Breakfast Knives

The Fertile Ground festival is coming up again next year and once again I've written a short play that will be a part of it.  So far we've gone through two re-writes and we've still got about 6 weeks to go.  Here's a brief taste:

Jillian:  Are we back to my taste in movies?

Jonas:  You and I and everyone else we know knows that you have bad taste in movies.

Jillian:  What if I think my bad taste is good taste?

Jonas:  You’re entitled to that, I suppose but it doesn’t change the fact that you have bad taste.

Jillian:  Do you have any real evidence for these accusations?

Jonas:  Alright, in that horrible movie you force fed me...

Jillian:  “The Minus 1”?

Jonas:  Yeah, whatever the hell it was called.  There was a fifteen minute scene... completely silent, I might add of people doing math equations on a chalkboard.

Jillian:  Does that remind you of any dreams you’ve had lately?

Jonas:  That’s different.  Someone deliberately directs a movie.  Nobody is in control of a dream.

Jillian:  Right, so after the montage?

Jonas:  Yeah, so then after the montage you finally pulled something out of the ground.

If you're feeling particularly helpful, you can read the whole thing here and give me some feedback.