The Killers – All the Pretty Faces

Round stained-glass window. Cover image for 'All the Pretty Faces', song by The killers, music video script by Rico Lamoureux of The Flash Fiction Ponder.

Round stained-glass window. Cover image for 'All the Pretty Faces', song by The killers, music video script by Rico Lamoureux of The Flash Fiction Ponder.

Music Video Concept/Script

By

Rico Lamoureux

 

Song

By

The Killers

 

All Rights Reserved

 

 

FADE IN:

EXT. ABANDONED INDUSTRIAL AREA – DAY

Through gray sky we slowly fly towards a large warehouse, getting closer and closer to an unusually small stained-glass window.

AS BEAT COMES IN we enter the warehouse through the tiny round window as it flips over inside out.

And we slowly track through the large empty warehouse into the other side where The Killers are performing. (An old-fashioned birdcage on the bare floor in front of them)

 

LYRICS

(Brandon singing)

Help me out

I need it

I don’t feel like lovin’ you no more

 

Brandon leans down slightly towards the birdcage, camera following.

 

LYRICS

(Brandon singing)

I don’t feel like lovin’ you no more

As we reach a close-up of the cage we discover a tiny but sexy woman inside looking up at Brandon while yelling.

Camera shoots back in reverse through the warehouse and tiny window…

And as the window flips over we’re instantly in a different world. A giant-sized apartment where we come to rest on a tiny version of Brandon as he swims on the water’s surface of a fish tank with goldfish the size of dolphins compared to him.

 

LYRICS

Help me out

I need it

I don’t feel like touching her no more

 

The tiny sexy woman from the warehouse is now HUGE, surrounded by a few more super-sized Amazons as they look down and laugh at the cute little man.

 

LYRICS

Help me out

I need it

I said

I don’t feel like touching her no more

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

Tiny Brandon runs in a hamster wheel in his cage as he tries to amuse his Barbarella Beauty but she has grown tired of him and turns away to find something else to entertain herself.

 

LYRICS

Well how did it happen?

I spent two long years in a strange

strange land

Well how did it happen?

I’d do anything just to be your man

 

SUPERIMPOSED round stained-glass window flips over as we go back through…

To the large face of Brandon as he SINGS down to his once captor/now captee.

 

LYRICS

(Brandon singing)

You’re not going anywhere

without me

These trials don’t prepare the air of love

 

He starts to stand back up.

 

LYRICS

(Brandon singing)

You’re not telling anyone

about me

And you shake

And you bleed

while I sing my song

 

And shuns her like he was shunned, his bandmates at his back.

 

LYRICS

(Brandon singing)

I don’t feel like

I don’t feel like

I don’t feel like lovin’ you

I don’t feel like

I don’t feel like

I don’t feel like lovin’ you

 

Another flip over the superimposed window…

Tiny Brandon is now dirty and starving in his unkept cage as he tries to scrounge for any last morsel in his food dish.

Frustrated, he looks up and out his cage and yells.

 

LYRICS

All the different places

ringing out like a shotgun in my head

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

Brandon pounding on the bars of his cage yelling out to the sexy one who once adored him.

 

LYRICS

All the pretty faces

ringing out and I just can’t go to bed

 

We pan over to Sexy and find her on the couch enjoying a bowl of cheese puffs while she watches TV.

 

LYRICS

Oh how did it happen?

I spent two long years in a strange

strange land

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

Sexy, as she gets up from picking her teeth and heads for the kitchen, tossing her toothpick into Brandon’s cage on the way.

 

LYRICS

Oh how did it happen?

I’d do anything just to be your man

 

He rushes it, hungrily eating any food particles left behind.

 

LYRICS

I’d do anything just to be your man

Superimposed window flips…

And we do a slow and low frontal 180° on the band as they perform, the old birdcage in foreground.

 

LYRICS

(Brandon singing)

You’re not going anywhere

without me

These trails don’t prepare the air of love

You’re not telling anyone about me

And you shake

And you bleed

While I sing my song

 

Flip…

In the dim apartment in the middle of the night Brandon digs through the floor of his cage…

Crawls into a homemade tunnel…

Pops out through the kitchen sink hole…

Climbs the nearby curtains…

And reaches the shelf that sits before the unusually small round stained-glass window. He approaches…

 

LYRICS

I don’t feel like touching you

I don’t feel like touching you

I don’t feel like touching you

I don’t feel like touching you

 

As he heads through it Sexy flips on the kitchen light and lunges forward to try and stop him.

 

LYRICS

You can’t tell anyone about me

 

The two find themselves on the floor of the warehouse, size reversed.

We continuously encircle them with 360°s as they stand to their feet in surprise.

Brandon leans down to pick her up.

 

LYRICS

You’re not going anywhere

without me

Help me out I need it

(help me out I need it)

You can’t tell anyone about me

(help me out I need it)

Help me out I need it

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

The Killers perform, Brandon resting a foot on Sexy’s cage as he SINGS down to her. (Fall back and up until…)

 

LYRICS

(Brandon singing)

I don’t feel like

I don’t feel like

I don’t feel like loving you

I don’t feel like

I don’t feel like

I don’t feel like loving you

 

FADE OUT:

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