Hallie Meyers-Shyer (2017)
They say birthdays become more inconsequential the later they come. Alice, however, does not buy it. Her 40th year crashes in like a New Year's ball, and she drops her "single mother of two" persona for a fateful night. Ever since her weekend father embellished her childhood birthdays, she has held her date sacred like an incantation dance of his memory.
Her father had a name known to millions, but only she had the name "Daddy" for him. A filmmaker and impatient lover, he created honest movies scratching at the domestic turmoil that everyone succumbs to. Alice has difficulty reviewing his life's work, possibly due to her own absent husband.
But on this night, she has liquor boldness and two wing-women replacing her usual daughter counterparts. Forgetting responsibility, Alice indulges in flirtation with Harry, a bright young personality primed to amaze. His business is film, which will prove to be a vital in.
Harry has brothers in arms, Teddy the actor, and George the writer. Harry was once the producer of the gang's output, but now plays a role of a sharp smile and a smooth tongue. The group have made a statement with their debut short film, and now are eager to adapt their labor of love into a feature.
Alice also is looking to upgrade, and compromises begin to develop after a whimsical night of arbitrary celebration. Chance falls upon the open-minded, and the boys meet Alice on the perfect evening. Broke and on the cusp of financing their project, the young men tap into the magic of Alice's father's films to remind her of the hope he always tragically portrayed.
Age is a collection of numbers. Quantitative, but not so much qualitative. Prejudice seeps into these pesky labels. Experience and goodness are not exclusively synonymous with maturity. Alice's black and white perspectives scorch her possibilities, until a wild notion gains traction in her house. An invitation to rowdy young folks might be the most relaxing stretch of her packed life.
They say birthdays become more inconsequential the later they come. Alice, however, does not buy it. Her 40th year crashes in like a New Year's ball, and she drops her "single mother of two" persona for a fateful night. Ever since her weekend father embellished her childhood birthdays, she has held her date sacred like an incantation dance of his memory.
Her father had a name known to millions, but only she had the name "Daddy" for him. A filmmaker and impatient lover, he created honest movies scratching at the domestic turmoil that everyone succumbs to. Alice has difficulty reviewing his life's work, possibly due to her own absent husband.
But on this night, she has liquor boldness and two wing-women replacing her usual daughter counterparts. Forgetting responsibility, Alice indulges in flirtation with Harry, a bright young personality primed to amaze. His business is film, which will prove to be a vital in.
Harry has brothers in arms, Teddy the actor, and George the writer. Harry was once the producer of the gang's output, but now plays a role of a sharp smile and a smooth tongue. The group have made a statement with their debut short film, and now are eager to adapt their labor of love into a feature.
Alice also is looking to upgrade, and compromises begin to develop after a whimsical night of arbitrary celebration. Chance falls upon the open-minded, and the boys meet Alice on the perfect evening. Broke and on the cusp of financing their project, the young men tap into the magic of Alice's father's films to remind her of the hope he always tragically portrayed.
Age is a collection of numbers. Quantitative, but not so much qualitative. Prejudice seeps into these pesky labels. Experience and goodness are not exclusively synonymous with maturity. Alice's black and white perspectives scorch her possibilities, until a wild notion gains traction in her house. An invitation to rowdy young folks might be the most relaxing stretch of her packed life.
final words:
MISTAKES AREN'T TRADEMARKED