Project Dashboard
BLITZ
Review the parsed scene text, extracted dialogue, and generated shot list before moving toward prompt creation.
Estimated duration
409s
Location
CAFÉ DE PARIS
Time of day
EARLIER THAT NIGHT 100 100
Characters
SNAKEHIPS, SOUS CHEFS
KEN ‘SNAKEHIPS’ JOHNSON (26) a tall, handsome black man, dressed in white morning suit. Tails flapping as he conducts the multi racial band with baton in hand. Everyone and everything is jumping. We swirl around to COUPLES DANCING as they laugh and jive to the rhythm. This is the upper crust and they have come to enjoy themselves. The room is a swathe of white tablecloths, MEN IN BLACK SUITS AND TAILS and WOMEN DRESSED UP TO THE NINES. Teeth gleam as they look to the band in admiration. Drinks in hand. Jewels glistening. Champagne flowing. Band leader, Ken ‘Snakehips’ Johnson’s toes tap a rhythmic beat to the song Oh Johnny. The AUDIENCE lean in closer and closer. He has them in the palm of his hand. As his jives get wilder, he stirs the audience into an anticipatory frenzy. Snakehips shouts out to his trumpeters. -- 87 of 109 -- 87. With that the band ERUPTS behind him. The back row of trumpet players rise to their feet, BLASTING OUT a raucous tune. -- 88 of 109 -- 88. THREE GIRLFRIENDS dressed exquisitely. One raises her left hand elegantly for the other two to admire her ENGAGEMENT RING. They bustle with excitement as they congratulate her. At that point a FAINT WHISTLE is heard. The noise begins to build, getting LOUDER, HIGH PITCHED and more PIERCING. The noise takes over from the music. Snakehips looks back at the band, wildly signaling for them to stop. The sound of the instruments TUMBLE OVER themselves as the musicians put on the breaks. They all look skywards in their black tails, one could think they resemble stranded penguins. END FLASHBACK
SNAKEHIPS
Now horns stand up please! 86.
SNAKEHIPS
Excuse my French. The audience laugh in titillation. The joint is truly jumping. It’s as if the music has perfumed the air and a sexual appetite truly awoken. A WAITER sparks up a match, offering it to a LADY with an extended gold cigarette holder. Eyes meet. The smoke elegantly wafts from the tables. Faces bathed in the soft golden light from the twinkling table lamps. A sea of perfectly tonged hair. A YOUNG FEMALE GAY COUPLE break away from the dance, faces glistening with sweat, they collapse into chairs, laughing, bodies close. We see RICH SOCIALITES shrugging off furs as they take their seats at crisp linen tablecloths. A dashing light skinned black man, obviously a GIGOLO, takes a LATE MIDDLE-AGED LADY’s hand, ushering her to the bathroom. ATTENDANTS pay no mind. WAITERS dip and dive through the melée, carrying trays of jewel colored cocktails. We follow a WAITER as he clears a platter of oysters, piled high on a bed of snowy rock salt. He makes his way past the dance floor through the swing doors into the kitchen - another world. The music not audible now, only the CLINKING and CLANKING of pots and cutlery. KITCHEN STAFF of all different nationalities are heard. CHEFS dressed in smart whites, calling out in chorus...
SOUS CHEFS
Yes Chef! It’s organized chaos, bodies CRISSCROSSING, PASSING, CHOPPING and PLATING. Through the seeming chaos the same waiter appears adjusting his hair with one hand, champagne bucket and tray of crystal flutes in the other. He enters back into the dining room and takes the tray over to a table of young women, smiling as he leaves. 87.
Generate a shot plan to create 3-6 editable shots for this scene, then refine prompts before queueing renders.