FINAL DRAFT - The Hunger for Love

Thanks again guys :) I was fairly happy with the second draft, so have only cut a few unneeded sentences here and there. 



Thanks for all the feebback guys! This class has been great and so interesting reading your works (that I've had time to look at)! I've done some tweeking.



Ok.. First Draft is ready.. Please check formatting and Plot... It's my first time showing someone my work, so be honest. Thank you :)



Hi everyone, my name is Marie and I live in Adelaide, Australia. I have always enjoyed reading and writing and am only starting to get into courses, this being my first. I saw this opportunity on James Franco’s Facebook page, so I jumped on board.

I hope you enjoy my screenplay and I look forward to reading all of yours.


Step 1: Selecting Your Text

After reading the plot from each book I decided to choose The Spoon River Anthology as I felt there would be something that spoke to me when choosing my adaptation. I chose Minerva Jones, “Indignation” Jones, “Butch” Weldy, Doctor Meyers and Mrs. Meyers. I felt these poems each gave a glimpse of their individual lives, and spoke of an event that impacted all of them. These stories could easily be adapted as the view from each character helps tell the whole story, however I want to put a twist on it and fill in some holes, while keeping true to the original.

Minerva Jones

I am Minerva, the village poetress,

Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street

For my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk,

And all the more when “Butch” Weldy

Captured me after a brutal hunt.

He left me to my fate with Doctor Meyers;

And I sank into the death, growing numb from the feet up,

Like one stepping deeper and deeper into a stream of ice.

Will someone go to the village newspaper,

And gather into a book the verses I wrote?-

I thirsted so for love

I hungered so for life!


“Indignation” Jones

…Sometimes a man’s life turns into a cancer

From being bruised and continually bruised…

…Here was I, a carpenter, mired in a bog of life

Into which I walked, thinking it was a meadow,

With a slattern for a wife, and poor Minerva, my daughter,

Whom you tormented and drove to death.

So I crept, crept, like a snail through the days

Of my life...


“Butch” Weldy

After I got Religion and steadied down…

…One morning, as I stood there pouring,

The air grew still and seemed to heave,

And I shot up as the tank exploded,

And down I came with both legs broken,

And my eyes burned crisp as a couple of eggs.

For someone left a blow – fire going,

And something sucked the flame in the tank...


Doctor Meyers

...And then one night, Minerva, the poetess,

Came to me in her trouble, crying.

I tried to help her out – she died –

They indicated me, the newspapers disgraced me,

My wife perished of a broken heart.

And pneumonia finished me.


Mrs. Meyers

He protested all his life long

The newspapers lied about him villainously;

That he was not at fault for Minerva’s fall,

But only tried to help her.

Poor soul so sunk in sin he could not see

That even trying to help her, as he called it,

He had broken the law human and divine.

Passers by, an ancient admonition to you:

If your ways would be ways of pleasantness,

And all your pathways peace,

Love God and keep his commandments.


Step 2: Drafting Your Screenplay

See above.

Step 3: Writing Your Logline

A daughter in desperate need to find her father is overcome with anguish when the only answers she can find are in old poems. Her only hope is a blind man, who has been outcast.


Please sign in or sign up to comment.