ladyknightthebrave:

thirddeadlysin:

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kaasknot:

burglemyturts:

I knew George Lucas had some issues writing dialogue, and yes the thing about early drafts is that they are bound to be pretty terrible, but Jesus I had no idea it’d be this bad??

Can you imagine Mark Hamill and Carrie Fisher trying to read this with a straight face? God bless editors

(From How Star Wars Conquered The Universe by Chris Taylor)

Mark, Harrison, and Carrie have said in interviews that they improvised most of their lines, because GL’s scripted dialogue was so bad

oh dear god

note to self: never feel bad about anything you write. never ever ever.

I will now copy and paste a bit from Empire Strikes Back that was read aloud in my scripwriting class to the sound of strained giggles and hysterical laughter. Know this version is I think the edited one to follow the film….I think the dialogue was worse in the one we read…maybe

		LEIA
		Oh, you make it so difficult 
		sometimes.

				HAN
		I do, I really do.  You could be 
		a little nicer, though.
			(he watches her 
			 reaction)
		Come on, admit it.  Sometimes you 
		think I'm all right.

She lets go of the lever and rubs her sore hand.

				LEIA
		Occasionally...
			(a little smile, 
			 haltingly)
		... when you aren't acting like 
		a scoundrel.

				HAN
			(laughs)
		Scoundrel?  Scoundrel?  I like 
		the sound of that.

With that, Han takes her hand and starts to massage it.

				LEIA
		Stop that.

				HAN
		Stop what?

Leia is flushes, confused.

				LEIA
		Stop that!  My hands are dirty.

				HAN
		My hands are dirty, too.  What 
		are you afraid of?

				LEIA
			(looking right 
			 into his eyes)
		Afraid?

Han looks at her with a piercing look.  He's never looked more 
handsome, more dashing, more confident.  He reaches out slowly and 
takes Leia's hand again from where it is resting on a console.  He 
draws it toward him.

				HAN
		You're trembling.

				LEIA
		I'm not trembling.

Then with an irresistible combination of physical strength and 
emotional power, the space pirate begins to draw Leia toward him... 
very slowly.

				HAN
		You like me because I'm a scoundrel.
		There aren't enough scoundrels in 
		your life.

Leia is now very close to Han and as she speaks, her voice becomes an 
excited whisper, a tone completely in opposition to her words.

				LEIA
		I happen to like nice men.

				HAN
		I'm a nice man.

				LEIA
		No, you're not.  You're...

He kisses her now, with slow, hot lips.  He takes his time, as though 
he had forever, bending her body backward.  She has never been kissed 
like this before, and it almost makes her faint.  When he stops, she 
regains her breath and tries to work up some indignation, but finds it 
hard to talk.

Now imagine a 30 something teacher reading this aloud trying not to make it sound like a soft porno to a room of giggling 20 somethings….and he was giggling by the end of it too

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