Beyond Hollywood - das Filmsyndikat
Allgemein => Neuigkeiten => Thema gestartet von: Nosferatu am 01. Juli 2002, 19:14:59
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Ja freunde es ist soweit!!!!
Freddy vs. Jason geht am 9 September diesen Jahres in die Production!!! :-P :-P
Das heisst ab dann gibt es immer schön viele infos zum Film (Bilder, Script, usw) Juuhu ich freu mich schon tierisch auf diesen Film, er wird hoffe ich mal besonders gut!!!
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Freddy ist ja okay, und Jason ja auch, aber lass´es mich mal so ausdrücken:
Ich trinke gerne Kaffee und ich rauche auch gern (so blöd das auch ist...), aber ich würde NIE Kaffee trinken, in dem Zigaretten drin sind...
:?
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Jao gut Formuliert!!!!
Aber iczh freu mich dennoch mal schaun was das wird
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Ich freu mich jedenfalls auf den Film. Bleibt nur zu hoffen, dass der Film auch gut ist. :?
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IOch freu mich auch schon drauf, bin mal gespannt wer von den beiden das Battle gewinnt! Ich denke aber Jason
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Es soll ja eine Version geben, in der Jason gewinnt und eine Andere in der Freddy gewinnt. :)
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Also offiziel ist zur Story nur bekannt das die beiden sich in die Wolle kriegen und mitten drin ist ne Gruppe von Teenagern!!!
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Und wenn ihnen nix mehr einfällt töten sie ein paar Teenager oder wat?
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Keine ahnung, da stand halt nur das zur Story.
Mehr kann ich auch nicht sagen.
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Die Teenager nehmen die doch zum Aufwärmen...
Osolemio
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Wetten, daß manchen der Film wieder nicht gefällt (ähnlich wie Jason X)...
es gibt immer jemand der meckert....
nur hoffen wir das beste. ich bin zuversichtlich, daß dies ein guter Funsplatter streifen wird.
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Ich denke aber schon dass er was wird!
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Denk ich auch, wird geil.
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Denke, dass er recht gut wird. Eine Variante wäre doch noch gewesen:Freddy vs. Jason vs. Michael vs. Leatherface, oder?
P.s.: Ist nur Spass
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Der wird garantiert geil
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Das denke ich auch!*mit Spannung erwarten*
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Also Ken Hodder wird nicht in dem Film als Jason zu sehen sein, schade eigentlich!
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Er heisst Kane Hodder. Und woher weißt du das?
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Ja, hast recht, hab mich verschrieben. von darkhorizons
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Der Film wird auch ohne ihn funktionieren. Aber wenn Englund Freddy nicht speilt, das könnte n echts Problem sein. Aber der ist soweit ich weiß dabei.
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Freddy ohne Englund wär kein Freddy...
Aber das mit Hodder ist kein allzu großer Verlust, den haben eh schon mehrere gespielt. Auf einen mehr oder weniger kommt's mir da nicht an...
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ich hätte es nicht besser sagen können. ;)
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Ja, habt recht aber ich denke er war der beste.
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Ja,das denk ich auch!
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in welchen Teilen hat er Jason gespielt???
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7.-10.
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Ja der war dann echt der beste!
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Sag ich doch!!!! ;)
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Ich auch! ;)
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Endlich, ich habe grade erste Bilder zum Film gefunden http://www.bloody-disgusting.com
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Geil!! Mehr kann und will ich dazu nicht sagen. 8)
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Bild 1:
http://jasonvsfreddy.com/jasonvsfreddyposter2.jpg
Bild 2:
http://www.geocities.com/fridaythe13th6669/jasonvsfreddyposter.jpg
Bild 3:
http://www.horrorcult.com/locandine/f/FreddyVSJason.jpg
Bild 4:
http://catv.retsat1.com.pl/niewiar/fvj/Freddy%20versus%20Jason_pliki/fvj2.jpeg
Bild 5:
http://catv.retsat1.com.pl/niewiar/fvj/Freddy%20versus%20Jason_pliki/fvsj_poster.jpeg
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Hm, die Links scheinen nicht alle zu funzen. Der Einfachheit halber zieh´ich die Pics mal hier rein...
(http://www.horrorcult.com/locandine/f/FreddyVSJason.jpg)
(http://catv.retsat1.com.pl/niewiar/fvj/Freddy%20versus%20Jason_pliki/fvj2.jpeg)
(http://catv.retsat1.com.pl/niewiar/fvj/Freddy%20versus%20Jason_pliki/fvsj_poster.jpeg)
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( Habe es deshalb nicht gemacht, da es bei manchen sehr lange laden muss... )
Sorry :)
Hier der Rest:
(http://home.att.net/~thehorrorhaven/fvj2.jpg)
...und neu - "Simpsons"...
(http://home.att.net/~thehorrorhaven/fredvj.jpg)
...sowie
(http://home.att.net/~thehorrorhaven/fvjas.jpg)
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Das eine Bild, was noch nicht ging -> http://jasonvsfreddy.com/
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Sieht gar nicht so übel aus. Vielleichts wirds doch noch etwas :) .
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Ich freu' mich auch schon! Wird ein schönes Gemetzel! :-)
Gruß
Markus :-)
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Einige der Bilder sind irgendwie aus bekannten Motiven zusammengesetzt und retusiert.....nun....wie etwas aus dem fertigen Film aussieht ?????
alles Promomaterial!
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Stimmt, auf allen Plakaten, die so im Netz rumschwirren, sieht man nur bekannte Motive. Da hätte man im Vorfeld eigentlich mehr erwartet, hoffentlich wird der eigentliche Film dann auch nicht nur ein Aufguss aus schon vorhandenem Material.
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Ich kann nicht mehr warten...... ;)
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Kann jemand schon den groben Inhalt der Story schildern ?
Wie treffen Freddy und Jason eigendlich aufeinander ?
Das einzige was ich weis, ist wie der berühmte Aufzählreim abgewandelt wurde;
"1, 2 Freddy kommt vorbei. 3,4 Jason steht vor deiner Tür" :)
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Der Reim kling gut :)
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Ich habe gehört, dass Freddy in Jasons Träume herumgeistert (Jason hat Gefühle => aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh, wie scheisse :evil: ). Es soll angeblich zwei Enden geben. In einem gewinnt Freddy und im anderen Jason.
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Das mit den 2 Enden hab ich auch schon gehört, das mit den Träumen noch nicht...na ja, mal abwarten, aber Jason...träumen...????
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Hehe, wobei, wenn man sich das mal vorstellt...lol...kann schon ziemlich genial witzig werden, Jason träumt davon klischeehaft dargestellte Teenies umzumetzeln, doch da macht ihm Freddy einen Strich durch die Rechnung und macht sie Jason streitig, dann ist der arme Jason beleidigt und beide metzeln sich ab und leider kommen dann noch ein paar Teens in die Quere, die ziemlich gelegen kommen....rofl...kann ziemlich witzig werden, muss aber nicht, mal abwarten.... :?
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Jep :) :?
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Leute, ich weiß nur eins:
JASON wird FREDDY ganz schön in den ARSCH TRETEN!!!! ;-)
Gruß
Markus :-)
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Richtig :twisted:
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Das sehe ich genauso!
Auch wenn ich den Film noch nicht kenne, weiß ich jetzt schon, dass mir das Ende in dem Jason gewinnt besser gefallen wird :lol:
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hi leute
sagt mal seid ihr eigentlich alle gagen freddy, ich denk au, dass jason der immortel unter allen charakters is, aba freddy is doch au heftig!
cu
mfg luzzi
:twisted:
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Freddy ist einfallsreicher, aber Jason ist halt "cooler" - einfach die Machete raus und fertig.
Außerdem ist Freddy seit Teil 5 m. E. nicht mehr bedrohlich, sondern nur noch lustig. Deshalb gehören auch meine Sympathien eher Jason.
Freddy würde ich dagegen beispielsweise bei einem Kampf gegen Horace Pinker die Daumen drücken.
Aber eigentlich will ich ja nochmal Gina Wild kämpfen sehen (nach Möglichkeit diesmal im Schlamm...) :-P
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jup, wäre goil
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Das sehe ich genauso!
Auch wenn ich den Film noch nicht kenne, weiß ich jetzt schon, dass mir das Ende in dem Jason gewinnt besser gefallen wird :lol:
Ja.Jason rockt :D Freddy auch,aber gegen Jason...*tst* :twisted:
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Ich find beide cool. Darum find ich das mit den zwei Enden ein sehr gute Idee. Jason ist zwar körperlich um einiges mächtiger, dafür ist Freddy schlauer und geschickter.
Mal sehen wie's wird.
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Ja.Ist ja nicht so,das Freddy nix drauf hat...aber gegen Jason...warten wir`s ab ;)
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Ich hab das script gefunden, ist zwar leider nur auf english, aber man kann es sich ja mal angucken...
FREDDY VS JASON
A Screenplay by:
Peter Briggs
FADE IN:
EPIC MUSIC O.S., the MAIN TITLES ROLLING over a series of medieval
WOODCUTS. SINISTER IMAGERY - monsters, demons, torture devices -
DISOLVING into one another, then we...
OPEN ON:
EXT. HILLSIDE PASS - SUNSET (17TH CENTURY)
Lush green fields and vineyards, very like the Napa Valley.
SOLEMN BENDICTINE CHANTING on the SOUNDTRACK, and the distant
RESONANT TOLLING of a church bell, O.S.
We HEAR TINKLING CHIMES. With a gentle CLIP-CLOP OF HOOVES, a
burro crests a dark hill, silhouetted against the blood-red sun.
Its rider adorned in lavish Catholic vesments.
Before we can be amused, SIX MAGNIFICENT CHARGERS follow. Two
grim-faced CIVILIANS in formal Middle-Ages clothing to the fore,
a vanguard of pennant-wielding SOLDIERS at back.
CLOSER NOW. The horses are nervous. The burro's rider - SIGNOR
DELUCA - MURMURS something nervously in Italian.
SIGNOR DELUCA
"Le colline...hanno occhi!"
PITT - a wary American Witchfinder - narrows his eyes. Turns to
his traveling companion.
PITT
What did he say?
HOPKINS - an aristocratic Englishman with a startling similarity
to Christopher Lee - avoids his gaze. Scours the encroaching
terrain with his keen vision.
HOPKINS
"The hills...have eyes."
The horses WHINNY, worried by something nearby. SHEET-LIGHTNING
whites-out the sky, drizzle spattering the earth.
SIGNOR DELUCA
(heavily-accented English)
It's begun --
AN ANGLE ABOVE, LOOKING DOWN. The company trek purposefully along
the winding trail. Something dark prowls past IMMEDIATE
FOREGROUND. GROWLS inhumanely...
EXT. CASTLE APPROACH - SUNSET (17TH CENTURY)
The horses BUCK and REAR as they round the bend.
SOLDIER #1
Mother of God --
THEIR P.O.V. A PAIR OF GROTESQUE WOODEN-FRAME EFFIGIES dominate
the trail ahead, one to either side. Human-shaped, 30 feet
tall. Both are aflame, packed with BURNING CADAVERS (anyone
remember the 1973 movie "The Wicker Man"?).
HOPKINS
(solemnly)
I've seen this before.
PITT
In England?
HOPKINS
In the darkest chasm of my dreams...
As the troupe continue forward, we CRANE UP BEHIND THEM. Half a
mile away, a gothic Italian castle looms ominously dark THUNDER
CLOUDS roll supernaturally across the sky. A SUPERIMPOSED CAPTION
CARD informs us this is:
ITALY - 1648
EXT. ENTRANCE - CASTLE - NIGHT (17TH CENTURY)
The ground has turned to slush. The horses skid, lose their
footing. An ornate wooden box tethered to a saddlebag bursts
open, releasing --
PITT
Pontiff -- !
SOLDIER #1 dismounts, scrabbles in the mud. Passes two rather
plain-looking daggers back to DeLuca. As he does--
THEY TRANSFORM. Morphing into exact duplicates of the Byzantine
blade which slayed Jason Voorhees in "Jason Goes To Hell."
Astonishment flashes across the Soldier's face.
SIGNOR DELUCA
(admonishes him)
This matter...will not pass your lips.
Hopkins and Pitt stare covetously at the weapons.
PITT
The Daggers of Horvath...
SIGNOR DELUCA
Sacrosanct. Said...forged...by the
alchemists...of dead Atlantis.
HOPKINS
(cannily)
...And also from the blade which pierced
the side of Christ?
DeLuca shrugs, perhaps a little annoyed.
SIGNOR DELUCA
The origins are unimportant. Only their
powers count this day.
(to Soldier #2)
Tether the animals.
A turret rises above, a portent of doom. Lightning FLARES.
INT. ENTRANCE HALL - CASTLE - NIGHT (FOREGROUND MINATURE)
Boots ECHO on stone as the group enter an expansive circular
chamber. Water PLINK-PLONKS from dank archeways all around.
Inverted crosses on the walls, torches flickering in metal wall-
holders. A wide staircase spirals into cobwebbed darkness above.
A pair of giant censers swing back-and-forth...dozens of dangling
chains with upturned corpses - real Grand Guignol - tangled in
them.
The FAINT STRAINS of a NURSERY RHYME - somehow familiar to us -
intrude. Incongruously, the LYRICS are Italian --
DREAM CHILDREN
(O.S., "Freddy Theme")
"Uno, Due...Thanos venga per te. Tre,
quattro...dovete chiudre le porte."
HOPKINS
You hear -- ?
SIGNOR DELUCA
Si. Pitt...?
The American stares up at the hanging wrought-iron chandelier
frame, scrutinizing the SYMBOL forged into it. Neither Celtic
run, nor Egyptian glyph. Not Sanskrit, or pentangle...but somehow
all at once.
PITT
Salem. Four years past. I burnt a coven.
This same device.
(a beat)
Evil is at hand...
DREAM CHILDREN
(O.S.)
"Nove, dieci...non dormirai piu --"
A VERTICAL ANGLE, HIGH ABOVE. The RHYME stops. SILENCE. We HEAR
a STEADY THUMP...THUMP. They draw their swords as --
Something PUNCHES FORCEFULLY through a COBWEB VEIL, BOUNCES down
the steps. Comes to a halt at SOLDIER #3's feet...a dyed-purple
leather ball. He bends
PITT
Wait -- !
Either the man chooses to ignore, or he doesn't understand. He
picks it up. There's a MIDIEVAL SMILING SUN embroidered in gold
filigree on one side. He grins. Flips it to see --
BURNS and MELTS, maggots and yellow bile pouring forth into his
hand. It multiplies exponentially, spilling up along his arm in a
second like a cancer. He turns, SCREAMING to the others --
HOPKINS
Back...stay back!
The Soldier lurches for them, his entire body consumed now. He
stumbles, falls to the floor. EXPLODING into a mass of scarab
beetles that scurry past their feet for the corners of the room.
DeLuca crosses himself.
GIGGLING from above. The group look up to see a pair of YOUNG
GIRLS in white dresses duck back over a high balcony.
SIGNOR DELUCA
There...
INT. WINDING STAIRWAY - CASTLE - NIGHT (17TH CENTURY)
A HUGE SPIDER scuttles across the thick blocking cobwebs. The
group cautiously acend the stairway, slicing at the musty veil.
As Pitt turns his lantern to see a wall HEAVING with bugs --
A COVEY OF CROWS flush from a cranny, wings fluttering into their
face, blinding them. DeLuca staggers back, feet pedaling on the
edge. A straight drop, 50 feet...
HOPKINS
(alarmed)
Signor!
Hopkins hand lashes out and drags him back.
SIGNOR DELUCA
(thankful)
Grazie.
INT. CORRIDOR - CASTLE - NIGHT (17TH CENTURY)
At the corridor's end are massive iron doors, 5 feet tall. A pair
of drop-dead gorgeous BLACK WOMEN in white robes stand before
them, staring enigmatically with peculiar eyes. The smoke
wreathing them SWIRLS back through the doors like REVERSE TIME-
LAPSE, gliding them with it.
INT. NECROMANCER'S LAIR - CASTLE - NIGHT (17TH CENTURY)
Another cylindrical chanber; the "Penticon" symbol Pitt recognized
hewn large on the ancient stone floor. Through a glass skylight
above, turbulent clouds simmer menacingly.
HOPKINS
The Necromancer.
In the chamber's center - above the "Penticon", about 5 feet off
the ground - floats a MAN. Crunched into a fetal position, he is
naked. Tautly muscled, every square inch of his body inscribed
with occult symbology. (He also bears more than a passing
resemblance to Robert Englund).
SIGNOR DELUCA
My nephew...
THE DOORS SLAM CLOSED behind them, the wall-torches extinguishing.
The chamber becoming wreathed in the darkest shadows imaginable.
A WOMAN'S LAUGHTER ECHOES ICILY, O.S.
PITT
Time is short.
SIGNOR DELUCA
Let us hurry.
The three men approach. The air shimmers, as if they've just
passed through an invisible field of some kind.
The three Soldiers stare around the room nervously. All around
are drawings and models, prototypes of fantastic inventions.
They're so proccupied, they don't notice --
THIER OWN SHADOWS, peeling away from their bodies and sliding up
the wall to vanish into the gloom above.
SIGNOR DELUCA (cont'd)
Help me. Reveal his heart.
DeLuca holds the Dagger steady. As Hopkins and Pitt reach up to
grasp the Necromancer's folded arms --
Behind them, DARK GRASPING CLAWS shoot down from above towards the
Soldiers. Hauling a SCREAMING Soldier #1 upward.
The Necromancer's eyes SNAP OPEN instantly, unleashing a BELLOW OF
RAGE. DeLuca slams forward with astonishing strength, driving the
Dagger into the Necromancer's chest..but only part way. The
creature's arms WHIP OUT with superhuman force, knocking the
demon-slayers away.
Soldiers #2 and #4 hack furiously away with their swords, trying
to release their comrade, as --
Hopkins reaches out. Grasps the Dagger's handle and drives it
further into the Necromancer's heart, twisting it. He SHRIEKS
like a feral animal --
Then falls to the floor. That same instant, the disemboweled
corpse falls. Soldier #1 drops out of the shadows with a THUMP.
The survivors edge warily forward, until --
THEIR LANTERNS FLARE LIKE XENON, achingly bright. The shadown in
the room seem to alter...flow. A moving, liquid mass from every
corner that pours towards the fallen Necromancer, entering the
corpse's mouth and nostrils. The chamber brightens, until --
There are no more shadows in the room. A BEAT, then --
THE BODY EXPLODES, atomized to fine red droplets. An ENORMOUS
FORM rises up from within, some vast CLOAKED OUTLINE, LAUGHING
with DEEP MALEVOLENCE. Pitt steps forward, brandishing a
crucifix.
DARK VOICE
Foolish mortals...do not task me!
PITT
Be gone, Apollyon!
A shadow tentacle lashes out, slithers around Pitt's neck. Hauls
him off the floor and squeezes tight. The crucifix clatters to
the ground as blood seeps from his lips.
Hopkins and SOLDIER #4 race forward to help. Another pair of
tentacles explode forth. Hopkins is sent sprawling...the black
mass PUNCHING straight through the Soldier #4's armor like a
javelin and impaling him against the wall. An arrow unleashed
from Soldier #2's crossbow evaporates in mid-air.
Pitt's tentacle finishes its work. His decapitated body drops to
the ground, the head rolling off into the shadows.
Another pseudopod hurtles for DeLuca, who cries out --
But suddenly Hopkins is there, wielding a Dagger of Horvath. The
tentacle hits the Holy blade and rives into black ice, showering
the chamber floor. The Shape LAUGHS UPROARIOUSLY.
DARK VOICE
When Time...reaches its close...and your
race attains the skies...I will set my
creatures to shatter this world.
SIGNOR DELUCA
Consign thee to Hell, foul spawn!
The stone "Penticon" beneath the Necromancer's corpse SHATTERS
like glass, dropping into a GAPING ESOPHAGAL TUNNEL that plunges
into the DEPTHS OF HELL. The Shadow-form disappears in a
SHOCKWAVE BLAST that EXPLODES the skylight and SPLINTERS
everything breakable. The MOCKING LAUGHTER fades as the
"Penticon" reseals whole.
HOPKINS
(dryly)
Demons. So overdramatic.
DeLuca gazes around at the complex inventions, marvelling.
SIGNOR DELUCA
Look at this. The detail...the genius.
HOPKINS
Humankind...might profit immeasurably.
Soldier #4 approaches Hopkins hesitantly.
SOLDIER #2
Sire? What...should --?
Hopkins moves something on a nearby drafting board. Examines the
soft vellum parchment stretched out there.
Like a Da Vinci anatomical study, we see an intricately detailed
orthographic representation of FREDDY KRUEGER'S KNIFE-GLOVE
and JASON VOORHEES' KILLING MASK.
HOPKINS
(absent, but authoritative)
Burn it all. Raze it to the ground.
Flames CRACKLE up INTO FRAME all around as we TRACK SLOWLY into
the blueprint. SLAMMING ROCK MUSIC RISES O.S. as we --
DISSOLVE THROUGH TO:
EXT. ELM STREET. - BETHLEHEM, VIRGINIA - DAY
BRIGHT SUNLIGHT, filtering down through the boughs of trees. We
CRANE DOWN, past a sign reading "Elm Street." Hit a van in
FOREGROUND on a read of anonymous suburban storefronts.
TWO CAPTIONS FADE-UP. The FIRST, which READS:
BETHLEHEM, WEST VIRGINIA.
And then is replaced by the SECOND:
DECEMBER, 1999.
An innocuous-looking bookshop sits across the road, the sign above
the door reading "SAMHAIN BOOKS." Right out-front, a muscular
HELL'S ANGEL sits astride a gleaming Harley. A scantily-clad
BIKER BABE faces him atop the gas-tank, legs wrapped around his
waist. They're sucking some serious face.
REZNOR
(O.S.)
What - are you grafted to him, lady? Just
how much foreplay's this gorilla need
anyhow?!
A TINY RED DOT flickers like an anxious firefly on the girl's
throught. Suddenly --
SHE MOVES. Legs still in place, she swings around him to ride
pillion. He guns the engine, and they pull out.
RENZOR
(O.S.)
Thank you! Crowd goes wild --
The red dot settles on the bookshop window, and --
SPEAKER VOICE #1
(O.S., filtered)
-- This one's young --
Through the bookshop window, we see TWO MEN in conversation.
CUT TO:
INT. F.B.I. SURVEILLANCE VAN - DAY
A THUMB, stabbing at a button --
SPEAKER VOICE #1 (cont'd)
(O.S., filtered)
Fresh --
A SPECTROSCOPE, leaping into high peaks --
SPEAKER VOICE #1 (cont'd)
(O.S., filtered)
Like a peach --
A LASER-MIKE BEAM, slicing out from the one-way van window --
SPEAKER VOICE #1 (cont'd)
(O.S., filtered)
Camera loves her.
Nestled hi-tech equipment in the van's rear is JAMES (JACK)
REZNOR, F.B.I. Agent extraordinaire. Grimy, unshaven. The toll
of days of stakeout. Take-out cartons and styrofoam cups littered
around him.
REZNOR
Yeah - I'll bet, ya toxic sack of puke...
A video camera rolls quietly next to him. His cellular phone
WARBLES for attention. He reaches down, flips it on.
REZNOR
Agent Reznor. Better be good.
CUT TO:
INT. TACTICAL ROOM - F.B.I. H.Q. - WASHINGTON - NIGHT
An expansive, clean room. Dozens of manned cubicles, rows of
computer monitors. Jim Cameron territory. Christmas decorations
break the monotony.
Reznor's partner JAMES (JACK) COBAIN is in his cubicle on the
other end, a big F.B.I. logo on the wall behind him.
COBAIN
Jack...it's Jack.
CUT TO:
INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN - DAY (INTERCUT)
To the side of the video-cam is an odd-looking CCD stills camera.
Reznor thumbs a remote plunger, takes a few shots.
REZNOR
Cobain - what's occurring? Expected your
sorry ass hours back...where are you?
INT. TACTICAL ROOM - F.B.I. HEADQUARTERS - DAY (INTERCUT)
Cobain watches a CNN forest fire disaster on the wall-mounted T.V.
nearby.
CNN ANCHOR
(O.S., on television)
"-- with close to 400 miles of woodland
incinerated, Canadian authorities seem
powerless to halt the blaze --"
COBAIN
Washington, still. They pulled the
pattern. Got me playing errand boy for
some Vatican bigwig out to the airport.
INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN - DAY (INTERCUT)
Reznor jacks a wire from the stills-camera into the phone.
REZNOR
Shit. Well, look...get him to say some
"Hail Marys." Things are shaking here,
just like we thought.
INT. TACTIACAL ROOM - F.B.I. HEADQUARTERS - DAY (INTERCUT)
Cobain shifts in his seat, suddenly alert.
COBAIN
Snuff movies?
INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN - DAY (INTERCUT)
Reznor thumbs an inset button on the camera which illuminates a
green: "TRANSMIT."
REZNOR
Yeah. I'm punching what I got through.
Speaking of things priestly, Paula says I
should tell you - if you work me tomorrow
night, your tush is excommunicated.
INT. TACTICAL ROOM - F.B.I. HEADQUARTERS - DAY (INTERCUT)
The printer next to Cobain's V.D.U. WHIRRS, spits-out color stills
from Reznor's camera.
COBAIN
I'll consider myself doomed.
REZNOR
(V.0.)
They process our backup yet?
COBAIN
Hold a sec. Uh --
He cups the mouthpece as somebody (FBI AGENT #1) passes, TOOTING
an extendable party whistle. Rifles a tray of paperwork, finds a
requisition sheet with a SWAT header. The co-signature is still
blank.
COBAIN (cont'd)
Tanya...this SWAT request signature?
A pretty woman looks across from a nearby cubicle. Shrugs.
TANYA
Holidays...cut-backs? Prob'ly an
oversight. Sorry, Cabain.
CABAIN
(back into phone)
No change. Nice pictures...you get a bug
in there?
INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN - DAY (INTERCUT)
REZNOR
Not a hope. You wouldn't believe the
scanners these bozos use. Running a laser-
mike onto their window.
INT. TACTICAL ROOM - F.B.I. HEADQUARTERS - DAY (INTERCUT)
COBAIN
Alright. What I'll do is, rush these
through Photo Intelligence...drize down
the second I'm through.
INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN - DAY (INTERCUT)
REZNOR
Deal. But Jack? Give SWAT a push. I got
a hunch these sickos are about to move.
INT. TACTICAL ROOM - F.B.I. HEADQUARTERS - DAY (INTERCUT)
Cobain replaces the handset. Sits back. Looks at the paperwork.
Thinks a moment. Drags out a punch-file marked "S.W.A.T." and
opens it. Finds an old requisition. Glances around to make
certain nobody's watching, then --
COPIES THE SIGNATURE. A perfect forgery.
The T.V. catches his eye again. Another CNN disaster.
CNN ANCHOR
(O.S.)
"-- Our top story...a heated skirmish in
International Waters, Leaving Korea one
frigate down. Japan has already been
threatened with reprisals --"
Somebody (FBI AGENT #2) slows as he passes the T.V.
FBI AGENT #2
Great way to end the Century, huh?
COBAIN
(grunts affirmatively)
World's going to Hell in a handbasket.
He stabs at a remote. Flips the channel to WHITE STATIC which --
MORPH-DISSOLVES THROUGH TO:
EXT. "PLAIN OF BONES" - HELL - ZERO HOUR
A DOWNPOUR OF HORIZONTAL RAIN against a dead grey sky. So subtle,
we don't get it for a second. Then --
The SHOT ROTATES...TILTS. Swoops dizzyingly 100 feet. A LONELY
WIND HOWLS around a figure. Face upturned, droplets spatter her
face. We recogize her: ALICE JOHNSON, last seen defeating Freddy
Krueger in "THE DREAM CHILD." She shivers, her eyes SNAPPING
OPEN.
ALICE
(softly, to herself)
Where am I?
She's standing on a PLAIN OF BONES AND SKULLS stretching as far as
the eye can see, rolling hills on the horizon. The low sky BOILS,
a SEETHING BUBBLING REDNESS. A RUMBLE like an onrushing freight
train GROWS. She turns to see --
A SINGULARITY TORNADO of MULTICOLORED ENERGY THUNDERING towards
her, just 100 feet away. Chewing up the landscape...sucking
"reality" into it. It's breathtaking, and it sounds like all the
noises in the world.
Alice bolts as the worldbehind her CRUMBLES, sucked mightily
upwards. Her chest heaves, limbs working. Then --
The ground QUAKES and ERUPTS, throwing her off-balance. She falls
solidly amongst a flurry of SPLINTERING bones. Looks up to see --
THE SINGULARITY, looming large. Unstoppable. She SCREAMS --
ALICE
Nooooo --!
A GREAT WHITE EXPLOSION hurls her through the air like a ragdoll.
Her arms flail, and then she IMPACTS HARD with --
EXT. CRAGGY VERTICAL RACKFACE - HELL - ZERO HOUR (CONTINUING)
A ROUGHLY-HEWN DARK GRANITE PILLAR perhaps 30 feet square,
dropping vertiginously away thousands of feet below. She snatches
a handhold...it SNAPS away. Falls about a foot...grabs another.
Begins a labored ascent...
EXT. APEX OF PILLAR - HELL - ZERO HOUR (CONTINUING)
Alice claws her way over the plateau edge. Lies there, breathing
heavily. A sibilant VOICE makes her jump --
DARK VOICE
(O.S.)
Aaaaalicccee --
She stumbles to her feet, finds herself looking out across the
plain as the Tornado decimates it. More bones here, a SINGLE
ARTHRITIC TREE claws upwards, and standing next to it towers -
-
SOMEBODY...SOMETHING. Cloaked. A vicious bladed scythe clutched
in one hand, a BOA CONSTRICTOR coiling around the haft. If we
didn't know better, we might say it was the GRIM REAPER.
ALICE
Hello? Hello...
Alice's eyes widen as - with an eerie HISS - the figure turns
towards her. But before we see the face --
A VARIATION ON A FAMILIAR FOUR-BLADED CLAW curls disturbingly
around her neck from behind...
SLAM CUT TO:
INT. ALICE'S CAR - NIGHT
JACOB JOHNSON - Alice's nervy 8 year old son - YELLS out in panic
from the passenger seat.
JACOB
Brake!
Alice jerks awake from her daydream at the wheel to see --
ALICE
Shit!
STATIONARY TRAFFIC on the freeway ahead, materializing at 40 MPH.
She grips the wheel, mashes the brake pedal hard...
EXT. FREEWAY - BETHLEHEM - NIGHT
Alice's red Lexus SKIDS through puddles of rain. SCREECHES to a
halt inches from the car in front.
WIDER NOW, PULLING BACK. Her car a speck at the rear of the worst
Friday night gridlock you can imagine.
INT/EXT. ALICE'S CAR - NIGHT
Alice sits, hyperventilating. Grey eyes wide. We get a better
look at her now. Smartly-dressed. Mid-to-late 20s, mid-length
strawberry-blond hair. Cute as a button.
Her son stares accusingly at her from alongside.
JACOB
Mom, you said you weren't tired!
ALICE
No...I...just must have drifted.
JACOB
You weren't...dreaming again? Like before?
She gives him a look. Ducks the loaded question. Peers out
through the rain- slicked windshield.
ALICE
Look at this rain. Feels like it tailed
us right from New Jersey.
She reaches down and flips the radio on. Gets the news.
RADIO NEWSCASTER
(O.S., on radio)
-- "Bizarre mass cult suicide at a Rio de
Janeiro soccer stadium, 20,000 estimated
dead --"
ALICE
Getting harder to find any uplifting news
these days.
JACOB
That's cause-of it's the "Fin de Sickle."
ALICE
The what?
JACOB
"Fin de --"
ALICE
(pronouncing correctly)
Ah..."Fin de Siecle"?
JACOB
Yea. Like, when every century ends,
everything goes totally nutso. Only this
time it's worse, cause it's, like, a new
Millennium too.
ALICE
(smiles)
Pretty slick. Where'd that come from?
JACOB
French class. Our tea --
A RUMBLE starts-up, gaining intensity. A spring-mounted toy bird
dangling from the rear-view trembles. The car VIBRATES on its
suspension, the engine cutting-out.
JACOB (cont'd)
Earthquake! Wow...cool!
THEIR P.O.V. People scramble from their cars. A traffic sign
ahead shakes, a freeway light swaying like a giraffe's neck.
ALICE
(gettign frightened)
Virginia doesn't get quakes!
Their gaze SNAPS ACROSS as a roadside fire hydrant BLOWS, gushing
water into the air. A high-tension wire above SNAPS with a
TWANG, Jacob YELLING as --
JACOB
Mom!!
THE SPARKING CABLE hits their roof, HISSING as it writhes.
Searing the paintwork a couple of times before dropping to the
roadside and becoming inert.
The tremor abruptly ends. Alice grabs Jacob --
ALICE
Jeez, are you alright--?!
JACOB
Think so...
ALICE
Sure?
JACOB
Yea...
ALICE
God...that was too freaky.
She flips the ignition. Nothing. Tries it again. This time the
engine GRINDS UNPLEASANTLY.
ALICE
Oh. Oh, no...
JACOB
What's wrong?
ALICE
Our angel must be on coffee-break. Jake,
honey...something's wrong. I'm gonna...
have to pull us off the next ramp.
Somebody HONKS behind. The engine catches, sounds unhealthy.
JACOB
(knowingly)
What did I say?
ALICE
Yeah. Tell me about it --
EXT. ALICE'S CAR - NIGHT
We PULL BACK on the livid electrical scars seared into the car's
rooftop. Oddly, they resemble...Freddy claw gouges.
A mindful NURSERY RHYME TUNE TINKLESdelicately O.S. as the Lexus
pulls out onto the freeway turn-off...
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET - OUTSIDE FREEMAN HOUSE - BETHLEHEM - NIGHT
Neat identical houses: Suburban Anywheresville, U.S.A. A 15ft
illuminated neighborhood Christmas tree shines like a candystore
beacon.
Sheets of rain bead on telephone wires crossign the street. Drip
into the tree, FIZZING and FLICKERING the bulbs.
INT. LIVING ROOM - FREEMAN HOUSE - NIGHT
An 8 year-old blond girl - STEPHANIE FREEMAN - eats a sandwich
atop the back of a chaise-longue, face pushed up against the misty
widow. Stares wide-eyed as the tree flickers spastically across
the street.
STEPHANIE
Daddy! The tree isn't working right -- !
She climbs down, wanders back across the long room. The
television plays "The Mask" animated series NOISILY to itself in
B.G. She glances cursorily at it in passing.
INT. KITCHEN - FREEMAN HOUSE - NIGHT (CONTINUING)
Stephanie's parents - STEVEN and JESSICA REEMAN - are in mid-
argument in the cramped kitchen, a disassembled car gear box
neatly laid-out on the dining table.
Steven is an odd blend of bookish and jock, his greasy work
overalls partially unbuttoned. His wife is exceptionally
pretty...at least she would be if she gave herself the chance.
She seems tired, long blond hair tied back in a ponytail. Both
are in their late 20s.
JESSICA
Steven, you made a promise!
STEVEN
Jess --
JESSICA
New Year's, 1999...a fresh Century! We
always said we'd celebrate this one
togeter, regardless --
STEVEN
We will...look - it'll be a fast pick-up.
Burn rubber first thing, get this guy's
sump. Back in plenty of time. You...
me...Stephy --
JESSICA
Ushering-in the "bright new future"?
She turns away to wash some vegetables at the sink, her tone a
mixture of cynicism and tired resignation. Steven stops, frowns.
Puzzled and somewhat taken-aback.
STEVEN
Right. What?
Stephanie appears at the doorway, interrupting the flow.
STEPHANIE
Daddy...?
STEVEN
(to Jessica, persistent)
Look, I promised the guy. Am I missing
something here -- ?
JESICA
(to Stephanie)
Oh - not now, baby...
STEPHANIE
(persistent, to Steven)
-- Can you fix the tree?
Stephanie picks the stick-shift up from the table.
STEVEN
Which tree?...don't touch that, pumpkin.
Distracted, Steven takes it from Stephanie, replaces it. She
wraps her arms around him. Pouts petulantly.
STEPHANIE
Over the park. The lights are all sparky,
look --
JESSICA
Stephy, Mom and Dad are yammerin --
STEPHANIE
Puh-lease?
She jumps up-and-down. He ruffles her hair.
STEVEN
Weren't you watching T.V.?
JESSICA
T.V.'s for squids.
STEVEN
(laughs)
Well...plumb the depths. I'll get there.
STEPHANIE
O-kay...
Stephanie grudgingly leaves. Steven LAUGHS.
STEVEN
I swear, that kid's intent on setting the
whole world to rights.
JESSICA
Great. Have her start here.
Steven's had it. Turns to her, baffled.
STEVEN
Alright. You gonna share into this little
secret?
JESSICA
Which'd be what?
STEVEN
You, stomping about like a poster ad for
Prozac.
JESSICA
Oh - pull a 360, Steven! Take a wild stab!
Steven looks wounded. This seems to be a familiar routine.
STEVEN
C'mon, Jess --
JESSICA
No! No, I've had it! I'm sic of...of
clipping coupons...scrimping every cent.
We've bills up the ying-yang...I want us
to actually amount to something!
STEVEN
Pushing "delete" on one of "America's Most
Wanted" wasn't enough for one lifetime -- ?
JESSICA
It's been eight years since we fried Jason
Voorhees! Eight years! What do we have
to show for it?
STEVEN
We got the autoshop --
JESSICA
You seen our bank statements?
STEVEN
The recession...you know it's temporary.
We'll pull through --
JESSICA
Yeah, and it's always around the next
corner! Steven, we're sinking into a
bottomless pit! I look at other families
with 'lifestyles'...we don't even manage a
life! I spend most of my life under a
car, up to my elbows in grease and swill!
third-rate existence!
STEVEN
What do you want me to say? I'm all outta
easy answers!
The message pager on Steven's belt BEEPS annoyingly. He thumbs it
off, squints at the display. Looks abashed at Jessica.
STEVEN (cont'd)
It's...uh...a call-out --
Jessica turns away. Picks up the knife. Chops mechanically at
the vegetables like a Stepford wife.
JESSICA
You should go.
STEVEN
(conciliatory)
Jess --
JESSICA
No. Do it. We can use the money.
Steven leaves the kitchen uncertainly. We HEAR him call out:
STEVEN
(O.S.)
Up for a ride, sweet thing?
STEPHANIE
(O.S., excited)
You bet!
JESSICA
(calling after)
Don't forget your --
Jessica closes her eyes as the front door BANGS. Heaves a SIGH,
instant regret flooding her features.
JESSICA (cont'd)
(finishing, redundant)
-- Keys. Goddammit, Jess Voorhees --
CUT TO:
EXT. DULLES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - NIGHT
A big 747 comes in to land on a rain-swept runway.
INT. ARRIVAL LOUNGE - DULLES INTERNATIONAL - NIGHT
The terminal is packed with mostly-bored PASSENGERS, not even
Bruce Willis and some hijackers to liven things up.
Cobain sits on a passenger rotunda, an F.B.I. file open of his
lap. He YAWNS...goes to sip from his styrofoam cup. A FAT
BUSINESSMAN to his right turns the pages of his newspaper, catches
Cobain's elbow. A great coffee SPLOT stains his paperwork.
Cobain shoots him an evil look.
FAT BUSINESSMAN
Sorry, pal.
Cobain catches sight of the newspaper headline: "ASTRONOMERS
BAFFLED OVER DISAPPEARING STARS." Reaches down, wipes away the
mess. We see an attached "Front-and-Right" mugshot of a hatchet-
faced guy (who we recognize from Reznor's surveillance shots)
registered with an "Interpol, Surete" stamp. From the corner of
his eye, Cobain notices the OLD WOMAN to his left reading the
file.
COBAIN
(pointedly)
Interesting read?
The woman looks hurriedly away...
CUT TO:
EXT "SHAMAN BOOKS" - ELM STREET - NIGHT
An ANGLE low on the rain-speckled sidewalk. A VAN'S TIRE enters
FRAME. The door opens; a boot drops into SHOT.
INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN - NIGHT
A dishevelled Reznor drops a cigarette butt in his empty styrofoam
cup. Opens his packet of Camels. Empty. Glances out the
window...and does a double-take. Sits up straight, instantly
galvanized. Snaps-off a few more photographs.
REZNOR
What? Little late-night browsing?
HIS P.O.V., ACROSS THE ROAD. A newly-arrived van stands outside
the store as a RAINCOATED MAN fumbles an adjacent yard open.
Reznor watches as it proceeds inside.
REZNOR (cont'd)
Bingo. Pary-hearty time --
He unholsters his pistol, thumb-catches the slide --
EXT. YARD - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT.
VERTICAL CRANE SHOT, looking down on the van as two FIGURES in
raincoats manhandle a struggling hape encased in a black bodybag
up through a fire-exit at the rear of the bookshop.
EXT. YARD DOOR - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - ELM STREET - NIGHT
Rain plastering his hair, Reznor sidles carefully up to the yard
door, gun-in hand. Glances nervously around, puts his face to a
gap in the fence. Peers through --
REZNOR
Aw...shit!
He pulls out his cellphone. Flips it open --
EXT TURRET - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT
Narrow lengthwise rectangular windows glow soft yellow against the
silhouette of the oddly medieval turret atop the bookstore.
Lightning BURSTS throw it into sharp relief. We HEAR the TOLLING
of a CHURCH BELL on the SOUNDTRACK...
INT. SACRIFICIAL CHAMBER - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT
A LOW ANGLE, orbiting a strange inverted "lightning rod" suspended
dead-center in the circular chamber. Sculptured ceiling "ribs"
curve outwards, forming cabalistic pillars lining the room. The
saffron glow from hundreds of candles highlights diabolic imagery
on the walls as the storm FLASHES through the windows high above,
MALEFIC CHANTING O.S.
A wick is lit by one of several CLOAKED CULTISTS milling around
the room. An ANCIENT GRIMOIRE with a sculpted cover (the "EVIL
DEAD" Necronomicon, seen in the Voorhees house in "JASON GOES TO
HELL") rests open on a wooden podium. The LEAD CULTIST traces
arcane runes as he anoints the tooled silver blade of an AZTEC
SACRIFICIAL MACHETE with oils.
LEAD CULTIST
"Ro-Ta Derp...Suss-Ruv Nayala --"
We TRACK LEFT as another Cultist totes a set of ominous iron limb-
shackles. Linger in PASSING the video-assist monitor of a mounted
camcorder. It glitches to life, reveals an INVERTED WOODEN
CROSS...we CONTINUE and END on the real thing: 6ft long and tilted
at 40 degree slant.
A HIGH ROTATING ANGLE, away from the Cross to a symbol carved into
the stone floor. We recognize it instantly as the "Penticon" rune
from our ITALIAN PROLOGUE. We hear a GIRL'S SHRIEKING VOICE from
somewhere just outside.
GOTH GIRL
(O.S.)
Get your goddamn paws off -- !
EXT. YARD - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT
Reznor drops down from the fence top. The ground on the yard-side
is slushy - he loses his balance, skids awkwardly. His cellphone
falls into the mud. He picks it up, shakes the dirt from it.
Crosses to the van, peers quickly inside.
INT. SACRIFICIAL CHAMBER - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT
FAST CUTS. Chunky wrist clamps CLUNK into place. A spirited but
obviously-terrifed dark-haired GOTH GIRL SCREAMS crazily as two
CULTISTS attempt to secure her legs to the top of the slanted
cross, the others stand CHANTING in shadows surrounding the
room...
CULTISTS
(together)
"Kandar...estrata...montos...eygrets --"
The Lead Cultist - the same guy from Cobain's Interpol photographs
- stands behind the Necronomicon podium.
LEAD CULTIST
Lord of Gehanna...keeper of the Fallen
Spirits of Darkness --
The Girl lashes a long leg at one with the force of a Bruce Lee
karate kick. As Cultist #1 SLAMS back against a pillar, the cowl
slips away to reveal a WOMAN PRIEST with a CLERICAL DOG-COLLAR
beneath.
GOTH GIRL
Crazy freako psycho bastards...let me go!
Cultist #2 ENTERS SHOT wielding a HI-TECH STUN ROD. Shoves it
against her with a SHARP OZONE CRACK. The Girl slumps back.
LEAD CULTIST
By the Abramelin Mage, receive this lowly
oblation as your own --
Another restraint CLAMPS around the Girl's throat. The CHANTING
RISES in PITCH as her dress is RIPPED SAVAGELY AWAY, revealing the
bare chest beneath. The videocam monitor begins to GLITCH
inexplicably --
INT. YARD - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT
Reznor glances up. The THUNDERCLOUDS above the store are SEETHING
into TURMOIL. He tries the fire-exit. Locked.
REZNOR
Perfect --
He pulls a Lockaid gun - a staplegun-like device - from his coat
pocket. Squeezes the trigger. Thin protruding prongs WHIRR and
vibrate. He slides them into the keylock --
INT. SACRIFICIAL CHAMBER - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT
The CHANTING aproaches feer-pitch. The Lead Cultist runs the
Aztec Machete's tip lightly between the girl's breasts, drawing a
bead of blood. Raises the blade to shoulder height as she stirs
slightly and MOANS.
LEAD CULTIST
(rising to a shout)
-- Hear these words of power! Barter this
flesh and invoke your Holy Guardian...
"Nosferatus, Emontus...Thanos"--!
WIDER NOW, ACROSS THE ROOM. At the precise moment he drives the
blade down, we CRAB QUICKLY LEFT to --
THE GIRL'S FACE on the VIDEO MONITOR, HOWLING in EXTREME CLOSE-UP
as the machee SLAMS home (mercifully OFFSCREEN). The monitor
picture starts to ROLL --
FAST CUT TO:
INT. YARD - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT
SNAP! TIGHT ON Reznor's Lockaid gun as the twin prongs shear-off
in the lock --
REZNOR
Shit! This never happens on T.V.!
He stumbles back into the yard, takes a look around as LIGHTNING
FLARES above --
INT. SACRIFICIAL CHAMBER - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT
The Girl's head slumps lifelessly back. Blood swells along
channels carved into the cross...weeps over the edge. Trickles
into --
THE "PENTICON" BELOW. Disturbingly, the fluid MOVES OF ITS OWN
VOLITION...heading in assorted directions along the carved
gullies. The Cultists register surprise and trepidation as the
droplets ACCELERATE and ACCELERATE and --
TRANSFORM from matter into SEARING POINTS OF ENERGY that race
about the unholy symbol like a circuitboard ELECTRON DANCE. A
strange wind GUSTS through the place, GUTTERING the candle
slightly. The videocam monitor SNOWS erratically as questing
tendrils of power SHOOT up from the circle, ARCING through the
Girl's body and shrivelling her to a desiccated husk --
EXT. FRONT OF STARE - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT
Reznor's head SNAPS UPWARDS as --
EXT. TURRET - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT
The heavens are RENT ASUNDER by a MIGHTY CRACK, a bolt of
LIGHTNING SLASHING DOWN to COURSE through the vane atop the
bookshop, and --
INT. SACRIFICIAL CHAMBER - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT
CRACKING DOWN from the inverted lightning conductor to the
"Penticon" which ERUPTS, coalescing into a RAGING ENERGY
MAELSTROM. All the candles BLOW OUT simultaneously --
EXT. FRONT OF STORE - "SAMHIN BOOKS" - NIGHT
KER-BOOM! The turret windows SHATTER, GOUTING EXHAUST SPUMES of
ROLLING ORANGE FIRE.
Reznor dives for cover as debris showers down --
REZNOR
Holy fuck!
INT. SACRIFICIAL CHAMBER - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT
The ENERGY TORNADO is a WHIRLING VORTEX of RED-AND-GREEN LIGHT,
oscillating slightly (perhaps subliminally giving the idea we
might see Freddy Krueger). The Cross has become energized, an
INCANDESCENT GLOWING MASS...a BLAST WAVE hits it, BLOWING AWAY the
Goth Girl's ashen remains.
Cultist #3 on the periphery IGNITES, a human fireball. The Lead
Cultist is snagged by the vortex's power, the trim of his cowl
catching fire. Both his skull and right arm GLOW from within, an
unearthly MOLTEN ORANGE --
EXT. FRONT OF STORE - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT
Reznor rainses his pistol squarely at the storefront window.
REZNOR
Screw "Reasonable Cause" --
BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM! A half-dozen rounds STAR and IMPLODE the
glass...
INT. SACRIFICIAL CHAMBER - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT
A SHAPE forms within the tornado...a HUMANOID framework of veins
suspended above the floor in a fetal ball, gaining solidity each
moment --
Mass panic. Cultist #4 tries to bolt...an energy ribbon LASHES
out and BURNS A HOLE THROUGH HIM.
The jaw of the transfixed Lead Cultist opens a SILENT SCREAM in
his WHITE-HOT SKULL --
The Humanoid Shape is solid now, electrcal CRACKLES ZAPPING about
it. The vortex suddenly IMPLODES, and --
A BURST of LIGHT tosses the Lead Cultist ferociously backwards,
his face sheared away and cauterized. The Aztec machete spins up
into the air, as --
The remainder of the vortex EXPLODES and dissipates, as--
The videocam monitor ROLLS BACK towards normality, and --
A FAST CUT as CHUNKY CONSTRUCTION BOOTS with black crome shin-
guards SLAM DOWN onto the reformed "Penticon", as --
The machete pirouttes down, and --
A HAND sporting fingerless open-backed biker-gloves WHIPS OUT from
nowhere, ENORMOUS FINGERS curling around the grip then --
WHOOSH! The blade immediately CLEAVES through the air towards --
THE THROAT OF CULTIST #5, who looses a SCREAM --
Which is interrupted as he's DECAPITATED in a FAST VIDEO MONITOR
INSERT. We get a speedy SCAN-LINED glimpse of JASON VOORHEES'
KILLING MASK POWERING across the FRAME --
BUT LIKE WE'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE. Still a HOCKEY GOALIE, but now
DARK CHROME with ANGULAR FACETS. Terrifying - a regular SLASHER
DARTH VADER.
INT. WINDOW DISPLAY - "SAMHAIN" BOOKSHOP - NIGHT
Reznor knocks-in some dangerous glass shards, inadvertently
toppling a skeleton window display. He clambers over the frame
and into the store, his shoe coming down to crush the delicate
plastic skull --
INT. SACRIFICIAL CHAMBER - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT
Cultist #6 SHRIEKS in terror as Jason's foot SLAMS down MULCHING
his head to puree. Jason's head SNAPS AROUND as --
Cultist #7 is there with a BATTLE CRY, wielding a sacrifiecial
dagger --
CULTIST #7
Morituri Abominati -- !
THUNK! The dagger sinks up to the hilt in Jason's torso. Jason
glances calmly down...a moment's hesitation...the man
freezes...then Jason impales him cleanly with his machete.
Jason pitches back with the dagger protruding as Cultist #1
catches him unawares, garroting him with the sacrificial restraint
chains. Jason relinquishes his grip on the machete, and Cultist
#7 reels towards a pillar, GURGLING --
Jason staggers blindly, knocking the videocam tripod over. Rain
SPATTERING the dark crome mask through the breached roof above,
he CLAWS ineffectively at the chains as CULTIST #1 uses her
mass to lever him back, and --
Cultist #2 CHARGES Jason from the front with the CRACKLING STUN-
ROD. Cultist #1 SHRIEKS out in pain as the conductive charge ZAPS
through Jason's body and along the chains. As Cultist #2 TWISTS
the tip deeper into Jason's stomach, Jason SLAMS the woman back
against a stone pillar, CRUSHING her. He simultaheously SEIZES
the man's shoulders and --
YANKS HIM BODILY FORWARD, the Stun-Rod SPEARING Cultist #2's chest
and passing cleanly through him. Cultist #2's SCREAMING face is a
matter of inches from the chrome faceplate as --
Jason PLANTS a FEROCIOUS HEAD-BUTT on him, then TOSSES him aside
like a ragdoll. As Cultist #1 sinks down behind him, Jason
extracts the sacrificial dagger from is ribcage and tosses it to
the ground. Turns to Cultist #7 - alive and WHIMPERING against
another pillar with the machete protruding and stalks murderously
towards him --
INT. STAIRWELL - "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT
Reznor takes the landing stairwell two stairs at a time. Down
below, we can see the orderly shelves that make up the small-but-
cluttered store. As he reaches top --
KER-SMASH! Reznor flinches, half-ducks as the door leading to the
turret ahead SPLINTERS WIDE APART, Cultist #7's corpse WHOOSING
throught he air. It CRACKS THROUGH the bannisters, PLUMMETS down
into the store. BOUNCING OFF a bookshelf adn coming to rest
below. Reznor gapes.
REZNOR
Jesus!
A DARK SILHOUETTE steps forward from the shadows. Reznor raises
him pistol, Weaver-stance.
REZNOR
F.B.I. ...right where you are, twinkletoes!
Reznor gets a good look as LIGHTNING reflects fromt he chrome
killing mask through the skylight immediately above. The jet-
black boiler-suit...the dark liquid trickling along the Aztec
machete's rune-carved blade.
REZNOR (cont'd)
Drop the toothpick, buddy!
Jason ignores him, strides malevolently forward. Reznor CLICKS
his pistol's safety catch --
REZNOR (cont'd)
One warning only...do it!
Jason raises the blade threateningly...and Reznor lets him have
it, SHOT-AFTER-SHOT. Jason LURCHES each time the bullets him
home...Reznor's eyes bug at the lack of effect. The machete
SWISHES down, burying itself in the broken bannister-rail. Reznor
feints to the right, avoids the swing by millimeters ...loses his
footing on the ledge--
AND SLIPS, tumbling down into the store. Conveniently, the prone
corpse of Cultist #7 cushions Reznor's fall...but his head BANGS
against something, KNOCKING him out cold.
WE FINISH TIGHT ON REZNOR'S HEAD. Chromed construction boots
STOMP past on their way out into the night...
EXT. "SAMHAIN BOOKS" - NIGHT (AERIAL MATTE SHOT)
TIGHT ON the videocam monitor showing a SKEWED ANGLE of a
Cultist's face, staring sightlessly. PULL BACK to reveal --
A GOD'S EYE ANGLE looking 270 degrees VETICALLY DAWN at the
bookstore. The shattered turret is in IMMEDIATE FOREGROUND,
pockets of GUTTERING FLAME in the rafters here-and-there. Through
the rent in the roof, we see part of the "Penticon" and various
SCATTERED CULTISTS' BODIES.
Approaching POLICE SIRENS RISE in VOLUME, O.S. Far below, we note
TINY FIGURE of Jason Voorhees casting a huge shadow as it stalks
purposefully away into the darkness...
CUT TO:
EXT. BLACKTOP ROADSIDE - BETHLEHEM - NIGHT (CRANE SHOT)
Rain is coming down in sheets, still. A breakdown truck with
"Voorhees 24 Hour Motors" markings is pulled at the roadside. A
GUY in overalls and an all-weather jacket has his head under the
open hood of Alice's Lexus, just up-front.
INT. ALICE'S CAR - NIGHT
Alice watches as the guy drops the hood, SPLASHES around to the
driver's side. She thumbs a control. The window WHIRRS down, and
we see Steven Freeman's face.
ALICE
So, what do I owe you?
STEVEN
(shakes his head)
I wish it were that simple...
ALICE
What is it?
STEVEN
Well. Contacts're fine. Battery's got a
charge, so it's not electrical. Oil's
good...something with the gas mix, maybe?
Might even be in the engine...
ALICE
Oh, God --
STEVEN
I can put it through the shop overnight.
You could drop-by tomorrow...
Alice shoots a worried look at Jacob, asleep in the back seat.
ALICE
No. I'm not...well, we don't live around
here. We were driving back, to Ohio --
Steven scratches his head. Thinks.
STEVEN
Well, then you certainly have a problem.
I could maybe give you guys a ride? Some
reasonable motels, just down off the
blacktop --
ALICE
This time of the year? This year?
STEVEN
Ah, I know some people.
(grins)
Friends in low places. Y'know?
ALICE
Thanks. Whatever. Anything I can get
has to be better than sleepin here, I
guess --
CUT TO:
INT. ARRIVAL LOUNGE - DULLES INTERNATIONAL - NIGHT
CLOSE ON the second hand of Cobain's wristwatch, the TICKING
incredibly loud.
WIDER NOW. Cobain's still sitting on the rotunda. His eyes are
heavy, head drooping. He catches himself. Repeats this
once...twice. The TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT SLURS and FADES-OUT O.S.,
and --
HE WAKES BACK TO CONCIOUSNESS, suddenly fully refreshed. His gaze
comes up, not really focussing on anything --
HIS P.O.V., looking around. Flurries of people hurrying to their
destination. Subtly SPEEDING-UP and BLURRING into one. (We HEAR
the TANNOY O.S. in QUICK GARBLED SPURTS.) A GAP appears in the
crowd --
To reveal a WOMAN in a NUN'S HABIT. We recognize her as AMANDA
KRUEGER, Freddy's deceased mother. She does a quarter-
turn...stares directly at Cobain.
Cobain frown. Straightens. Hears a GREAT ECHOING MECHANICAL
"CLANK." Looks up to see --
-- THE AIRPORT WALL-CLOCK GO BACKWARDS from "12:40" to "12:39".
He glimpses down at his wristwatch. The second hand is running
backwards, too...
Cobain returns her gaze, finds himself standin inside --
INT. "CHURCH VOID" (DREAM SEQUENCE)
AN AREA OF LIGHT, bounded by impenetrable shadow. The stone floor
scattered with autumnal leaves, a dais ahead. Standing on it
before a VERTICAL STAINED GLASS WINDOW is Amanda, WHITE DOVES
fluttering about her. The GIANT CENSERS We saw in the ITALIAN
PROLOBUE WHOOSH BACK-AND-FORTH between her and Cobain, preventing
him getting any closer.
She locks her gaze to him. He glances nervously left-and-right
into the shadows before returning it.
AMANDA KRUEGER
(resonant echo)
The time of Darkness falls upon you all...
you must choose the True Path...ahhhh --!
She convulses, doubling over. Hands clutching at her chest. FOUR
GREAT BLOODY RIPS stain her robe's white frontispiece: FREEDDY
CLAW MARKS. Cobain makes to move forward --
AND AMANDA'S HEAD SNAPS UP, hideously transformed into a SKELETAL
DEATH MASK. Before Cobain can react, Amanda EVAPORATES into a
SPECTRAL WRAITH and DISSAPEARS.
A WEIRD EXAGGERATED CLACK-CLACK NOISE O.S. --
INT. ARRIVAL LOUNGE - DULLES INTERNATIONAL - NIGHT
Jerks Cobain back to reality. It was a dream...a weird nightmare.
A GROUP of BLACK YOUTHS are standing of to one side,
incongruously playing a "NIN" song LOUDLY on their boom-box.
Cobain looks up as the status of all the flights on the arrivals
board NOISILY changes to "DELAYED" --
CUT TO:
EXT. AIRSPACE - NIGHT
Lightning ERUPTS around a DC10, battered by storm clouds.
INT. CLUB CLASS COMPARTMEN - DC10 - NIGHT
Nervous PASSENGERS are shaken about in the half-full compartment,
many vomiting into bags. THe internal lights GLICKER wildly.
Halfway-back sits PONTIFF MANFREDINI. 50s, plump and
mustachioed...anxiously clutching a black leather briefcase to his
chest. He fumbles awkwardly at the cap of a pill bottle as --
A GREAT BLAST OF TURBULENCE sends it SPINNING from his grip. It
HITS deck...BURSTS open, spilling tablets. Rolls down the aisle.
A STEWARDESS stops its progress, smiles at Manfredini as she
swiftly replaces the pills.
STEWARDESS
Having a little trouble there, Pontiff?
Manfredini grimaces apologetically. Speaks in a broken Italian
accent.
PONTIFF MANFREDINI
I'm...sorry. I do not...travel well.
STEWARDESS
Just like a good wine, huh?
His attempt at a smile fades with another JOLT of TURBULENCE.
PONTIFF MANFREDINI
The, uh...."Cabinetti"...bathroom?
She turns, looks back down the aisle. The illuminated sign
changes to "OCCUPIED" as an AILING PASSENGER lurches inside.
STEWARDESS
Heavy traffic...look, there's another
cubicle back that way, if you're chewing
your knuckles --
PONTIFF MANFREDINI
(rising)
Si...yes. Thank you --
INT. PASSAGEWAY - DC10 - NIGHT
Manfredini is rocked against a wall as the plane is buffeted.
INT. TOILET - DC10 - NIGHT
Manfredini enters the cubicle. Closes the door behind him and
TURNS --
To find himself in a CHURCH CONFESSIONAL BOX. The latch SCHNICKS
into place of its own volition. Manfredini recoils, sits down
heavily. The walls are panelled wood...startles as SICKLY GREEN
LIGHT BLASTS through the latticework separator.
DARK VOICE
(O.S., deep and resonant)
Father...it's five billi8on years since my
last confession --
Manfredini looks around in panic as the walls compress quickly
inward, and --
THE FLOOR DROPS AWAY! He pitches forward, palms pressing aginst
the walls as MALEVOLENT LAUGHTER echoes. Flames LICK up from a
BOTTOMLESS PIT, SEARING at his legs like a flamethrower as --
The RED-AND-GREEN PEW - his only leverage - TILTS away beneath
him! He falls awkwardly, SCREAMING --
INT. PASSAGEWAY - DC10 - NIGHT
AND ROCKETS BACK THROUGH THE TOILET DOOR, SLAMMING HARD against
the passageway wall. He slumps, staring at the swaying door for a
moment...listening to the CREAKY HINGES.
His head JERKS AROUND at a FAINT SOUND further down the
compartment. A CHILDREN'S NURSERY RHYME. HE HEARS an OILY SQUEAK
some way down the rear of the plane. Stares 50 feet back to
see --
A 5 year-old GIRL in a white dress cycles into the aisleway on a
three-wheeled trike. Looks directly at Manfredini. GIGGLES
mischievously.
PONTIFF MANFREDINI
Hey...hey!
GIRL ON PLANE
(singsong)
"One, Two...Freddy's coming for you --"
She turns the trike's wheel and cycles rapidly off.
PONTIFF MANFREDINI
No...wait -- !
As Manfredini makes to follow, we notice the SHADOW of FOUR GIANT
CLAWS moving on the wall behind him --
INT. 2ND PASSENGER COMPARTMENT - DC10 - NIGHT
Manfredini enters the next compartment...stops in horror. Crosses
himself. The occupied seats contain FRAZZLED SKELETAL PASSENGERS,
their clothes and bones STEAMING SLIGHTLY.
PONTIFF MANFREDINI
God have mercy --
GIRL ON PLANE
(O.S., singsong)
"Three, Four...better lock your door --"
Manfredini summons up his resolve. As he hurries towards the
source of the sound --
ANOTHER ANGLE, behind Manfredini. MASSIVE LEGS ENTER OVER CAMERA,
gunfighter style. FOUR ENORMOUS BLADES idle into FRAME.
Intricately etched - but shot-through with rust and corrosive
pitting - the tarnished chrome catches the light...
INT. 3RD PASSENGER COMPARTMENT - DC10 - NIGHT
Manfredini's face registers bewilderment as he enters this
compartment. The seats have changed into WOODEN PEWS, each of the
window portals a small square of stained glass, autumnal leaves
gusting around. The trike lies overturned on the floor, a spoked
rear wheel still spinning. As the Pontiff crouches to halt it --
A SPORADIC STROBE-FLASH from the front of the aircraft backlights
a HULKING FIGURE someway behind him. An ENORMOUS TORSO, filling
the passageway and then some...24 INCH SCIMITAR-LIKE CLAWS curving
down from its right hand.
PONTIFF MANFREDINI
(unawares)
Where are you?
Manfredini STARTLES as the INFLIGHT MOVIE PROJECTOR starts up.
(Conveniently, SCENE 67 of "Wes Craven's New Nightmare.")
WES CRAVEN
(O.S., on screen)
" -- It's old, very old. And it's taken
different forms in different ages. The
only thing that stays the same about it,
is what it lives for."
JACOB
(O.S.)
You shouldn't be here --!
Manfredini looks around. Sees Jacob standing accross the aisle,
looking at him with puzzlement.
HEATHER LANGENKAMP
(O.S., on screen)
"What's that?"
PONTIFF MANFREDINI
How...where is this place? The girl...?
We hear the Dream Girl's GIGGLES from somewhere, O.S.
GIRL ON PLANE
(O.S.)
"Five, Six...grab your crucifix --"
JACOB
(ugently)
Quick! Get away...you have to wake up!
PONTIFF MANFREDINI
Wake...u
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COOL :D Danke,Freddy :D
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Ja, danke, aber durchgelesen hab ichs mir net, weil:
a) zu lange
b) will ich nicht wissen wie der Film verläuft
c) weiss man eh net ob es das endgültige Skript ist!!!
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Ich hab's auch nicht gelesen, will mich ja schließlich vom Film überraschen lassen.
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Ich habe es ein bisserl gelesen,ein bisserl nicht ;)
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freu mi auch schon ur auf den film!
aber an jeden den is voller freude erzählt hab dass der film gmacht wird hat gmeint dass eh wieder a kaas wird! :cry:
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Würde ich so jetzt nicht sagen. Wenn du mit "kaas" Käse meinst, :) Jason und Freddy sind eigenständige Horror-Helden, warum sollte ein Film mit beiden zusammen dann ein Flop werden ?
Die eigentliche Idee ist zwar etwas merkwürdig, daß beide nun gegeneinander antreten aber was solls, man hat ja schon einiges erlebt ;)
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freu mi auch schon ur auf den film!
aber an jeden den is voller freude erzählt hab dass der film gmacht wird hat gmeint dass eh wieder a kaas wird! :cry:
Schreibe Bitte Deutsch,okay :?
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Da würde ich mich auch drüber freuen! Da ist so einiges in dem Satz fast gar nicht zu verstehen, wenn man keine ausgedehnten Fremdsprachen-Kenntnisse besitzt...
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Ich schließe mich der freundlichen Bitte an - ich verstehe Dich zwar, aber es ist schwierig...
Aber Du wirst natürlich auch so respektiert, wie gesagt - es ist nur eine Bitte :roll:
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Genau.Man möchte ja auch gerne lesen und verstehen,was in deinen Beiträgen steht. ;)
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Freu mich auch riesig auf den Film,der kann nur gut werden.Es ist übrigens bekannt,dass die Teenager den Kampf zwischen den beiden organisieren,glaube aber nicht das der so brutal werden wird und acu hdas der im Kino laufen wird.
Jason X fand ich auch geil,nur Freddy hat meiner Meinung nach etwas abgebaut,aber das kann sich ja wieder ändern,aber ab 18 wird er ja hoffentlich sein...
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Freu mich auch riesig auf den Film,der kann nur gut werden.Es ist übrigens bekannt,dass die Teenager den Kampf zwischen den beiden organisieren,glaube aber nicht das der so brutal werden wird und acu hdas der im Kino laufen wird.
Jason X fand ich auch geil,nur Freddy hat meiner Meinung nach etwas abgebaut,aber das kann sich ja wieder ändern,aber ab 18 wird er ja hoffentlich sein...
Freu mich auch schon. Der wird 100% ab 18 sein, allein schon wegen den Hauptdarstellern, die schon ne Indizierung wert ist.
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Yep,denke ich auch.
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OK!
Ich werde versuchen mich verständlich auszudrücken! (will ja auch dass mich alle verstehen :) )
Aber nicht böse sein wenn ich aus Gewohnheit hin und wieder mal etwas in "meiner" umgangssprache schreibe.
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Danke. Wenn Du zu sehr "rückfällig" wirst, werden wir entsprechendes Feedback geben.
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Jau,Danke. :D
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jup,deutsch wäre net schlecht!aba passt scho!naja,jason kann man net töten,aba der hat keine ideen
mfg luzzi
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Ich hab irgendwie das Gefühl das beide sterben werden und das das die letzten Teile sind... :(
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Glaub ich nicht... Zumindest mit Jason wird es weitergehen, schließlich sind doch 13 Teile geplant!
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Wird eignentlich Freddy vs. Jason als 11er bzw. 8er Teil gezählt oder werden die bisherigen außeracht gelassen?
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Also ich würde sagen, er gehört schon irgendwie in die Reihe, wenn auch in beide gleichzeitig... Naja, schwer zu sagen.
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Würde auch sagen er gehört dazu ;)
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Bin mir ziemlich sicher,dass der als achter Freddy Teil gewertet wird!!!
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Ich nicht.
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Genau ;)
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Vielleicht gibts ja auch für jeden der beiden Serien das eigeene Ende, wer weiß? Frage, fragen fragen
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Yau,dass wäre goil ;)
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Wäre doch eigentlich die logischste und auch einzig richtige Lösung.
In Friday XI siegt Jason, sonst wäre die Serie ja zu Ende. Und ebenso würde Freddy in Nightmare VIII gewinnen.
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Jao denke ich mal aber lass mich mal überraschen, dann müsste man sich den Film ja auch 2x kaufen... aber egal tu ich gerne.
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Nö, ich würde mir nur den kaufen, in dem Jason gewinnt :-P
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Nee also wenn dann will ich beide haben!!
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Nee also wenn dann will ich beide haben!!
Stimme ich dir zu, aber Bloody hats glaub nicht so mit Freddy. Ich kann mich nicht entscheiden, wenn ich mehr mag, wie wohl die meisten anderen.
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Stimmt, Seth hat Recht. Ich hab zwar nichts gegen Freddy, und seh ihn auch gerne, aber am liebsten guck ich mir einfach Jason an. :)
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Stimmt nu fällts mir auch wieder ein, damals hatten wir da glaub ich mal drüber geschrieben.
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Stimmt. Ich meine, das wäre in irgendeinem Thread gewesen, in dem es eigentlich um Halloween ging.
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Kann wohl sein, so gut kann ich mich nicht mehr dran erinnern.
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Yep,im "Halloween 8"Thread ;)
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Laut IMBD soll ein Trailer zu dem Film im Vorspann von Herr der Ringe 2 in den USA seine Premiere feiern.
Wenn das wahr ist dann zähle ich jetzt schon Tage zur Premiere vom zweiten Herr der Ringe.
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Jason ist einfach cooler,das neue Outfit am Ende in Jason X sieht auch ganz krass aus,oder? ;)
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Naja, das sieht zwar nicht schlecht aus, aber im Original gefällt er mir doch am besten...
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Jason ist einfach cooler,das neue Outfit am Ende in Jason X sieht auch ganz krass aus,oder? ;)
Stimmt ;)
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Ohne miesepetrig zu sein: Ich glaub', der Film wird Scheiße! (schon Jason IX hat mir nicht gefallen. Die Story war aus THE HIDDEN frech abgekupfert. Die Idee mit dem Dolch wird in Freddy vs. Jason wieder aufgegriffen und mit der Geschichte um den Traumdämon "Freddy", der schon in der Vergangenheit Kinder in ihren Träumen meuchelte zusammengeführt. Ich dachte, Freddy wäre der rachsüchtige Geist des Typen, den die Eltern der Elm Street abgefackelt haben. Jedenfalls wird da irgendeine Scheiß-Story zusammengebastelt, damit man um jeden Preis (der Logik) die beiden in einem Film zusammenführt. Das bringt mehr Publikum = mehr Kohle. Auf Blut wird wahrscheinlich auch verzichtet, um eine lohnendere Altersfreigabe zu bekommen. Ich befürchte Übelstes bei diesem Streifen...)
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Robert Englund hat ein wenig ueber den kommenden Film "Freddy vs. Jason" geplaudert. "Cinescape" sagte er, dass "Jason" "Freddy" im Film "auseinander nehmen" werde - doch "Freddy" werde wieder "zurueckwachsen". Ueberhaupt werde "Freddy" sehr boese in diesem Film sein, auch sein Look werde ganz anders sein, als in den bisherigen Filmen.
Naja bin dann mal gespannt
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hmm, grundsätzlich finde ich Freddy cooler - er soll gewinnen ;-)
Hoffe nur das sich das neue Outfit nicht als Blamage rausstellt, warum muß es eigentlich immer was neues sein ? Freddy ist cool wie er ist - mit Hut und Streifenpullover - basta !
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theoretisch sollte auch freddy gewinnen. Ich meine es ist doch nicht wirklich und Jason aus fleisch und blut (irgendwie).
Es läuft aber alles darauf hinaus das wieder beide verlieren. Sie treffen beide auf ihren stärksten konkurent (weiß die namen nun nicht) die sie schonma gekilt haben, insofern denke ich das sie es wieder tun werden. oda das sich die beiden gegenseitig umbringen.
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hmm, grundsätzlich finde ich Freddy cooler - er soll gewinnen ;-)
Bin da ganz anderer Meinung,Freddy mag ich überhaupt nicht,war von Anfang an für Jason und habe gehofft das er gewinnt (und das tut er auch am Ende des Films) ;)
Freddy Vs. Jason gehört neben Texas Chainsaw Massacre und The hills have eyes zu meinen absoluten Lieblingshorrorfilmen :-P
Der Film macht echt Fun!!!
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Heute erst gesehen: Den Freddy VS Jason gibt es zusammen mit dem Nightmare 1 in ner Box für 9,90 €. Teil 1 wird wohl auch die Cut Fassung sein, oder? :neutral:
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es gibt nur die R Rated in Germany..
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Hatten wir ja schon oft genug jetzt ;)
F vs. J leigt aber in vielen Media Märkten einzeln für 4,99 rum ;)
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Die logik versteh ich nicht gnaz. Warum F vs J und Teil 1 in einer Box???
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Vermarktungsstrategie!? FREITAG DER 13. Teil 1 können sie wegen Indizierung schlecht mit reinpacken - sonst wär der auch noch drin
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da gibts doch die abgefahrensten Combos mittlerweile......
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Heute erst gesehen: Den Freddy VS Jason gibt es zusammen mit dem Nightmare 1 in ner Box für 9,90 €. Teil 1 wird wohl auch die Cut Fassung sein, oder? :neutral:
Aargh, es gibt weltweit offiziell nur diese eine Fassung...
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Hä?! :confused: