Ramen Shaman
Well-Known Member
So, I know stoner movies are kinda played out, but my friends and I have this idea for an epic stoner zombie movie. Lemme give you an overview of what we have so far scene-wise, and if you have any ideas, feel free to post 'em.
So, the main premise is that the night before the zombie apocalypse, the two main characters are hosting this epic party. Tons of people, lots of booze, and plenty of bud. Long story short, the whole place winds up hellaciously hotboxed. The next morning, the guests roll out (so does the smoke) and we see our protagonists, James and Eddie, spread out on the floor. James is covered in phone numbers and lipstick, and Eddie still has his mouth on a pipe and a lighter in his hand.
Opening Credits scroll through as we watch one of those crazy do-nothing machines: y'know, where the ping pong ball rolls down and hits the dominos, and the last domino falls into a cup that pulls a lever that releases a marble and so on and so forth, until something finally hits a lever that fires a Milk Dud up into the air, where it lands in Eddie's mouth. James is busy trying to reset the machine so he can get a Milk Dud, when a distant doorbell rings. "Pizza's here!" James says. Eddie gets up, and a hilarious montage ensues as Eddie tries to find the front door. Once he finally opens it, there's no one there. But in the background in the street, you can vaguely see a pizza delivery boy running for his life, beating off a chasing zombie with a box of pizza.
All right, that's what we have for our first scenes. It's just kind of a bunch of ideas we toy with when we're baked. But we have more plot.
Once the dudes escape, they try to enlist a few friends to help them survive, but all of their normal friends have been zombified. So, the only people they can get in contact with are a former sex addict-turned nazichristian, an unbelievably stuffy nonsmoking nerd, and a massive tree-hugging hippie whose only supplies are a huge duffel bag filled with weed and three rolling papers.
In the end, they wind up "barricaded" inside a shitty motel room. As the zombies claw their way in, they roll up their last joint and spark it with a magnifying glass via the sun through a hole in the roof. One snarling zombie sticks his head through a window, causing James to scream mid-hit. A cloud of smoke barrels towards the zombie, who recoils in abject horror.
Curious, James takes another hit and blows it in the zombie's face. Again, it shuffles away, displeased. Using the smoke, James clears a path from the motel to a luckily unlocked car. They head for a local headshop and gather smoking impliments. They lock themselves away on a grocery store roof, smoking pot and enjoying themselves. As the movie comes to an end, Eddie asks, "I wonder if anyone else survived?" The camera pans across a massive parking lot filled with zombies, until there is an obvious break in their ranks. A mega rasta man, dreads to his knees, stands in the center of the swarm burning a thick-ass blunt, at least an ounce. "Is anybody out there?" he shouts.
The camera flies above in a helicopter, over dozens of rooftops, with bunches of similar stoner groups on top of them.
Roll Muthafuggin Credits. Directed by RamSham.
Holy shit, I'm . That was a lot of writing.
PS: If we wind up using your ideas or your input, we'll credit your RIU account in the credits. We might actually have some local financial backers, so this could really go somewhere!
So, the main premise is that the night before the zombie apocalypse, the two main characters are hosting this epic party. Tons of people, lots of booze, and plenty of bud. Long story short, the whole place winds up hellaciously hotboxed. The next morning, the guests roll out (so does the smoke) and we see our protagonists, James and Eddie, spread out on the floor. James is covered in phone numbers and lipstick, and Eddie still has his mouth on a pipe and a lighter in his hand.
Opening Credits scroll through as we watch one of those crazy do-nothing machines: y'know, where the ping pong ball rolls down and hits the dominos, and the last domino falls into a cup that pulls a lever that releases a marble and so on and so forth, until something finally hits a lever that fires a Milk Dud up into the air, where it lands in Eddie's mouth. James is busy trying to reset the machine so he can get a Milk Dud, when a distant doorbell rings. "Pizza's here!" James says. Eddie gets up, and a hilarious montage ensues as Eddie tries to find the front door. Once he finally opens it, there's no one there. But in the background in the street, you can vaguely see a pizza delivery boy running for his life, beating off a chasing zombie with a box of pizza.
All right, that's what we have for our first scenes. It's just kind of a bunch of ideas we toy with when we're baked. But we have more plot.
Once the dudes escape, they try to enlist a few friends to help them survive, but all of their normal friends have been zombified. So, the only people they can get in contact with are a former sex addict-turned nazichristian, an unbelievably stuffy nonsmoking nerd, and a massive tree-hugging hippie whose only supplies are a huge duffel bag filled with weed and three rolling papers.
In the end, they wind up "barricaded" inside a shitty motel room. As the zombies claw their way in, they roll up their last joint and spark it with a magnifying glass via the sun through a hole in the roof. One snarling zombie sticks his head through a window, causing James to scream mid-hit. A cloud of smoke barrels towards the zombie, who recoils in abject horror.
Curious, James takes another hit and blows it in the zombie's face. Again, it shuffles away, displeased. Using the smoke, James clears a path from the motel to a luckily unlocked car. They head for a local headshop and gather smoking impliments. They lock themselves away on a grocery store roof, smoking pot and enjoying themselves. As the movie comes to an end, Eddie asks, "I wonder if anyone else survived?" The camera pans across a massive parking lot filled with zombies, until there is an obvious break in their ranks. A mega rasta man, dreads to his knees, stands in the center of the swarm burning a thick-ass blunt, at least an ounce. "Is anybody out there?" he shouts.
The camera flies above in a helicopter, over dozens of rooftops, with bunches of similar stoner groups on top of them.
Roll Muthafuggin Credits. Directed by RamSham.
Holy shit, I'm . That was a lot of writing.
PS: If we wind up using your ideas or your input, we'll credit your RIU account in the credits. We might actually have some local financial backers, so this could really go somewhere!