int. your living room — night
AdlibStudio
Take a scene. Lose the dialogue. The music stays, the explosions stay, the meaningful stares stay — but every line now belongs to your friends, recorded straight from their phones, dropped back into the film exactly where the real actors left them.
“I did not train for six years to lose to a man named Gary.”
“The bomb is fine. It’s the potato salad I’m worried about.”
“You call that a horse? That is clearly your uncle.”
“We ride at dawn. Or ten-ish. Whenever people are up.”
“Whatever you do — don’t answer the— he answered it.”
“This is why mother liked the OTHER dragon.”