The Funfair ( Film Idea)

The Funfair, media Film idea.

A group of 4 friends consisting of four boys go to an abandoned Funfair that hasn’t been set foot in for 33 years. The state of the fair itself seems to be frozen in a decade from years before, the wear and tear of every ride and attraction tells a story of the amusement that was once had there. The characters consist of your stereotypical jock, who has managed to persuade his other cautious and quiet friends to sneak into the property at night. The characters speak about the eerie vibe that the place gives off, almost as if they’re being watched. This is when the audience witnesses something in the distance, someone, or something, lurking in the shadows.

 The group continues around the fair, laughing and mocking the quirkiness of the various rides and props they see, this is, until they reach a tent, replicating the style of an old fashioned circus tent. They enter to find nothing but a lever. He jock pulls the lever and a spotlight turns on, projecting its beam onto a life-size wax figurine. The group are at first startled to see this but within a few seconds they laugh it off and begin to pose and take pictures of the figure, One of the characters then trips up and falls towards the figure, toppling it over and snapping off the arm as it crashes to the floor, The group all laugh but this is short lived as they realize that under the figurines wax coating and once structured arm, There is now decaying human flesh oozing out from the broken figure. Horrified, they turn to see a silhouette blocking the exit of the tent; In the panic and confusion one of the four knocks and breaks the switch, turning off the spotlight permanently. They all run for their lives, but only the jock seems to make it from the tent. As he runs towards the outer fence of the fair, He sees a police car and he begins to shout and scream ecstatically, but before he can get closer he is knocked over the head, cutting to black.

The Jock wakes up in a daze, looking up to see that he is once again in the tent he tried to escape from, confused, he sparks up a match and sees 3 vague figures in the distance, it has to be his friends, he walks over cautiously before he holds the match up to their faces, He recognises them, it’s his friends, but they’re motionless, frozen into place, The burning match in his hands begins to make the faces of his friends slowly melt, The realisation has hit him that his friends are now wax figurines, like the one they found earlier, before he can react he hears a soft laugh from the darkness, his fear turns to rage, he demands to know who’s done this. The voice then calls out:

“You’re lucky, I killed the others first, because I wanted to let you see, how pretty you’ll soon be”

The match goes out.