Marko Marković

Scriptwriter

Born:

31.12.1989.

Education: 

Undergraduate studies – Dramaturgy, Faculty of Dramatic Arts in Belgrade, Serbia
Master studies – Film & TV directing, Faculty of Dramatic Arts in Belgrade, Serbia

Place of Residence:

Belgrade (Serbia)

Writes in Languages:

Serbian

Biography

Marko wrote screenplays for about 15 short films, including screenplay for the movie THE CITY, which was awarded Special Jury Prize in Kustendorf 2016. It was also screened in the San Sebastian film festival and the Belgrade Documentary and Short Film Festival. He also wrote the script for a short film for the program „Strengthening Media Freedom in Serbia“, developed by the Ministry of culture and informing, and supported by the European Union.

Sample of previous work

Projects in development

ZA ŽIVOTA

short film
developed script

Old man in a remote Serbian village has no wife or children. He decides to organize his own funeral and make sure that all of the customs are done in a proper way.

Attached to the project: writer, director
Looking for: producer, co-producer

Keywords: funeral, love, loneliness, remote village, customs

More from Projects

Filmography and Awards

2017 OTADŽBINA, short film in post-production, writer 
2017 APLAUZ ZA LAZIĆA, short film, writer/director
2016 PRED PUT, short film, writer/director
2016 U SUTRAŠNJEM IZDANJU, short film, writer
2015 GRAD, short film, writer – NAOS International Film Festival: Best Screenplay Award
2014 ŠTA BI TATA DA TI KUPI, short film, writer
2014 SPRAJT SEDAM DINARA, short film, writer

My five favourite films

  1. The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (1966)
    by Sergio Leone
  2. Taxi Driver (1976)
    by Martin Scorsese
  3. Festen (1998)
    by Thomas Vinterberg
  4. Punch-Drunk Love (2002)
    by Paul Thomas Anderson
  5. 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days  (2007)
    by Cristian Mungiu

Favourite scene I wrote

INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY
VLADIMIR (25) is standing in front of the mirror, naked from the waist up, holding a plain t-shirt. He’s feeling sick, so he’s pressing the base of his nose.
SANJA (25) is folding his clothes and putting in the suitcase on the floor. Vladimir puts on the t-shirt. Sanja looks at him. Unsatisfied with his choice, she hands him nice shirt from the suitcase.
          SANJA
Put this on. What if someone
waits for you at the airport?
Vladimir suddenly sprints to the bathroom and closes the door behind him. He’s VOMITING. Sanja listens to him for a while, then puts shirt on the couch and lights up the cigarette. Vladimir comes back, face wet from washing. Sanja’s look is telling him “I’ve told you so…”.
          VLADIMIR
Sorry, could you not smoke
right now?
Sanja quietly puts the cigarette out. Vladimir takes of his tshirt and puts on one that Sanja chose for him. He’s buttoning in front of the mirror.
          VLADIMIR
What’s the time?
          SANJA
There’s plenty of time, don’t
worry.
          VLADIMIR
What’s the time?
Sanja slowly goes to her cellphone on the couch. Exaggerated, she presses the button with the tip of her finger.
          SANJA
Two o ‘clock and seventeen
minutes.
Vladimir gives her sharp look. He realizes that he missed a button, so he unbuttons all of them (even though he didn’t need to) and starts over. Sanja just throws te rest of his clothes into the suitcase and puts the lid down. She goes outside of the room and returns with the shoes in her hands. She leaves them in the middle of the room.
          SANJA
Can you close the suitcase? I
can’t.
Vladimir puts on his shoes, then goes to the suitcase which he closes without any trouble. He gives Sanja another sharp look, but she is unaffected. There’s a MESSAGE on Sanja’s cell. She reads it while Vladimir is taking the suitcase outside of the room. Vladimir comes back and sees Sanja who’s smiling.
          VLADIMIR
     (acting casually)
What?
          SANJA
Excuse me?
          VLADIMIR
     (he’s looking at
      the cell)
What was it?
Sanja throws the cell on the couch.
          SANJA
Colleague, nothing important…
Vladimir just stares at her.
          SANJA
What? Why are you looking at me
like that?
Vladimir doesn’t stop.
          SANJA
What’s going on?
          VLADIMIR
You’re not going to answer?
          SANJA
I don’t have anything to
answer.
          VLADIMIR
It’s rude not to answer.
          SANJA
It’s not. It wasn’t that kind
of message.
          VLADIMIR
And what kind was it?
          SANJA
Nothing, it’s stupid, he said
that he’ll maybe not come
tomorrow cause he’s hangover.
          VLADIMIR
That’s not funny.
          SANJA
It’s not, who said it was?
          VLADIMIR
Then why did you laugh?
          SANJA
I didn’t laugh.
          VLADIMIR
Yes you did. It was 30 seconds
ago. You were holding your cell
and you went like this…
Vladimir imitates her laugh.
          SANJA
I don’t know, I didn’t do it
consciously.
          VLADIMIR
Oh, so it was unconsciously?
          SANJA
Yes, why are you making all
this fuss about it?
          VLADIMIR
Unconsciously? You go around
and unconsciously do things?
Sometimes you laugh, sometimes
you shed a tear?
          SANJA
Wh-at?
          VLADIMIR
Sanja, tell me, what was in the
message?
          SANJA
I told you already, what’s
wrong with you? Take the
fucking phone, check it
yourself.
Sanja hands the cell to the Vladimir.
          VLADIMIR
No. No. Put it away.
          SANJA
Than what do you want from me?
          VLADIMIR
I want you to tell me.
          SANJA
To tell you what?!
          VLADIMIR
Why did you laugh? It’s simple,
tell me one, fucking, simple
thing. Why?
          SANJA
I don’t know, I don’t know, how
many times I have to tell you?
Maybe he wrote it in a funny
way, I don’t know.
          VLADIMIR
Ohhh, so he wrote it in a funny
way? He is some kind of a
comedian, a writer? He writes
plain things but in a funny and
appealing way.
          SANJA
Calm down a little bit. You are
hysterical because of the trip.
          VLADIMIR
Don’t tell me to calm down!
Just tell me, is he? Is he?
          SANJA
Is he what?
          VLADIMIR
Is he a fucking writer?
          SANJA
No, he’s not a writer.
          VLADIMIR
Why – the – fuck – are you then
laughing at his fucking
messages?
Sanja is all but speechless.
          SANJA
Sorry, I’m really sorry.
          VLADIMIR
Don’t apologize.
          SANJA
I didn’t apologize for real,
Vladimir! Tell me, what do you
want from me?
          VLADIMIR
I want… I don’t know, I want
that you didn’t react that way.
          SANJA
It was by accident, I swear.
          VLADIMIR
It wasn’t. No, It can’t.
Nothing happens by accident.
          SANJA
But this was.
          VLADIMIR
No.
          SANJA
Yes.
          VLADIMIR
No.
          SANJA
Yes.
          VLADIMIR
No. No. No. No. No. Yesterday
it was by accident also?
          SANJA
What yesterday?
          VLADIMIR
Yesterday, in the store. You
were messaging with someone.
Sanja tries to remember. She can’t.
          VLADIMIR
Of course, you forgot that
too… Who is he?
          SANJA
Colleague, I’ve told you
already…
          VLADIMIR
What’s his name?
          SANJA
Vladimir.
          VLADIMIR
Oh? Just like me?
Sanja shrugs her shoulders.
          VLADIMIR
So, what do you have with him?
Sanja is quiet.
          VLADIMIR
What?
Sanja is quiet.
          VLADIMIR
Why are you quiet? Tell me.
Sanja is quiet.
Vladimir, disappointed, grabs the suitcase and heads outside. Sanja sits on the table and remains motionless.

My favourite film quote

“Remember When is the lowest form of conversation.”

The Sopranos, Season 6, Episode 15