“Listen, I need a cool way to kill people. Don’t worry, for my script.”
As is often my wont, I got about 42 pages into my adaptation of The Man Who Was Thursday and then put it aside for weeks, instead focusing on other projects and attempting to finish Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. At last glance, I was stuck on the final scene of Act 2. In the interim, my subconscious went to work on resolving the problems, and then came back to me with recommendations. The two it gave me may or may not work, but at least one of us was thinking about the project.
(a) Abandon the idea of multiple agencies. Stick with Scotland Yard.
(b) The scene doesn’t take place in the dining room of a large spooky Victorian home. It doesn’t involve an elaborate crossbow trap. It takes place in mid-evening, in the fog, on the Vauxhall Bridge.
This makes perfect sense to me right this moment. We’ll see what happens when I try to execute it.
Creative Control 