Dying Juliet
Logline
A young doctor falls in love with a dying girl who defies being controlled by her destiny.
Genre: Drama, Comedy, Romance
A Poem About
This play is not Macbeth,
though
it does predict a certain death.
This play doesn’t need one skull,
that would be just wantonly dull.
Instead,
a whole skeleton was used,
but don’t be too confused;
It’s not that of dying Juliet!
Even though she ends, you bet!
Said that name,
you guessed it right,
where this story’s leaned on tight.
To win this game,
guess
what’s wedded to her fate,
the missing name,
that becomes her mate.
If you have still no clue,
just watch these two,
both alike, strive
to get a life.
Abstract
Being fatally ill, Juliet disagrees with her doctors to expand her life under medical protection, and instead pursues to find love in life’s uncertainty. Her story gets a new turn when she meets the young doctor Romeo who actually engages his fate with his moribund patient after a misinterpreted advice from his friend, Dr Mary Cutio, who is barely able to cope her own affair. A drama about self determination with at least one of its conflicts predictably ending in a tragedy
Like the original play ‘Dying Juliet’ starts with a prologue performed by the protagonist and played out on stage. Don’t worry! The movie not just consists of rhymes! After the prologue the actual plot begins.
Prologue
Two Kids, both alike faced destiny/
Found their first love, doomed to die/
While he was defeated by his agony/
She is left to live without goodbye.
One died loving/
One hated living/
One was found dead/
One is lost alive.
Deep (in her heart) defiance bears conviction/
If anything, more ignorant than brave/
That she won’t perish whining/
Nor be dead before her grave.
Before Death is closing the curtain/
She rushes in some plans and dreams.
May her end will come for certain/
But she won’t die, tied to machines.
Instead of fighting her immutable end/
She seduced herself a living fate/
When Romeo finally ask’d for her hand/
She did not wait or hesitate.
Eager Doctors fought her long lost war/
When Juliet surrender’d to her love/
She felt not obliged for any more/
Than to fall for love and soar above.
The buoyant passage of their death-mark’d love/
And the growing complication of her spleen/
Which, but Juliet’s very end, nought could remove/
Is now the two hours’ traffic of your screen;
The which if you with patient eyes attend/
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.