14 Ocak 2015 Çarşamba

Senaryo Dalında Oscar Almış Bir Film Senaryosu

Sinema tarihinin en iyi filmlerinden kabul edilen Schindler'in Listesi filminin detayları hakkında wikipedia'yı, ekibi ve diğer bilgileri için imdb'yi, farklı bir bakış açısıyla yorumlayabilmek adına ekşisözlük'ü ziyaret edebilirsiniz. Biz konumuz gereği senaryo yazmak, bir yerden başlamak veya konu hakkında araştırma yapanlar için En İyi Film, En İyi Yönetmen, En İyi Senaryo, En İyi Görüntü Yönetmenliği, En İyi Müzik, En İyi Kurgu, En İyi Sanat Yönetmenliği gibi birçok dalda Oscar Ödülüne sahip olduğu için örnek olarak Schindler's List filmini vermeyi uygun bulduk. Sizinde konumuza uygun olduğunu düşündüğünüz örnek filmleriniz varsa yorumlar kısmında bizimle paylaşabilirsiniz.


SCHINDLER'S LIST

Screenplay by
STEVEN ZAILLIAN
  
Based on the novel by
THOMAS KENEALLY
  
Directed by
STEVEN SPIELBERG
  


First Revision
March, 1990


1.                 IN BLACK AND WHITE:                                                                        1.

TRAIN WHEELS grinding against track, slowing.  FOLDING TABLE LEGS
scissoring open.  The LEVER of a train door being pulled.  NAMES
on lists on clipboards held by clerks moving alongside the
tracks.

                                                                                                      CLERKS (V.O.)
                                                             ... Rossen ... Lieberman ... Wachsberg ...

BEWILDERED RURAL FACES coming down off the passenger train. 
FORMS being set out on the folding tables.  HANDS straightening
pens and pencils and ink pads and stamps.

                                                                                                      CLERKS (V.O.)
                                                             ... When your name is called go over there ...
                                                             take this over to that table ...

TYPEWRITER KEYS rapping a name onto a list.  A FACE.  KEYS typing
another name.  Another FACE.

                                                                                                      CLERKS (V.O.)
                                                             ... you're in the wrong line, wait
                                                             over there ... you, come over here...

A MAN is taken from one long line and led to the back of another. 
A HAND hammers a rubber stamp at a form.  Tihgt on a FACE.  KEYS
type another NAME.  Another FACE.  Another NAME.

                                                                                                      CLERKS (V.O.)
                                                             ... Biberman ... Steinberg ... Chilowitz ...

As a hand comes down stamping a GRAY STRIPE across a registration
card, there is absolute silence ... then MUSIC, the Hungarian
love song, "Gloomy Sunday," distant ... and the stripe bleeds
into COLOR, into BRIGHT YELLOW INK.


2.                 INT.  HOTEL ROOM - CRACOW, POLAND - NIGHT.                       2.

                The song plays from a radio on a rust-stained sink.

The light in the room is dismal, the furniture cheap.  The
curtains are faded, the wallpaper peeling ... but the clothes
laid out across the single bed are beautiful.

The hands of a man button the shirt, belt the slacks.  He slips
into the double-breasted jacket, knots the silk tie, folds a
handkerchief and tucks it into the jacket pocket, all with great
deliberation.

A bureau.  Some currency, cigarettes, liquor, passport.  And an
elaborate gold-on-black enamel Hakenkreuz (or swastika) which the
gentleman pins to the lapel of his elegant dinner jacket.

He steps back to consider his reflection in the mirror.  He likes
what he sees:  Oskar Schindler - salesman from Zwittau - looking
almost reputable in his one nice suit.

Even in this awful room.


3.                 INT.  NIGHTCLUB - CRACOW, POLAND - NIGHT.                          3.

A spotlight slicing across a crowded smoke-choked club to a small
stage where a cabaret performer sings.

It's September, 1939.  General Sigmund List's armored divisions,
driving north from the Sudetenland, have taken Cracow, and now,
in this club, drinking, socializing, conducting business, is a
strange clientele: SS officers and Polish cops, gangsters and
girls and entrepreneurs, thrown together by the circumstance of
war.

Oskar Schindler, drinking alone, slowly scans the room, the
faces, stripping away all that's unimportant to him, settling
only on details that are:  the rank of this man, the higher rank
of that one, money being slipped into a hand.

A WAITER SETS DOWN DRINKS

in front of the SS officer who took the money.  A lieutenant,
he's at a table with his girlfriend and a lower-ranking officer.

                                                                                                      WAITER
                                                             From the gentleman.

The waiter is gesturing to a table across the room where
Schindler, seemingly unaware of the SS men, drinks with the best-
looking woman in the place.

                                                                                                      LIEUTENANT
                                                             Do I know him?

                    His sergeant doesn't.  His girlfriend doesn't.

                                                                                                      LIEUTENANT
                                                             Find out who he is.

The sergeant makes his way over to Schindler's table.  There's a
handshake and introductions before - and the lieutenant,
watching, can't believe it - his guy accepts the chair
Schindler's dragging over.

The lieutenant waits, but his man doesn't come back; he's
forgotten already he went there for a reason.  Finally, and it
irritates the SS man, he has to get up and go over there.

                                                                                                      LIEUTENANT
                                                             Stay here.

His girlfriend watches him cross toward Schindler's table. 
Before he even arrives, Schindler is up and berating him for
leaving his date way over there across the room, waving at the
girl to come join them, motioning to waiter to slide some tables
together.

                   
WAITERS ARRIVE WITH PLATES OF CAVIAR

and another round of drinks.  The lieutenant makes a half-hearted
move for his wallet.

                                                                                                      LIEUTENANT
                                                             Let me get this one.

                                                                                                      SCHINDLER
                                                             No, put it away, put it away.

Schindler's already got his money out.  Even as he's paying, his
eyes are working the room, settling on a table where a girl is
declining the advances of two more high-ranking SS men.



                    A TABLECLOTH BILLOWS

as a waiter lays it down on another table that's been added to
the others.  Schindler seats the SS officers on either side of
his own "date" -

                                                                                                      SCHINDLER
                                                             What are you drinking, gin?

He motions to a waiter to refill the men's drinks, and, returning
to the head of the table(s), sweeps the room again with his eyes.


                    A ROAR OF LAUGHTER

erupts from Schindler's party in the corner.  Nobody's having a
better time        than those people over there.  His guests have
swelled to ten or twelve - SS men, Polish cops, girls - and he
moves among them like the great entertainer he is, making sure
everybody's got enough to eat and drink.

Here, closer, at this table across the room, an SS officer
gestures to one of the SS men who an hour ago couldn't get the
girl to sit at his table.  The guy comes over.

                                                                                                      SS OFFICER 1
                                                             Who is that?

                                                                                                      SS OFFICER 2
                                                                                 (like everyone knows)
                                                             That's Oskar Schindler.  He's an old
                                                             friend of ... I don't know, somebody's.


                    A GIRL WITH A BIG CAMERA

screws in a flashbulb.  She lifts the unwieldy thing to her face
and focuses.  As the bulb flashes, the noise of the club suddenly
drops out, and the moment is caught in BLACK and WHITE:  Oskar
Schindler, surrounded by his many new friends, smiling urbanely.


4.                 EXT.  SQUARE - CRACOW - DAY.                                                           4.

A photograph of a face on a work card, BLACK and WHITE.  A typed
name, black and white.  A hand affixes a sticker to the card and
it saturates with COLOR, DEEP BLUE.

People in long lines, waiting.  Others near idling trucks,
waiting.  Others against sides of buildings, waiting.  Clerks
with clipboards move through the crowds, calling out names.

                                                                                                      CLERKS
                                                             Groder ... Gemeinerowa ... Libeskind ...


5.                 INT.  APARTMENT BUILDING - CRACOW - DAY.                             5.

                The party pin in his lapel catches the light in the
hallway.

                                                                                                      SCHINDLER
                                                             Stern?

Behind Schindler, the door to another apartment closes softly.  A
radio, somewhere, is suddenly silenced.

                                                                                                      SCHINDLER
                                                             Are you Itzhak Stern?

At the door of this apartment, a man with the face and manner of
a Talmudic scholar, finally nods in resignation, like his number
has just come up.

                                                                                                      STERN
                                                             I am.

Schindler offers a hand.  Confused, Stern tentatively reaches for
it, and finds his own grasped firmly.

.....................

Senaryo dalında oscar almış Schindler's List filminin senaryosundan küçücük bir kısmını merak edenler için paylaşmış olalım dedik. Oscar almış En iyi 85 film hakkında bu siteye, bu filmleri de ekşisözlük bilgileriyle birleştirerek en kötüden en iyiye listeleyen bu siteye bakarak da en iyi ödüllü filmler bilginizi genişletmeniz mümkün.


























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