Book Club: The Movie

My book club often jokes about the scenes that will make it into Book Club: The Movie, and I happen to think that this one should open the film.

Four women and a balding man sit six to seven feet away from a laptop staring at a black and white wheel. "Does anyone see a color?' one of them whispers. "I do, but I don't want to say," another responds. "I got nothing," murmurs a third.

Eventually, they all share the colors that they see. Yellow for most. Yellow with a hint of green for one. You realize through the conversation that they have been trying to find out the color of their auras. Having failed at such, (because how could they all have the same aura?), they work the process backwards, reading the aura descriptions to determine which fits each person best.

"Oh god," one states, "What are The Tans? Imagine having a tan aura." She's right. Some poor bastards have tan auras, and even worse, there's a whole category of them known as the Logical Tans.

"Shit," one (who might be writing this blog) states, "I'm totally a Logical Tan!" Later, they'll joke about what a great band name the Logical Tans would make and how Red Overlay would be their lead singer.

I can picture the shots in my mind. A deck of tarot cards makes an appearance and there's a bottle of wine in every scene. All of this interspersed with brilliant revelations about books, authors, and the meaning of life. Sure, there are other details to figure out, but those things aside, I'm thinking at least honorable mention at Cannes or Sundance. Aren't you?