Kati/Dylan Seduction
From Rom Com
Note: The song from the previous scene continues here.
EXT. Party house
Dylan flips his cell phone shut as he walks into the frame. He walks to the door.
INT. Party house
Wide shot of Dylan walking through crowd. Suddenly, the crowd seems to part for Dylan, and there sitting in the middle of the frame, on a plush red couch, is Kati. She is talking on a cell phone. Dylan can't hear what she's saying. CUT to–
Close up shot of Kati on phone.
I think I'll have one more photo by the end of the night.
CUT to–
Shot of Dylan as he makes his way to a couch adjacent to Kati's. He is pretty passive– to gain her attention, he taps his feet and cranes his long neck.
Medium shot of Kati. She looks slightly amused.
Medium shot of Dylan. He wraps his arms around his chest to show discomfort and draw more attention to himself.
Medium shot of Kati. A half-smile crosses her face, and she waits for Dylan to make his move.
Medium shot of Dylan. He remains seated, clears his throat, and speaks.
Whenever I'm at a big party like this, I always feel somewhat awkward.
Camera pans to Kati. She has retained the half-smile, and looks only slightly attentive.
You see, I always think I'll discuss something too stimulating for the occasion, and lose the other person's interest.
Kati remains half smiling. Dylan looks at her earnestly.
I don't know, what do you think?
I probably feel the same way sometimes. But I don't think I typically try to talk to people at parties.
Dylan gets up and sits next to Kati.
Why is that?
It's more fun to observe people. Look over there–
She gestures to two bearded, well-dressed college students.
Pan to Dylan. He is gazing at Kati, not the men.
Dylan shifts his gaze from Kati to the men.
Have you read Franzen's "Corrections?"
I've read segments.
It may justifiably be called the greatest work of American fiction in the past 25 years.
The segments I read had a very endearing, Twain-esque quality.
Pan back to Kati.
I've heard so many esques come out of their mouths tonight. Kafka-esque. Dickens-esque. Irving-esque. But they haven't said anything original. Hell, they haven't even said anything original-esque.
Isn't that the point of college: to expose you to a multitude of new ideas, so that you can claim them for your own? So that you can lose any originality or insight you may have once possesed?
<center>KATI
That's a pretty bleak view of our education here.
Well, at least they (gesturing to two students) don't have to worry about having an overstimulating discussion here.
Kati chuckles at Dylan's feeble attempt at humor. Dylan looks slightly ashamed.