I’m reading a book about the attack on the heavy water plant in Norway during WWII and I’m struck by how cinematic it is. I bounced the idea off daughter, “It has everything! A daring attack with explosions. Guys drinking reindeer blood to stay alive. Skiing–it’s mostly crosscountry so far but we could fit in some downhill. Imagine a dozen Norwegian guys, all built like professional athletes.”
“Will there be a ‘Pearl Harborish’ romantic sideplot?”
“Their wives and girlfriends are being menaced by Nazis.”
“That’ll do. You’ve got the explosions for the guys and cute guys with accents for their girlfriends but this still needs a cute American guy.”
“So far the only Americans mentioned are FDR and General Groves of the Manhattan Project, and he looked like Don DeFore with a bad moustache.”
“How about a cute English guy?” (Talking with my 18-year-old daughter is like instant market research.)
“All of the British commandos get killed early in the second reel.”
“You really don’t know how to bend history to make a better movie, do you?”
No, I don’t. I’ve never done a screenplay before, much less one based on nonfiction. I have no idea where to start. I have less idea how to end. And no idea whatsoever how to sell it.
I should probably get to know a REAL screenwriter, suggest they write it, and save myself the work.