Dedicated to the hard-working and no doubt underpaid screenwriters who penned the best Bond film yet.
Writer #1: We need yet another action scene.
Writer #2: But we've really hit the end of the movie. It should have a quiet resolution now.
Writer #3: I've written about fifteen minutes worth of quiet resolution but it just doesn't feel right.
Writer #1: We need some more action. Let's try to revive the already-resolved plot.
Writer #2: We already killed or arrested all the bad guys. I mean, we killed everyone who came near Bond.
Writer #3: You are thinking like a mere mortal, Writer #2! We are writers! We can do whatever we please.
Writer #1: What if we (deleted... spoilers).
Writer #2: But that makes no sense in the context of the film. It will destroy the characters.
Writer #3: It will cause everything to collapse into a Kafka-esque nightmare. We're not Pynchon. This is not "The Crying of Lot 49". Our conspiracies and plot must, at a certain level, make sense.
Writer #1: Nonsense. This is a movie. If we move it along quickly enough, if the action is engaging enough, no one will notice that we have thrown the plot, the characters and the real world out the window. No one will notice when the Very Smart people do Very Dumb things. They will notice only the bullets flying and things exploding, imploding, sinking, rising, et cetera.
Writer #2: You have a good point.
Writer #3: But what if someone comes to the movie and notices that we have massacred our own beautiful beginnings to provide just one more shoot 'em up ending?
Writer #1: Those sorts of people do not come to this sort of movie.
Writer #2: An excellent point.
Writer #3: Now, let us write. But we've run out of time. We'll have to do it at the next meeting. When shall we three meet again, in fire, lightning or in rain?
Writer #1: When the hurly burly's done, when the battle's lost or won.
Writer #2: That will be ere the set of sun.
All: Fair is foul and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air.
Exeunt.
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