MUSIC VIDEO ONE (OF TWO)
“The Dawning of man”
 

DAWN – CAVE int

Our Tribal man wakes by the smouldering embers of a fire, Light streams in from the cave entrance. He stands and walks to said entrance. Our tribal man is strong and confident but old; this morning routine is almost a reflex to him. He walks to the cave entrance but looks back at where the fire is and he was sleeping, we see three empty/vacant spaces for people now abandoned; he turns back to the entrance to the cave and exits into the enveloping light of day.

DAWN – CLIFF FACE – ext

Our Tribal man crouches by a small pool of water, he looks down and sees his reflection, his hand goes up to the mud on the ground and scoops a pile. He proceeds to smear it on his face like tribal makings/camouflage.

Below the cliff face is a small forest in the centre of a South American city (or one near the equator/ red bleached world). Our Tribal man picks up a hand carved spear from beside the cave and tests its durability, griping it and flexing its body, eyeing the pints sharpness. He walks down the side of the cliff to entrance to the small forest.

 

DAWN – FORREST BRUSH – ext

 

Our Tribal man walks stridently through an invisible path (dense forest where the camera finds it hard to catch up) he sometimes pauses to look up at the canopy, light pours in from the sky. He eventually hits the end of the forest which leads onto a sleepy high street with coffee shops and grocery stores.

 

DAWN – MODERN HIGH STREET – ext

 

Our Tribal man walks along the street, other people ignore his odd attire, talking on their phones, with friends or driving buy. He enters a coffee shop and joins the queue.

 

DAWN – SMALL COFFEE SHOP – int

 

The coffee shop is decorated along the theme of a rainforest, promising the ‘freshest beans right on your doorstep’. Our Tribal man walks receives his black coffee, but in a shallow bowl which he drinks from, using two hands to cup the bowl, pouring the liquid into his mouth.

 

DAWN – FOREST RIVER CREEK – ext

Our Tribal man scoops up water with a shallow bowl from the creek and pours it into his mouth, it splashes on him as much as gets in his mouth.

DAWN –SMALL COFFEE SHOP – int. Cont

 

Our Tribal man lowers his coffee bowl and places it on the table next to him. He picks up his spear and exits the store. But at its entrance he turns to look at a cardboard cut out of an indigenous tribe all drinking this shops coffee happily in a weeded wilderness. He turns to continue his exit.

DAWN – Grocery store – int.

 

Our Tribal man stalks the isles of the shop, spying other patrons wearily. Everyone in the store ignores this different behaviour. Finally he stalks up to the baked good section and thrusts his speer into a loaf of bread

 

DAWN – FOREST RIVER CREEK – ext.

 

Our Tribal man spears a fish, it writhes in pain and thrashes to get off the spear, he pulls in his catch and stares at the fish.

 

DAWN – Grocery store – int.

 

Our Tribal man brings the speared loaf up to his face and stares at it, hoping to find some sort of answer within it.

DAWN – MODERN HIGH STREET – ext

Our Tribal man walks back towards his forest home, bread on spear end. He walks past a series of Bulldozers and cranes that are now by the forest entrance, he ignores them and continues into the forest brush.

DAY – FOREST BRUSH – ext

 

Our tribal man scavenges the forest for chinks of wood.

Suddenly, he hears something; all his senses go on fill alert for what the trouble/intruder may be. He grabs his spear (now without the loaf on it) and rushes to head off the danger.

He confronts a Bulldozer encroaching onto his land, he tenses his spear throwing arm in preparation to throw, the Bulldozer stops in its track and the two of them stare each other out.

 

Day – FOREST CLEARING - ext

In the same position as the last scine, tense and staring his enemy out, Our tribal man is Verses a mountain lion (insert dangerous creature) it roars and then backs away.

Day – FOREST BRUSH – ext, cont

The Bulldozer backs off slowly, the more distance the Bulldozer brings between them the more the tribal man relaxes; he two backs away, never taking eye contact from the Bulldozer.

NIGHT – CAVE – int

Our tribal man sits infront to of a fire, he pokes at it and eats a slice of tasted bread. He then lies down to sleep (same position as for when he woke up) and stares through the fire to where the other empty spaces for beds are.

In the flickering fire, he sees a family (tribal or contempery?) till the flames go out.

END