Nikos Avgoustidis

Scriptwriter

Born:

17.07.1977, Chios, Greece

Education: 

Film Directing, Hellenic Cinema & Television School Stavrakou (H.C.T.S.S)

Medicine, Masaryk University, Brno, Czech Republic

Place of Residence:

Athens (Greece)

Writes in Languages:

Greek, English

Biography

Nikos Avgoustidis was born on the Greek island of Chios, in 1977. He studied Medicine and Cinema. His student films were selected at several student film festivals (Greece-Russia-Israel-Bulgaria). UMMI, his first short film after graduating H.C.T.S.S, was screened at several international and domestic festivals (Palm Springs, Odense, Regenburg, Drama, AIFF, and more).

Sample of previous work

Projects in development

APALLOU / OTHERWHERE 

short fiction
developed script

When night falls, few people can stare into the familiar eyes of a complete stranger.

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

Keywordsresurrection, uncanny, foreigner, living dead, dance, village, rigor mortis, bejond, dusk, acceptance, love

More from Projects

Filmography and Awards

2016 UMMI, short film, writer/director – 39th National Short Film Festival in Drama: Special Award Dinos Katsouridis for the Best Newcomer Director; 22nd MedFilm Festival: Methexis Award for Best Short Film

My five favourite films

  1. Time of the Gypsies (1988)
    by Emir Kusturica
  2. Imitation of Life (1959)
    by Douglas Sirk
  3. The Battle of Algiers (1966)
    by Gillo Pontecorvo
  4. Three Colours Trilogy
    by Krzysztof Kieslowski
  5. In the Mood for Love (2000)
    by Wong Kar-Wai

Favourite scene I wrote

INT. WESTERN VILLAGE CAFE – DUSK

In the main square’s western village café, it looks like it’s busy.

EVLAMPIA (55), owner of the café, a tall voluptuous woman is frying meze appetizers on a gas oven behind the bar counter. Her husband, KOSTIS, a sixtyfive-year-old man with a moustache, of average stature is sitting at one of the tables in the main room, where other regulars are playing cards, and from time to time he performs waiting duties.

A television that hangs high up on one of the walls mixes its sound with the rather noisy chatter coming from the regulars.

There’s about ten people in the main room. One of them is YANNIS (55), who has a loud voice, is an extrovert and expressive. He sits at a table with another three men; they’re playing cards while KOSTIS is watching them.

YANNIS
Evlampo, get me another!
(looks at his cards)
EVLAMPIA
Get it yourself!
YANNIS
(Throws down an Ace of
Spades, with force)
Boom! Take that!

The man across from him does an insulting gesture towards him by extending all fingers on both his palms and placing one palm behind the other; the Greek ‘mountza’!

MAN 1
Here you go! Now we’re even!
YANNIS
(Throws down a second Ace)
Boom number two!!!

KOSTIS approaches the bar to pick up a small pitcher of wine for YANNIS and his friends.

YANNIS (CONT’D)
Boom number three! Eat that!
MAN 2
Lucky beggar!
YANNIS
Count it and stop whining!

While the commotion at the card table continues, EVLAMPIA takes the pan off the heat. A gust of wind jerks the windows of the café back and forth, as if several hands are pushing against them with fury, while the central glass door violently shakes as if someone is trying to push it open.

EVLAMPIA
Listen…Listen to this racket!
(talks to herself, silently)

She turns to look outside at the dark square. She spots a silhouette of an old man standing in the center, completely still, with his head bent and slightly tilted to one side.

EVLAMPIA
(to herself)
Who’s that? Out there in the cold?
Kostis! Kostis have a look at this!

KOSTIS approaches the window next to EVLAMPIA.

KOSTIS
What is it?

EVLAMPIA keeps staring at the old man, insistently.

EVLAMPIA
(crosses herself)
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!
KOSTIS
Who is that? And why is he out
there?

EVLAMPIA has a puzzled and suspicious expression on her face.

EVLAMPIA
My eyes don’t fool me! Who’d do
that?
KOSTIS
Who is it?
EVLAMPIA
What do you mean? Are you blind?

KOSTIS squints in an effort to recognize the motionless silhouette of the old man in the dark.

KOSTIS
Oh my! It’s Old Man Vudas!
YANNIS
Evlampo! Should I come take it
myself, or what?
KOSTIS
Yannis, come here, now!
YANNIS
Come where?
KOSTIS
What where? Come here!

KOSTIS’ voice is a tad more serious than the lighter atmosphere that prevailed in the café earlier. YANNIS gets up and approaches the bar. The rest of the men don’t follow but stare curiously at KOSTIS and EVLAMPIA – who has dropped the cooking and is leaning on the kitchen counter with her hands crossed. The surrounding regulars continue to watch TV and chat.

YANNIS
What is it?
KOSTIS
(Glares towards the window)
Look.
YANNIS
Who is it? Tell him to come inside!
(His eyes open wide,
he laughs nervously)
Look at that… It’s Old Man Vudas…

He crosses himself like he’s playing the electric guitar. KOSTIS watches him. He’s about to break into a smile at the ridiculous sight of YANNIS, but a strange upsetting feeling about what is happening outside his café, freezes the expression into a ludicrous smirk. More of the regulars approach them.

MAN 2
What happened?
EVLAMPIA
Old Man Vudas is standing outside
in the middle of the square, that’s
what!

The rest of the men stop chatting, one of them turns off the TV. They get up and approach the café’s shut glass doors. They look outside and see the old man’s silhouette standing in the middle of the square. They notice that at the café across from them, their regulars have also gathered behind the glass doors, and are staring at the old man. A small unrest breaks out, some of the regulars are silently whispering to each other as they recognize the old man. As if they’re afraid of being heard by him. One of them wonders more about what is happening inside the café, than the sight of the old man at the center of the square.

MAN 3
What are we looking at?
MAN 4
Old Man Vudas, you idiot!
MAN 3
So why are we staring at him
and not inviting him in?

MAN 4 glares at him.

MAN 4
What are you talking about? Don’t
you know who Old Man Vudas is?
MAN 3
No.
MAN 4
Stelios’s grandfather.
MAN 3
Which Stelios?
MAN 4
The American, dickhead!
MAN 3
So, what did his grandpa do
and we’re staring at him like that?
MAN 4
We buried him four years ago,
idiot!

MAN 3 stares at MAN 4 without answering.

EVLAMPIA
We should call the priest.
KOSTIS
Yeah… right… that’ll make a
difference.
YANNIS
(to MAN 4)
You should call Stelios!
MAN 4
We talked a little while ago,
he said he’s on his way.
YANNIS
Call him again!
EVLAMPIA
And tell him what? Come to the
square quick, your grandpa is
waiting for you?
KOSTIS
(looks outside)
Who’s that now?

Outside in the square, the silhouette of an OLD WOMAN appears approaching OLD MAN VUDAS.

EVLAMPIA
It’s Old Lady Fotini! Tell her
not to get too close to him!

Everyone has turned towards her and is signaling OLD LADY FOTINI not to approach OLD MAN VUDAS, they’re screaming behind the glass windows and doors!

My favourite film quote

Pierrot: All she thinks about is fun.

Marianne: Who are you talking to ?

Pierrot: The audience.


Pierrot le fou (1965)