The Catechist / Window

 


Here's plot for a movies that is to be shot entirely on Grayscale and I want long takes , long panning calm soundtrack Nebraska type of movie
Obviously t is an offshoot of Ingmar Bergman . Winter's Light  where personal conviction meets happiness, to counter off the cull which highlights a crisis of faith.

An old lady preference to a man deformed 
We find his draining pus from an old accident wound lack off faith in the notion of religion importunately you find him dialogued or wedged in iron how his accident had found him.

There in that cold little town in Heipang he runs a quie life living as a Cathechist in the local church. She is a somnambulist who has been sent back to retire after years as a n unmarried teacher they Gert to talking and she's baffled by his intelligence
she allows him kiss her thet one time I believe I know what I saw, my breast? oh they are old, she laugh quite hoarsely 
Is there meant to be scary oh stop , you are a woman he says, 

- but he died in Sambisa like the rest of them

 she's younger I'm afraid 

- I don't want anything from you, Here another woman she lies but she's younger
bedsides.
I have my morality conflicted we can't keep having sex in the sacristy you and I
why should he consider morality sue to some younger flesh it's okay to have me n the sacristy and on the floor with vestments as a spread but you want 
you are crazy
can't you see that you are 29 years older what am I doing with you
it didn't matter when you kissed me
shut up your mouth what if someone heard us

(woooooo, the window rattles,)
I must let you know that I'm stubborn I'm not going to back down because I'm older a hearts a heart and I have feelings too

she skims through old photographs it's obvious she was beautiful in her hey days
she might excuse the lousy sex in the sacristy I have four layers give me eggs daily I have vegetables in my garden I just want a hand to touch me
I brought sandwich (intensity of Ceylan's Climate,)
ok
why won't you look at me
I see you brought your poems

this is no lore with a younger woman she will expect things off you want you to replace her husband
openly dissatisfied with your lousy fuck
(look at her) I'm not a lousy fuck
Angelus
let pray you know I don't pray that shit
See you at mass, 
I hope you will make your decision right after
The sandwich will.be cold by then,
Give a minute inside and I'd warm it up for you
could you live a minute late
aren't we all

(Enter the Priest) Plagnam where's John
how can atsr boy be so tardy

bring them in bring them in bring them in from the fields of sin

He looks back that face in the scarce that face of acceptance old sophistication
wrinkled and remember that Sunday afternoon
beside him this Sambisa widow he cough
what have I done to myself. He thought he saw the crucifix smile


I think I should name it The Cathechist, or Window I can't decide.

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