richie tozier makes a movie
[ also known as the one shot i started in may, forgot about, recently rediscovered and plan to finish soon. until then, here’s the first (almost) 1k words ]
It starts with something very simple, a blank black screen that reads December 29, 1996 in white, blocky letters. The screen stays like this long enough to be considered too long, nearly a full twenty seconds passing before suddenly switching to the first clip. In it, a twenty-year-old Richie Tozier is fiddling with his brand new SHARP VL-H4000 Digital ViewCam, a digital camcorder that was gifted to him during Christmas only a few days prior. He has yet to realize it’s already on, the camera focusing on his shoes and the floor as he curses lightly under his breath, poking and prodding at the buttons with absolutely no idea what he’s supposed to do. He ends up pressing the wrong button and cuts off the recording. In the next scene, the camera is pointed at his bathroom mirror, his reflection showing him grinning smugly from having finally figured out how to work this unfamiliar equipment. On the slope of his nose, there’s a pair of plain black glasses, and he’s clad in a dark grey sweater and regular jeans. Addressing the camera, he says, “Thank fucking god, I finally got this thing working! Y’know, I love Mike, and I appreciate the gift, but fuck, man, this shit is confusing as hell. He better be impressed when I tell him I figured it out.”
That is the end of that scene. Now, the screen once again goes black, only now the letters simply state New Years Eve, 1996. This black screen doesn’t last nearly as long as the last one, disappearing after a few short moments before sounds suddenly come to life and fireworks take up the screen. In the low lighting provided by the moon and the fireworks, you can barely make out the silhouettes of five people. Richie, from behind the camera, begins to cheer loudly. Suddenly, the camera jolts as someone else grabs it, turning it around to point at Richie, who’s glasses are reflecting the lights, lips stretched out in a smile so wide he almost looks like a mad man.
“Hey, that’s mine,” he complains, but he doesn’t look the slightest bit upset or sad as he says it.
A new voice, pout audible, mockingly says, “But you won’t be in the video if you film it all. Someone has to make sure you get some screen time, too!”
“As if you care about that,” Richie snorts. His hand covers the lens briefly as he takes the camera back, spinning it back around to show the person who had stolen it in the first place. It takes a moment, but eventually the camera focuses on Eddie Kaspbrak, his hair falling in his face as he huffs out a laugh, glancing between the lens and behind the camera at Richie with an unimpressed look. Tone gooey and sugary sweet, Richie asks, “Don’t you want me to film ya, Eds?”
“I want you to stop trying to get everything on camera and enjoy the night like you promised you would,” Eddie quips back, cocking an eyebrow challengingly, the action barely visible in the low light.
Before Richie can respond, a third voice calls, “Hey, assholes!” Richie turns the camera towards the source of the voice and shows Stanley Uris staring at them expectantly, the vague shape of the rest of their friends hidden behind him. “Are you gonna help us light these fireworks or not? Midnight’s in ten minutes and we wanted to light the big box that Bill bought right before it, but at this rate we’re not gonna get to the box until one in the fucking morning.”
Now out of sight, Eddie says, “You hear that, Rich? Gotta turn that thing off now.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Richie mumbles, clearly reluctant as the camera points to the ground.
In the next clip, there’s a collective wall of sound as seven people count down from ten. The camera is assumedly placed precariously on a table or a chair and angled towards the collection of people as a large box of fireworks goes off behind them, sending mortars flying high in the air and washing over the scenery with bright colors and noise. It’s in this shot that the rest of the group is fully visible, showing Mike Hanlon, Ben Hanscom, Beverly Marsh, and Bill Denbrough. Richie is standing closest to the camera, having clearly just turned it on as he glances down at it as if to make sure it’s recording. Under his arm is Eddie, staring up at the fireworks as he giddily shouts the countdown towards the stars. By Eddie is Beverly and Ben, who are clutching each others hands and gazing at one another excitedly. Besides then is Mike, holding Stan up on his shoulders, Stan already leaning forward and staring down at Mike with a contemplative expression, looking as though he’s assessing the situation in order to figure out what to do. Lastly is Bill, who is glancing between them all knowingly, his grin widest out of everyone else’s. Together, they reach the end of the countdown, and in the wake of their echoing voices shouting, “Happy New Year!” around them, three things happen.
Stan hunches over, somehow managing to contort his body until he looks like he may fall off Mike’s shoulder, but he still succeeds in pressing their lips together in a full force kiss. Beverly uses her grip on Ben’s hand to pull him closer and do the same, while Eddie reaches up and guides Richie’s mouth to his. From the sidelines, Bill cheers and whistles, clearly used to seeing such extravagant displays of affection with these couples. When Richie and Eddie part, Richie tilts his head back and shouts, “It’s ’97! It’s our year!”
Then, as if to solidify that point, the screen goes black and says 1997: The Year of The Losers.