Los Angeles, CA
EXT. BEVERLY HILLS - DAY Lazy Sunday morning. Empty street in Beverly Hills. Three twenty-something post-bohemian hipster (PBH) types slowly pedal their bicycles. MAISY, 25, Female PBH #2 on the far left is silent and heavily medicated. The other two -- DAKOTA, 27, female PBH #1 with Tina Fey glasses and DYLAN, 28, unshaven male PBH -- were pontificating about nothing for several blocks. DAKOTA I don’t know how many times I’ve taken the same photo. DYLAN Imagine how many people took the same photo before you? DAKOTA My mom said she used to work in a Fotomat when she was in college. DYLAN What the hell is that? DAKOTA It was like a drive thru photo store. But very tiny. Like the size of a food truck. This was before digital cameras. People dropped off film things. I dunno what are they call? DYLAN Umm... Film cartridges? DAKOTA Film reels? You know the film film? Old school film, like tape. You see that shit in old movies. DYLAN Yeah. Film tape. DAKOTA So people drove up to Fotomat and dropped off their film tape. When pictures were developed, they picked them up DYLAN Where did they develop it? DAKOTA Dunno. Some darkroom somewhere. Doesn’t matter. The thing is that my mom said she looked at a lot of the photos. She said when people came back from their summer vacations, if they went to Europe, they always took pictures of the same things. Like the Eiffel Tower. Or Notre Dame. DYLAN Right were the Hunchback lives. DAKOTA Same photo. Different people. Same photo. DYLAN Imagine how many people take the same photo of the same Eiffel Tower? DAKOTA Day after day. Thousands every day. Tens of thousands. Over one hundred thousand a week DYLAN No way. I saw more. Like a half a million a week DAKOTA That’s like 26 million people a year DYLAN Same picture. Same tower. Different people. So what’s the point of taking pictures? DAKOTA That’s what I’m wondering. I guess as a personal memento DYLAN But you can just Google that shit. You’d find a better one. No doubt. By a real photographer. Or someone who took a shot with better light. I went to film school. It’s all about light. DAKOTA I thought you dropped out? DYLAN Whatevs. Just Google pics. You don’t need to take ’em. DAKOTA Selfies in front of the Eiffel Tower is the new postcard. Except you don’t actually have to go through the trouble of sending an actual overpriced card that will take a month to get to where its supposed to go, and by then you’re already home and told everyone about your trip DYLAN What’s the point of even going? You can just Photoshop yourself into a picture of you with the Hunchback of Notre Dame, or hanging with Beibs in Rome with 2 Chainz’s entourage. DAKOTA Food is temporary. It’s unique and something worth preserving DYLAN Now you see it. Then it’s gone DAKOTA Disappears. Digested. Shat out. Flushed away. Into the bowels of the city’s sewers DYLAN Then flushed out to the ocean, so whales and dolphins will eventually eat it. You shit out dolphin food. That’s pretty rad. You can’t do that with the Eiffel Tower... eat it bit by bit and shit it out for Euro-trash dolphins as dessert. DAKOTA You ever think that when you take a picture of food, that you’re capturing it’s last breath of life before it gets consumed DYLAN And then turned into dolphin shit. DAKOTA Yeah. You capture the food at the height of its essence. Someone prepares that dish pulling in different ingredients and it went from nothing to something in a short time. But once you get served, that’s the beginning of the end. The dish reaches its pinnacle of existence as its being set down in front of you. Once you start eating, it’s over. Death. When you take a photo of food, you capture the moment before it dies. DYLAN That’s some really serious deep thinking. Like Nobel Prize winning philosophy and shit DAKOTA Thanks. And I didn’t have to get thrown out of NYU film school to learn that. DYLAN So how did you learn that? You know, the essence of food and dying and shit? DAKOTA Xanax. I take one but before I drift off to dreamland, I look at food photos on Instagram. It’s easy to think about death when all you think about all day is hiding from real life. So I look at a couple hundred of food pics every night. Relaxes me. Meals by friends and strangers alike MAISY That’s a lot of dolphin Shit.