John Singleton Forum (2)
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| by cherene taylor dear mr; singleton i would very much love to work with you i have some great movie ideas it's going to get better and better may god bless. yours truly cherene Comment on this... |
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| by Sadrack Alfred Hello Mr. Singleton, I know what your hearing isn't probaly new to you but I am a upcoming screen-writer and I know for a fact on everything I believe in and love that my first script ever should be in your hands...Please make my dreams come true and get me out the hood...lol...954-245-7636 954-587-5702 Praying for your call Comment on this... |
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| by Tyrone Scott Mr. Singleton, I am trying to reach my childhood friend, who has worked with you on several film projects. Both of you graduated from USC together. I, speak of Dwight Williams. Dwight and I grew up in River Terrace-Washington, DC. Presently, I have motion picture concept for his review, and yours. We're extremely proud of Dwight's film credits. Look forward to your feedback. Comment on this... |
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| by Pittsburgh (Justin Beck) homewood I need you to really check me out as soon as possible. If you had a one on one conversation with me I can guarantee you I'll be better than Spielburgh and Spike Lee. I'll probally be as good as you, you hear where I'm coming from. Plus you'd probally get a lot of recognition for your succor. You know, like helping a new kid into the movie business. I'm going to colledge but I just want to deliever good movie ideas, actors and actresses for parts, you know stuff like that. Basically an assistant director, or producer. Thing is, I don't know a colledge for stuff like that. Especially one that I would really enjoy going to. I would really apriciate it if you even looked me up or say hi on y email just to say you read my Comments. I'll Chat to you later alright. Be easy King of moveis. Comment on this... |
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| by rancesandra Well, it's been a long time since I talked on this forum and I guess like most people I got tired of checking every day and seeing that nobody ever talked about John Singleton on his forum. The last time I checked my comment was the last one left so I abandoned this site for others but I can't help myself, I have to, have to, have to say something else. I guess it's the writer in me or just the fact that I am truly fascinated by this young (yeah, compared to me John is young) African-American male director with the tenacity to blaze a trail and create a model for other young men to follow. It is a turning point in history when something of this magnitude can and does happen, that it deserves not to be ignored, so; again, I urge you to comment and don't worry another of my never ending short stories is coming again soon . . . . . . . . . . Comment on this... | ||||
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| by rancesandra Okay, you didn't like that one, here is another fellow, filmbuggers. Cookie-Angel Baby by Sandra J. Rance The vacant building looked a mile away as Streeter struggled to hold her baby in one arm and carry her groceries in the other. She stumbled a little and held Cookie tight, dropping the bread in the rain water. She didn’t care, stepping on the bag, she kept going and kept going and kept going, half-dazed from the drugs and the alcohol that had sustained her this far. A long black Lincoln pulled up beside her, rolling slow against the curb, the driver knew who she was, but she couldn’t put her mind to making any money now, not now! Cookie was the only thing she thought about now. Cookie was the only thing that made it worth while to keep going. Cookie, splatting at the water that was falling, smiling at her mommy and smiling up at the sky seemed too content. She did not know who her mommy was but she was happy and this made Streeter struggle all the more to find someplace to feed her baby with the groceries she’d stolen and settle in for another night. Streeter knew the old building in the distance had been abandoned a long time. She also knew that she and Cookie could not sleep on the grass tonight. It would be too cold, too wet and too damp. Streeter looked carefully at the sides of the building as she passed it and rounded the corner into the alleyway. “Nobody, here yet,” she whispered to her precious baby, “Maybe we’ll get a couple of days before any of the others find out,” she continued in Cookies tiny ear. The building, though abandoned, was very clean, the floor still had carpet and Streeter almost fell as she laid her precious cargo on the rug. Cookie started crawling immediately and Streeter had a hard time taking the little jacket off of her. The old kitchen had a stove and Streeter could barely believe her luck at finding an old pot on it. She quickly heated some milk and baby food and still dazed she carefully fed and rocked her little girl to sleep. Exhausted, she turned the baby over and noticed 2 scars on the shoulder bones of Cookies back. She shook her head trying to remember the beating she took from her last pimp. She could not remember her baby being anywhere near her. She remembered taking Cookie and hiding her in the microwave, so that he wouldn’t know she was there. She took the beating, happily, waiting for it to be over and for him to leave. The large old-style microwave oven had been the perfect hiding place for Cookie over and over again. Streeter had managed to keep Cookie alive for 7 months, and although very small, Cookie was in perfect health. Cookie had never screamed or hollered and Streeter had kept her secret and managed to remain on the streets making enough in drugs and money to get by. Her dreams were now gone, her beautiful hair now frayed and the body that she used to think was so great was now in trouble from her drug use. But, her baby, her precious, beautiful little Cookie brought her back from everything and made her hope again. And now Cookie was all she lived for. Cookie never seemed to mind how her mommy looked, she would touch her face, pull at her long hair, smile and wave, smile and wave. Cookie looked like an angel to Streeter and when she sang to her baby she could almost hear Cookie’s tiny angelic voice imitating hers. 1 day, then 2. 3 days then 4, as Streeter managed to go out unnoticed and work the streets, hiding her baby and always returning with a few things to help her keep herself and her child alive for one more day. Once, Streeter went to purchase her habit an almost got caught but she noticed that something wasn’t right about the people on the corner and walked past them before she stopped; giving some other street person a chance to go next. Just like she thought it was a set-up. She kept going all the way back to her sanctuary, there Cookie was waiting on her as before. Streeter got sicker and sicker; she sacrificed her habit for baby clothes, a stroller, blankets and food. She found shelters by day and vacant buildings or houses by night. Cookie was older now, almost a year. Streeter could barely contain her joy the first time that Cookie stood, “lone,” “I love you,” she cried out to Cookie and Now, is this a story you'd love to see John do an ending to, I have an ending that will shock and surprise you, so get to emailing. Please? Comment on this... |
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| by Antoinette Frazier First of all, congratulations on your success. I have tried to contact you for a long time. Daniel won't give me your number. Fortunately I found this great site. You may remember me by my nick name,Toni. Please e-mail me back with your personal e-mail address. I have a great offer for you, but even grater for me. I hope to hear from you soon. Comment on this... |
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| by rance sandra For a long time I have been plagued by the image of a young man, it seems, that needs a new (good) movie script. I am of course not suggesting that I write it but every time I open a magazine, be it sports, entertainment, gossip or the like, this face is staring up off of the page and I can't for the life of me, shake it. You see, I've been writing since I was eight years old. Oh, nothing plausible, just stories, I like. I would see a movie or read a novel and write a sequel immediately, even if it took all night. days, weeks, months, years. I woud write it, just for me. I had never even thought of publishing or script writing or anything. I just love to write. Anyway, I digress, this thought concerns, Terrence H. I thought of a concept, called, The Surrogate, where he is the central character, an up and coming young Black activist; chosen by an old-school Negro league styled political party that wishes to use him to rejuvenate their dying ideals and outdated methods of party leadership. He is immediately catupulted into the world of the black elite, his wife (Vivica A. Fox) quickly acclamates, losing her identity and refusing to have children and be the tidy little Negro wife. His image requires a family appearance and after much entreaty on his (and the partie's) part she finally concedes, surprising him with a surrogate parent for their child. The surrogate (Julia Stiles) unbeknownst to the both of them is white and when Terrence, begins to have sympathy pains at exactly the same time as Julia is having stomach pains they both(accidentally) end up in the hospital talking to each other, like old friends discussing the joys and sorrows of what they think mother and fatherhood will be like. While Terrence is reveling in the anticipation of the new baby, Vivica is unresponsive and career focused, entranced by the luxuries of the black elite, this forces Terrence to seek Julia, just for conversation at first and later for solace, their rendezvous become more and more frequent and his image is almost tarnished within the organization, when they are accidentally caught lunching together, by a member of the organization he is now a larger than life representative of. He only now thinks of fatherhood and would gladly trade away his present stature but is swept up into the political mayhem of a factional hate group within the organization. His problems only multiply when he and the organization discover that he is the father of a white baby, by a white surrogate who only agreed to have the baby to get money for college. Will Vivica want to keep the baby? Will Julia refuse to give up the baby? Will Terrence lose his status or his life because of the factional (black militant group within the organization)? Who is the real surrogate, Terrence or Julia? I'll gladly share my outline with you, if you e-mail yme, you'll just love the ending. Oh, yeah, another tidbit, Martin the Movie, Shanana, throws a building reunion and everyone will be shocked at not only who used to live there, but at the fact that Tommy is an FBI agent, Cole goes to medical school and is a doctor, Pam marries a celebrity, Shanana marries Sean and Jeanna never told Martin about their son, before they split. Martins new characters include a wise-cracking grandfather who always cracks on young hip-hop rappers, his mothers looney twin sister and a black cabbie from an all white city in the South. Oh, well thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks che che! Comment on this... | ||||
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| by Brandi Banks I just finish reading G-Spot by Noire and I was blown away and I thought that it would be such a good and educating movie specially for young girls that think that they have no one to hold onto in this world and find themselves getting hooked up with men for the money and the fab life that is costing them their lives. Please I beg you to read the book and see a movie idea from this. Thanks, Brandi Banks p.s. If you have roll for a black 25 year old female I would love to play it. Comment on this... |
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| by KJ YO!! DO YOU NEED SOMEBODY TO PLAY BOW WOW'Z SEXUAL PARTNER?? GET AT ME..I'M YOUR DUDE!! Comment on this... | ||||
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