I was imagining about a movie about the rich, what they do, what they talk behind the closed doors, how they effect the poor, how they influence govn and corporations, how they create the actors, singers, and create the songs that most of us listen to. How they create the movies to influence us. How they stop movements of the poor people.
What are your ideas? What would be in that movie? It is imaginary, but I’d love to hear from you:)
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worlds first trillionaire, and its about the worlds richest man and his idealist son who thinks he should give it all away. they argue, bicker, fight, the father is a recluse. and the son has no friends since he isnt allowed to go school, hes tutored at home by the worlds best and brightest, which just so happen to be his fathers “friends” some more honest, and the others, yes men, one of which is a music teacher, a woman, who just so happens to look strikingly similar to the boys grandmother when she was young, she fills his head with questions, rather than answers, all seemingly related to maintaining empathy, humanity, morals, etc. in between the various music theory topics that she draws her comparisons, always speaking in subtext and analogies. all the while the father spends his time watching the ticker get closer, and closer to one trillion dollars. day in, and day out, he watches.
sometimes his son comes to him and asks him weird philosophical questions, questions that arise from lessons with his teachers, they have conversations with which the father doesnt seem to care, or contributes a materialistic view point of the world, dehumanizes people, and the son finds that his father no longer seems to be the man he thought he was. and begins to question his own place in the world.
on the night that the ticker is about to reach one trillion dollars, his son comes to visit him, and they have a long conversation, which gets a bit aggressive and emotional and ends when his son asks him one final question.
“would you give it all away if it meant being actually happy for once in your miserable, lonesome, life!?”
he refuses to answer, sips his brandy, and returns to watching the ticker. at this point beyond his offices grand windows, the hills are ablaze with a forest fire in the distance, smoke permeates the air outside, but this fortress of a mansion is impervious to the threats of nature. “its the safest place on earth” he says to himself “no need to worry about a lil smoke and ash. at least now ill be able to see the ocean more clearly…maybe ill cover those hills in sculptures…no…monuments! haha. yea, maybe a fuckin sphynx with my face on it…or a pyramid or something. biggest one ever…s…solid…gold…with…my name…on it…” he passes out momentarily in his drunken state, and is awoken by a loud bang. its dark now, well past dusk.
he looks at the ticker, its so close. only a few million more and its official. his son is gone, he wants him to see this, to bare witness to a new wonder the world has never seen.
his father, the first trillionaire!
he runs out the door of his office, only to find his son… dead… holding one if the various antique pistols from his collection. this one, however, was his personal favourite, thought to be the long lost pistol of “Billy the Kid”… he loved that western tale as a child, his name was Billy too, and he always saw himself as a lone gunslinger, ready to take on the world…
in his silent, repressed, yet immense grief, perhaps still in shock, he grabs his son, dragging his limp body into his office. to watch the ticker hit one trillion.
he props him up next to him, and opens his sons lifeless eyes to see. “you’re gonna miss it, sleepy head” he says laughing, tears welling in his normally stern eyes.
and finally it happens. the ticker hits one. trillion. dollars.
he smiles briefly, but his focus shifts to the fire in the hills, so much closer now, than before. in fact its maybe less than half a mile away. the smoke illuminated by the flames blocks out the night sky in a big orange and black plume.
he looks at his son one more time, and says to him.
“you still want to know?..yes… yes… id give it all away…just to be happy…for once… in my miserable… lonesome… life…”
he then takes the pistol of billy the kid, and puts it in his mouth. and promptly blows his brains out. blood spatters over the ticker, a moment passes in silence, and slowly, and then very quickly, the number starts dropping, crashing.
panning out towards the ceiling, away from the scene splayed out on the floor, shows that billy the trillionaire was alone the whole time.
he never had a son. in fact there hadnt been a visitor to the house in god knows how long.
que montage of him talking to himself with several personalities as he slowly goes insane with guilt over the past year as a recluse, via security cam footage on his desktop monitor next to the ticker. which plays continuously as it counts down.
the number eventually counts down to zero as the credits role to their end, and the fire keeps burning in the background until eventually the whole mansion succumbs to smoke and flame. as no amount of riches can ever make you impervious to the wills of nature.
smoke and fire fill the screen, and then it all goes black.
FIN.
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One of my favorite short animations (10min) is about a brutally frank look at the rich…
Dinner for Few
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTDdIO74BuAThe only unreal part of the movie is, all the rich die and change. In real life, the rich don’t die and change. There are guys out there, who are 10 generations rich.
I think the movie doesn’t so much depict a generational progression, but an overall progression between ‘prosperity’ and revolution, in which any wealthy individuals at the time might be overthrown / killed off, with new ones arising in their place. They’re all just symbols, really, not identities.
Of course, all this is somewhat complicated by the situation shifting towards a global model, not national / regional, which is moreso what the movie portrays.
Reminds me of depression era Hollywood. The common theme was how rich people are unhappy, and people living on the edge of broke are living the most fulfilling and happy lives. Frank Capra was the king of movies like that. It Happened One Night (1934), You Can’t Take it With You (1938), Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939). Among so many others. My Man Godfrey (1936).
There’s enough that I can name ones just about poor people pretending to be royalty. Midnight (1939), Trouble in Paradise (1932), The Lady Eve (1941), Thirty Day Princess (1934), The Princess Comes Across (1936). And the previously mentioned Frank Capra also made Lady for a Day (1933), and remade it as Pocketful of Miracles (1961). All of those movies are about poor people pretending to be rich, all of them are romantic movies about the rich and poor falling in love with each other.
John Q (2002) is a Denzel Washington movie where he takes an ER hostage until they’ll give his son a heart transplant. Feels even more relatable today. Kind of a different angle, not really about rich people.
EDIT: Easy Living (1937) is a great screwball comedy. A rich man throws an expensive fur coat out the window. A poor girl finds it, and suddenly gets treated like she’s rich. Strongly recommend.
I stumbled upon a person of knowledge. Thanks dude, great answer for a low effort question. I will check out the movies
Movie should be about a young idealist communist/anarchist who spend their days fantasizing about killing the wealthy and talking non stop about evil they are. Then this rich evil guy meets them one day and makes them an offer: if you hang out with me for 1 year I will let you murder me and you will get all my money and power, but you have to hang out with me for that 1 year and learn everything about my life and go to all my parties and meet all my friends. Then after 1 year the young idealist slowly learns and grows and starts loving the rich person who has given them so much and taught them so much. They can’t do it! But the rich person dies anyway (they had cancer), and the young anarchist now gets their money, their multiple homes, and all their power and influence. And they decide they can do so much better if they don’t give it up, if they don’t start the revolution today, if they temporarily use these things to do good! They will finally be able to start the revolution and liberate the proletariat and usher in the utopia promised by their ideals.
And as they do this they start hurting people. They steal from others, first other rich people. Then they start feeling entitled to other people’s things and their bodies. They host parties for other young anarchists, but they need people to provide the food, the music, and hire sex workers. And they are going to pay all these people very generously and give away their houses to these people and such, but it all goes so well, but the people who they hired aren’t good anarchists/communists, they are clearly only in it for the money and are all greedy capitalists, some of them even own their homes! They really don’t deserve their generosity, so they stiff and underpay the people they hired. But they also decide they should do it again, and again, and again, and just a bit longer they will hold onto all this money and power, it can’t hurt right? The revolution will be tomorrow!
And fast forward 30 years and they never gave it up. They now have more money, more power, because what they had wasn’t yet enough to start the revolution they still deeply believed in. They still keep hosting parties, boosting up communist/anarchist celebrities and influencers, and keep broadcasting their beliefs. But they get a diagnosis of cancer, time is running out. They have 6 months to live. There isn’t time to start the revolution now! They have yet to compete the work… they need more time! so they go and find a young poor struggling idealists like themselves, and they know this person will never listen to them unless they offer to kill themselves and give all their power and money away to the killer, so that they can start the revolution…
Wow, that’s great. oO
I like it. Reminds me a little of Citizen Kane.
How about a scene where they get eaten?
I can’t remember if he eats anyone but season 3 of You has a lot of this going for it.
AND THEN LUIGI COMES IN WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!!
To sit on an watch, I presume? After all, that guy didn’t do anything illegal; plenty of witnesses attesting to him being elsewhere at the time of some asshat CEO getting killed.
If anyone is not aware of jury nullification in this timeline, get your shit together.
Until the rich have to follow the laws, no one should be getting convicted of shit.
A guillotine
Is this movie fictional? If so, consequences for their actions.
You could compete with the Marvel Cinematic Universe by making a movie based on the Richie Rich comics. The X-men get in ridiculous paranormal battles to solve their problems, but Richie can just write a check.
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