Harrow's End, London. E. H. Underwood arrives home after a
correctional stay in a juvenile psychiatric infirmary. Bereft of pleasure, pain
or personality, he wanders empty rooms and city streets in search of what he
lost amidst those endless hallways and examination rooms. Instead he finds
Angelica Morton, a dead seventeen year-old who never speaks except through scribbled Moleskine pages. Their powerful bond becomes his desperate means
of refuge, but Angelica has problems of her own. Problems that could threaten
everyone she holds dear, including him...
Starting to piece this one together from my fragmented imagination. The plotting is almost finished, though some scenes still need reshuffling and it could do with more detail in a few areas, and then it's on to the first draft of the script. This one requires a lot more devotion to research than Ayiline; the world is bigger, the characters more complex and the lore richer. It's a character drama grounded in the Gothic horror genre, but taking place in a hybrid of Victorian/Edwardian/contemporary London. I want to convey this sort of timeless feel, but throw in some modern iconography enhance the fantasy aspect of the narrative. Think period dress mixed with digital watches, because I'm in love with the idea of anachronistic weirdness interfering with an otherwise straightforward tale of death and despair.
If I can reconcile all these jumbled elements in time, expect the premiere early 2015. Until then, time to finish up the last three pages of my short.
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