Adapted from The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien
INT. KAUFMAN'S APARTMENT
SUBTITLE: Hollywood, California, sometime during the
Fourth Age
(KAUFMAN paces the floor.)
KAUFMAN: I am old. I am fat. I am ugly.
EXT. NEW ZEALAND ROAD
SUBTITLE: New Zealand, one year earlier.
(A white van drives down a narrow road winding through
the New Zealand countryside.)
INT. WHITE VAN
TOLKIEN (V.O.): In human art Fantasy is a thing best
left to words, to true literature. Drama is naturally
hostile to Fantasy. Fantastic forms are not to be counterfeited.
Men dressed up as talking animals may achieve buffoonery
or mimicry, but they do not achieve Fantasy.
(PETER JACKSON drives, with two FLUNKIES in the back.
Next to him on the car seat is a cassette case marked
A TOLKIEN READER.)
EXT. RUAPEHU, NEW ZEALAND
(Close in on the white van as it comes to a stop. As
Jackson and the flunkies exit the car and begin taking
notes, we pull back to reveal the majestic volcano Ruapehu
in the distance.)
INT. L.A. RESTAURANT
SUBTITLE: Hollywood, California, one year later.
(Kaufman sits at a table eating lunch with Jackson)
KAUFMAN (V.O.): I'm old. I'm bald. I'm repulsive.
JACKSON: ... and we loved that script about John Malkovich.
KAUFMAN: (nervously) Thank you.
JACKSON: So we were wondering, what are your thoughts
on a Lord of the Rings script?
KAUFMAN: (sweating profusely) First, I think it's a
fantastic book.
JACKSON: Bilbo's a great character, isn't he?
KAUFMAN: Tolkien makes his imaginary world so fascinating.
Plus all that material on the passing of the Elves,
the fall of Numenor, pipeweed. Great, sprawling fantasy
stuff. I'd want to be true to that.
(pause)
JACKSON: What does that mean?
KAUFMAN: Oh, well, I'm not exactly sure myself. I just
don't want to compromise it by making it a Hollywood
product. You know, cramming in a token love story, or
big splashy battles done with computers, or giving every
guy in the movie a contrived character arc. You know,
movie sh**.
(pause)
JACKSON: We're thinking of casting Liv Tyler as Arwen.
INT. KAUFMAN'S APARTMENT
(Kaufman paces the floor, talking into his mini-recorder.
As he speaks, we see a montage of the images he's talking
about.)
KAUFMAN: Okay, the movie starts. Darkness. Silence.
Then the Ainur begin to sing. Then Melkor starts singing
something different, and the music changes, and then
Iluvatar shows them what their song has become, and
the World is created. Then the Valar come to the World,
and they struggle with Melkor, and then the elves come,
and men, and hobbits, and the ages pass! Then we cut
to Bilbo, sitting at home writing his book about hobbits,
and the story begins! It's perfect! It's everything!
(He stops and thinks about what he's just said for a
minute.)
KAUFMAN: I am fat. I am old. I am repulsive.
(SMEAGOL bursts into the room.)
SMEAGOL: Brother must come with Smeagol to the seminar
next time! The white wizard is so wise in the ways of
screenwriting. So wise and so funny, with such a voice!
Brother would like him, yes. The wizard says we must
be original, but within our genre. Smeagol's genre is
the epic fantasy blockbuster, isn't it my precious?
. . .