{"id":8982,"date":"2020-02-14T07:29:26","date_gmt":"2020-02-14T14:29:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=8982"},"modified":"2020-02-10T10:47:51","modified_gmt":"2020-02-10T17:47:51","slug":"movie-magic-prompt-474","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/movie-magic-prompt-474\/","title":{"rendered":"Movie Magic . . . Prompt #474"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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~ \u201cMen\nlike my father cannot die. They are with me still, real in memory as they were\nin flesh, loving and beloved forever.\u201d How\nGreen Was My Valley. <\/em>Write about someone who lives on in you or someone\nyou will never forget.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

~ \u201cWe\u2019ll always have Paris.\u201d Casablanca. <\/em>Write\nabout something you will always have or something you no longer have and wish\nyou still had it.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

~<\/em> \u201cI was to think of these days many times. Of Jem,\nand Dill . . . and Atticus. He would be in Jem\u2019s room all night, and he would\nbe there when Jem waked up in the morning, To Kill A Mockingbird. <\/em>Write\nabout someone who is always there for you. Or someone who needs you.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

~ In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid<\/em>, there\u2019s a scene where Butch and\nSundance run up a mountain to avoid the relentless posse, finding themselves at\na dead end. Butch says the only way is to jump, a hundred feet or so to the\nfast-moving stream below. But Sundance won\u2019t hear of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Butch: \u201cIt\u2019s the only way.\nOtherwise we\u2019re dead.\u201d They argue about it for a while until Sundance admits\nthe real reason he doesn\u2019t want to jump. \u201cI can\u2019t swim.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Butch: \u201cYou stupid fool, the\nfall\u2019ll probably kill you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Write about a time you had a\nclose call or a chance you took. <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

~ \nGene Wilder agreed to play Willy\nWonka under one condition: that his character make a wildly grand\nentrance:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“When I make my first entrance, I’d like to come out of\nthe door carrying a cane and then walk toward the crowd with a limp. After the\ncrowd sees Wonka, they whisper and then become deathly quiet. As I walk toward\nthem, my cane sinks into one of the cobblestones I’m walking on and stands\nstraight up, by itself. But I keep on walking, until I realize that I no longer\nhave my cane. I start to fall forward, and just before I hit the ground, I do a\nbeautiful forward somersault and bounce back up, to great applause.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His reason for wanting to include the dramatic entrance:\n“Because from that time on, no one will know if I’m lying or telling the\ntruth.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Write about an agreement you made<\/strong> or a lie you\ntold.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

~ \u201cMen like my father cannot die. They are with me still, real in memory as they were in flesh, loving and beloved forever.\u201d How Green Was My Valley. Write about someone who lives on in you or someone you will never forget. ~ \u201cWe\u2019ll always have Paris.\u201d Casablanca. Write about something you will always […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"sfsi_plus_gutenberg_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_show_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_type":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_alignemt":"","sfsi_plus_gutenburg_max_per_row":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8982","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prompts"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p43Dj8-2kS","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8982","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8982"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8982\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8986,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8982\/revisions\/8986"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8982"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8982"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8982"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}