Oh, the joys of starting a new screenplay.
Scenes up on the wall. Beats marked out. Ideas spilling all over sticky notes ready to be reiterated, removed, replaced, reorganised, redirected, revisualized, reflected.
Trying to figure out how to transition Pablo Escobar from a sociopath into a saint, how to turn a monster into a benefactor. How to reveal the man behind the mask.
Trying to crack a new angle on an old tragedy.
Trying to realize the theme.