I’m the inevitable war that kills most of the major characters indiscriminately. There are no movies or books that do not have wars that kill most of the characters.
Let’s Be a Movie or Book About Mother Russia
by Anonymous | reply 38 | October 19, 2019 5:52 PM |
I’m Tolstoy. I already wrote it. Repeatedly.
by Anonymous | reply 1 | October 13, 2019 12:17 AM |
I’m the romantic triangle at the center of every plot.
by Anonymous | reply 2 | October 13, 2019 12:20 AM |
I’m Vasili, Sasha, Mikhail, Anton, Misha, and Alexi, the lead characters. Elena and a bunch of Russian fraus round out the cast. There is no one named Boris unless he is a Major or above, and a real dick.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | October 13, 2019 12:23 AM |
I’m the British English accent they speak in, if they don’t actually speak in Russian.
by Anonymous | reply 4 | October 13, 2019 12:27 AM |
I'm a pretty, nublie Russian lady, just barely out of my teens, who posts racy, suggestive selfies on the internet with the hopes of landing a rich man. American, European, Arab, Chinese, any man will do as long as he's rich and can take me out of this miserable hellhole.
by Anonymous | reply 5 | October 13, 2019 12:27 AM |
If there is no God. then all is permitted!
by Anonymous | reply 6 | October 13, 2019 12:29 AM |
I am fate looming heavily over everyone and everything.
by Anonymous | reply 7 | October 13, 2019 12:33 AM |
The Russians seem very big on fate.
by Anonymous | reply 9 | October 13, 2019 12:35 AM |
Tea.
by Anonymous | reply 11 | October 13, 2019 12:43 AM |
... in the samovar.
by Anonymous | reply 12 | October 13, 2019 12:46 AM |
I’m the Russian Jew, who is going to get the shit beat out of him by everybody by the end of the story.
by Anonymous | reply 13 | October 13, 2019 12:51 AM |
I'm the steppe.
by Anonymous | reply 14 | October 13, 2019 12:55 AM |
I’m the “bad news call to Moscow”, that everybody talks about but nobody wants to make.
by Anonymous | reply 15 | October 13, 2019 12:55 AM |
I’m the submarine, or cannon, or sailing ship, whatever, that doesn’t work. Why can’t their shit work?
by Anonymous | reply 16 | October 13, 2019 1:48 AM |
Fur hats.
by Anonymous | reply 17 | October 13, 2019 12:33 PM |
I'm "In the Russian Style", edited by Jacqueline Onassis. Why did she even give a fuck?
by Anonymous | reply 18 | October 13, 2019 12:54 PM |
I’m the babushka! I can be found stirring a big pot of something for dinner! I don’t have any lines.
by Anonymous | reply 19 | October 14, 2019 2:18 AM |
I'm the doomed heroine, unlucky in love and ostracized from my family and my social class. My jealousies and petty insecurities drive the ones I love away and I begin to crack and make rash decisions. Do I hear the train coming?
by Anonymous | reply 20 | October 14, 2019 4:06 AM |
I’m Siberia.
I’m also a gulag.
by Anonymous | reply 22 | October 19, 2019 3:09 AM |
I’m the Russian-made vehicles that always looked dilapidated.
by Anonymous | reply 23 | October 19, 2019 7:12 AM |
I'm the over crowded room that is the living space of 10 families.
by Anonymous | reply 25 | October 19, 2019 7:36 AM |
I'm the knout that flew off the frayed rope into the face of the novitiate nun who was fucking the entire priory.
by Anonymous | reply 26 | October 19, 2019 8:37 AM |
I’m the car-crash video compiler who is cleaning up on Russia’s number one export.
by Anonymous | reply 27 | October 19, 2019 10:06 AM |
I'm the Russian made planes nobody wants to fly all my maintenance records are fake.
by Anonymous | reply 28 | October 19, 2019 10:35 AM |
I'm Oleg Menshikov. I play roles meant for men half my age but are given to me because, apparently, I'm the only actor in Russia and the region. Also, I'm not gay. No. Never. See, I even married a woman I'd never met before. So I'm straight, remember that.
by Anonymous | reply 29 | October 19, 2019 10:45 AM |
I'm the Russian teenage sold into sex slavery in a foreign country against my will.
by Anonymous | reply 30 | October 19, 2019 10:58 AM |
I am the musical number with happy workers dancing on a tractor or factory floor.
by Anonymous | reply 31 | October 19, 2019 11:14 AM |
I’m Ivan, the one R3 forgot.
by Anonymous | reply 32 | October 19, 2019 12:38 PM |
I'm the self pity that permeates the unlikeable characters and their self destructive, morally bankrupt actions.
by Anonymous | reply 33 | October 19, 2019 12:50 PM |
I am the Cheetos being served at the craft service snack table. Only Cheetos. After all, He did make Russia Relevant Again.
by Anonymous | reply 34 | October 19, 2019 2:08 PM |
I'm the cheap vodka that keeps everyone drunk and docile.
by Anonymous | reply 35 | October 19, 2019 3:21 PM |
I’m the Manchurian Candidate who secretly meets with Putin to get his marching orders.
by Anonymous | reply 36 | October 19, 2019 5:34 PM |
I’m the Amber Room. I disappeared in the aftermath of the War, never to be found again.
by Anonymous | reply 37 | October 19, 2019 5:42 PM |
I’m a faberge egg, I was purchased in a Baltimore flea market for $20 by people who didn't know what they had. I sit on the fireplace mantle of the buyer, until an elderly academic is invited to dinner and recognizes it. The movie then flashbacks to the egg’s creation and follows it over time to Baltimore.
I’m shopping this idea around Hollywood as we speak.
by Anonymous | reply 38 | October 19, 2019 5:52 PM |