But not involving sewers (or emotionally gripping characters or situations). Independent filmmaker, I envision a cubicle, maybe seventh floor of your average office building. A woman, entombed in her gray box glances nervously right, left, before crouching and lifting a square of her carpet, cut with a razor. It resembles a hatch, a shaft, leading down so far the tiny square of light, shining like a diamond. A deep breath, one more glance, and she begins her descent.
Now, I think the hook to all this is: everyone really wants to see what's under the floor. Really. Literally, and what's between floors. Right? Cut carpet, wires, foam ceiling tiles, dust. Spiders. And what's at the bottom? You'll just have to wait for Sundance, or Cannes.
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In Philadelphia, in the 120 year old three storey house I rented in, there were (four ot five foot!) crawlspaces between floors. When we did repairs and got up in there we found: old radiators, political slogan pins from 50 years ago, newspapers, a sewing machine, misc. bottles, bits of clothing, lampshades, and massive amounts of construcion debris nobody had bothered to clean up after prior repairs. During one repair, we found an entire staircase that had been built over. They've since ripped out a whole secion of a room to reveal a nine foot wide staircase.
Wow! Yes. That does seem very interesting.
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