Something magic just happened. A couple of magical things, in fact, and one quite honestly life-altering. Before we go there, please humour me: my name is Alastair and I love to study sceenplays recreationally.
It’s a dorky indulgence. It’s part of who I am. And every time I secretly yearn for some huge epiphany that will instantly make me a better writer: a sudden flash in which I can see and understand a film exactly as the author did; to feel myself in their place, staring down at their imaginary anachronistic typewriter, phantom aftertaste of morning whisky still lingering.
I’d call it a silly dream - understanding coming so much more from persistent work and time - had such a blazing moment of clarity not just happened.
Alex Garland’s script to Ex Machina (a beautifully sharp and thoughtful movie well worth your time - have I mentioned that bit yet?) lays his every thought process bare. His sense of suspense, economy and shot-by-shot pacing, and especially his visual inventiveness, were all right there on the page from the start. We see not only what he imagined, but - vitally - WHY.
It’s masterclass in hyperfocussed screenwriting unlike any other I’ve enjoyed, and besides that, just a riveting read - a script striking not only in its similarity to the finished product, but in the many little moments cut for even tighter storytelling.
And on a personal level... something truly special followed.
This feeling of inspiration - of seeing a skilled craftsperson’s overwhelming sense of purpose - made something else click.
I suddenly started processing my own ideas differently. More seriously. Concepts slowly gestating for years solidified. Unconnected ideas snapped together with an almost violent magnetic force. I knew not only what story I wanted to write, but why.
I began work on a novel that night. A hypothetical dream project that had felt slippery and abstract my whole adult life, seemingly lying in wait of that one epiphany to give it shape. A story almost comically unrelated to Ex Machina in tone and genre and medium and quality and everything else besides, but nonetheless owing so much to one wonderful script. And one dorky desire, now validated, to understand a well-made piece of fiction a little more.
Whatever the outcome, I’ll still know myself so much better than I did this morning.
Your mileage may vary! If you enjoyed the movie, maybe give it a go?