is:
Lieutenant Keenan, the rookie investigator whose ideological constructs are often questionable but who always gets results
the inter office romance between plainclothes agent-at-large Young and desk sergeant Hilde-Nesset
ian penman as the bad lieutenant whose badge has been taken away
and half an opening scene:
INTERROGATION ROOM
A young man sits, slightly hunched, at a small wooden table. He looks thirsty, tired, and can't stop himself repeatedly glancing enviously at the cigarette being smoked by the second of two investigators in the room, Stubbs, who's propping himself up menacingly against the far wall, half in shadow. The other detective, Barnes, is lowering a stylus onto a record. Discordant twanging and plucking sounds emerge from the speaker. A middle-aged Englishwoman's voice ululates plaintively. A minute passes. A couple of beads of sweat form on the young man's brow. With a derisive grimace Barnes makes as if to rise and take the stylus off
HEBDEN: no, no, wait a minute, wait a minute, i KNOW this. Is it....... Shirley Collins?
BARNES (snorting): you'll have to do better than that...
and that's as far as i've got ...