Hi, guys! Was wondering if perhaps you guys could critique this for me. Not any context to be given as it's the first scene of the film. Any help is greatly appreciated! And sorry about the formatting. I know it's painful on the eyes, but I'm still learning.
Thanks!
FADE IN:
INT. LAVISH DINER. NIGHT
The 1910's. A forty year old man sits by himself at a small circular table covered with a red and gold tablecloth and an endless assortment of exquisite-looking food. He is CHRISTOPHE. He sits in a massively colorful and extravagantly large dining room. The room is decorated with a seemingly infinite amount of flowers. The ceiling is painted similar to the Sistine. A truly remarkable and elegant establishment.
There is no one else in the restaurant save a lone cook who stands fifty feet behind Christophe at the doors that lead into the kitchen. He is the owner of the restaurant; his name is ALPHONSE.
Christophe takes his knife and fork and cuts himself off a small piece of Eclair. He takes a bite, smiles, and pushes the dish aside. He grabs his glass, and takes a quick sip of wine. A pained look sweeps across his face. He raises his hand, as if to take an oath, and summons the Alphonse with two fingers.
Alphonse power-walks with his hands behind his back. He takes his place to Christophe's left.
ALPHONSE
(french accent)
Yes, Sir Christophe?
CHRISTOPHE
(english accent)
Well, I must say, I'm very impressed. The Polet Aigu Tarragon is exceptional. The Cordon Bleu is sublime. The mussels will, I'm sure, be the topic of damn near every conversation regarding shellfish, but you must rid yourself and your restaurant of that God-awful wine.
ALPHONSE
What's wrong with the wine, Sir?
CHRISTOPHE
To put is bluntly, it tastes quite like ass.
ALPHONSE
I see...
Christophe detects the disappointment in his voice.
CHRISTOPHE
Well don't lose any sleep over it. I know first hand that you have far more delicious wine than this atrocity.
ALPHONSE
It's just, that particular wine was my late mothers favorite.
CHRISTOPHE
Do you want to sacrifice your reputation as well as your restaurants for a bit of nostalgia?
ALPHONSE
I suppose you're right.
CHRISTOPHE
(somewhat condescending)
I suppose I am. Alphonse, you know how difficult I can be. But the honest truth is that this wine was the only thing that detracted from my wonderful experience here. And I mean that. Get rid of this wine.
ALPHONSE
(sincere)
Yes, Sir. Thank you, sir. Please do come again. Please, do come again. There's always a spot for you here.
CHRISTOPHE
I will most definitely be back. Ciao.
ALPHONSE
Ciao.
Christophe dabs the corners of his mouth with a cloth, and begins to exit. The audience and Alphonse stay in the same position until we hear Christophe open the door and close it as he exits. As soon as the door shuts, Alphonse jumps out of his skin with excitement. He runs circles around a few tables and sprints through the kitchen doors letting out one final, incredibly loud, yelp.