Hell, the movie
A big city. A sunny day. Silent. Then a deep bass sound. Rumble. It starts to get darker on the right half of the screen. Big, black clouds stretching from the ground and up start moving in the way black clouds just shouldn't
. Through small cracks in the clouds - orange light. Fire. Overhead - the undersides of flames, much like they look when you view a burning beam from underneath.
Silent. Keep for 10 seconds.
Orange shapes in the darkness, half human outline, half flame, flying/swimming. But the black engulfs the light, making the shapes appear thin. Flames in black smoke. Faces are recognizable. Yellow jet flames with screaming heads on them. But there is no sound. One pair of eyes look out at you before it is torn away by the black current.
Scene goes on for slightly too long, with variations in the way the pain is displayed. End of hell scene: Young woman's face becomes large on the screen. It is bathed in red light. We see her head being splattered. Sound of crunching bones / water melon being chopped open. Black.
A lot of blue. A lot of green. A lot of white. A park-like landscape. Camera panning across landscape from left to right. An elderly lady sits on a bench, right side of screen, looking towards the screen's left: «My daughter, she is ... there
, isn't she?»
Voice from outside the screen answers: «You did a very good job, Mrs Robinson. Satan's army could have grown too large, and - » theatrical pause «Earth would have gone on as it did, with its crime, its filth and its disbelief. You saved souls!
Mrs Robinson looks down at her hands, which are doing their accustomed birdfeeding motions. Pause. «So many of my friends, the friendly greengrocer, my neighbours, their kids, my daughter. So many of them are ... not here
Camera moving a little bit further to the right, revealing a male figure a bit too tall to be human. A somewhat machine-like face. Sleek wings on its back reveal it to be an angel. «But we
are your friends now.»
Break off scene.
Mr. Robinson, waking up in bed. Startled. Sweating. Spartan bedroom. Looks at the crucifix on the wall. Walks to the phone and calls her daughter. Voicemail: «Hi, this is Bee. I am off skiing for the week-end. John, if it's you, don't forget to feed the cat. Mom, if it's you, I hope you have a great trip to the museum with your church group. Dad, if it's you, give mom a call will ya?»
Sunshine outside. Mrs Robinson eats her breakfast, looking out at the city street. It's early morning. Turns on radio. Generic broadcast / sports. Life in slow motion.
Mrs Robinson puts on her coat and goes outside. She meanders about, and ends up at the greengrocer's. She walks around, picks a few vegetables, wanders to the counter, sees the greengrocer. Flash! We see a half-second glimpse from her Hell-dream, a man in flames, and we recognize the face as the greengrocer's. She becomes unsteady. Greengrocer looks at her worriedly, «Are you OK, Mrs. Robinson?»
«Yes, yes, please forgive me. Just ... flashes.»
The movie goes on. Some drama. Meeting with her daughter, the disbeliever. Red face! Conflict, and up through the dialectical levels. Starting to doubt her own beliefs, but also her own sanity. Getting The Flash whenever she recognizes someone she dreamt of as being in Hell. Including a small girl.
At the greengrocer's again. The Flash, but she has gotten more used to it by now.
«Can you ... forgive me?» she asks.
«For what?» asks the greengrocer.
«For ...» she fumbles, «... Hell. For believing you will go to Hell.»
«It's God's will. His decision. I should feel it's good
, but ... I don't. But I believe. Forgive me.»
«I don't know what to say. Mrs. Robinson. You're a nice, old woman, and I ...» - awkward silence - «... I don't believe in Hell, like you do. There's nothing for me to forgive.»
«I ... I am sorry, I don't know what came over me.»
Mrs Robinson packs up he groceries and leaves.
Story tenses to climax, with Mrs Robinson losing her belief, fighting against it, regaining it through anger with her daughter and her «mocking disbelief» - and at the end, the black clouds come rolling in.
Back at the bench in the park, where we left her, with the angel.
«Could I ... ask you something? It's about love.»
«Go on,» says the angel. We move around her, and now see her from the front. She looks up at us, determined yet with open, blue eyes:
«Could I ... take the place of my daughter?»