Demon Possessed Mask or Demon Possessed Man? (Part 1)
Aug 10, 2023 19:43:04 GMT -5
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Post by EL BORRACHO on Aug 10, 2023 19:43:04 GMT -5
The scene opens to an old man walking with a cane. He slowly hobbles to a very old-looking wooden chair placed in the center of the room. This room appears to be his living quarters. Just a dirt floor and four walls of limestone blocks. The dry mud grout is very dark and this detail can only be seen by the limited natural light in this hut. There is barely any light actually. Just a single ray of sunlight coming through a gap in the tree branch roof.
As the man puts his faith in the sturdiness of this chair. He lets out a loud sigh. Pain mingled with relief. This is the sigh of old age. A match strike illuminates the old man’s face as he lights a single candle on his candlestick holder. The man’s weathered features come into focus as the camera automatically adjusts to the change in lighting.
“La máscara.." [The mask]
"La máscara tiene un demonio." [The mask has a demon]
"O tal vez el hombre tenía un demonio antes de ponerse la máscara.” [Or maybe the man had a demon before he put on the mask]
The scene fades to black. The scene opens to a new shot of a masked man lighting a single candle on the candle stand of a Catholic church. The flame illuminates his face. It’s EL BORRACHO. He kneels down next to the candle and lowers his head for a moment. Perhaps he’s praying or maybe he’s just in deep thought. After he’s finished, he gets up off his knees and walks with resolve to one of the church pews.
BORRACHO looks in the direction of the stained glass scene. Then after a moment he faces the camera directly.
EL BORRACHO: As an orphan kid, barely surviving on the streets of Mexico. The only safe space most of the time was a church. A church much like this one. The sisters and father would let us sleep in the pews overnight at least 3 times a week. When we arrived for the night, they would give us food to eat for dinner. Usually stale tortilla chips and some refried pinto beans. Then with a hand full of freshly made tortillas they would shoo us out before the first mass of the day.
A shot of a Catholic priest saying mass is shown. He lifts the communion wafer above his head to signal the moment of Consecration. The moment that according to Catholic theology the bread becomes the literal body of Jesus Christ. The scene then switches back to EL BORRACHO in the pew again.
EL BORRACHO: The sisters. They were some tough old broads. But they had a tenderness about them. When they weren’t cracking our knuckles with a ruler. They told us bible stories as we drifted off to sleep. One verse they always use to say to us orphan kids was, “No solo de pan vivirá el hombre, sino de toda palabra que sale de la boca de Dios.” Roughly translated it means Man doesn’t live by bread alone but by every word that comes from the mouth of God.
Can you imagine? Saying this to some poor hungry orphan kids? All we knew was hunger. On the streets. You either starved to death or stole food from the local produce stand. That was risky because the person running the stand might try to kill you for stealing. The only other option was being recruited by the CARTEL..
The shot changes to full blown shot of Jesus carrying the cross on the stained glass.
EL BORRACHO: I never was bitter about the hand I was dealt. But I sure was tired of being pushed around. I was a runt just trying to stay alive. Besides being hungry all the time. All I knew was being bullied by criminals on the street. At some point, something in me broke. I got mad..
The shot switches to a cluster of magazine stands and merchandise stands. As the camera scans the various vendors. We see cheaply made replica masks of the biggest stars in Mexican wrestling. On every magazine cover. We see a masked wrestler. Looking like something out of a Marvel comic book. We hear the audio of EB speaking as we see more footage of lucha libre fans purchasing merchandise from the street stands.
EL BORRACHO: One day. It was like the heavens parted and my destiny was made crystal clear. The big guy upstairs has a sense of humor. I was actually robbing a convenient store. I had the guy behind the counter at gunpoint. I couldn’t have been older than 12 or 13 at the time. The guy had a lucha libre mask hanging on the wall. At the last minute. Right when he was handing me all the pesos from the cash register. I shook my head and pointed my gun at the mask. The man cautiously grabbed the mask and put it in my hand. I felt it’s power calling me. I bolted out of that store that day and the rest is as they say history..
The scene switches to EL BORRACHO getting up from the kneeler cushion in the pew. A rosary wrapped around his hand. He gets up and walks away. The scene slowly fades to black as the echoes of his footsteps bounce of the walls of the church.