Rene Maurin

Scriptwriter

Born:

02.01.1971, Maribor (Slovenia)

Education: 

M.A. Film directing, Academy for Theatre, Radio, Film and Television, University of Ljubljana, 2015
M.F.A. Theatre directing, Academy of Drama Arts, University of Zagreb,   1999

Place of Residence:

Slovenia

Writes in Languages:

Slovenian, English, German, Serbo-Croatian

Biography

Rene Maurin is a Slovene author and director born in ex-Yugoslavia. He gathered his formal education in the United States, Austria, Croatia and Slovenia and could be, rightfully, accused of roaming several mediums. His experience started creating documentary films for the National Slovene TV and soon expanded to theatre, writing and photography.

Lately, he’s dedicating most of the efforts to fiction film and few other art forms which require looking at the world trough a confined rectangle.

Rene won the Grossman award for best screenplay for PRESENT TENSE, his next short film project.

Sample of previous work

Projects in development

NAVADNI SEDANJIK / PRESENT TENSE

short fiction
developed script

A hardened criminals house robbery gets interrupted by an innocent child; he returns from it with an unexpected, invaluable loot that, alas, can not be shared with his young sidekick..

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

Keywords: social gap, robbery, child perspectives, unusual encounters, change of hearth, soul searching

KRUHONOSEC / BREAD MAN

short fiction
developed script

A desperate migrant worker comes up with an unusual strategy to receive the wages company owns the employees and beats the heartless system in an absurd fashion.

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

Keywords: class struggle, migrant workers, social justice, kidnapping, privatization, transition, masked hero, social contract, social absurd

NAVODILO ZA TIŠINO / THE MANUAL FOR SILENCE

short fiction
first draft of the script

An adolescent girl with a religiously mixed background and hearing and speech impaired boy develop strong sympathies that hit the obstacles in their parents, culture, the search for identity and sexuality.

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

Keywords: interfaith love, coming of age, disability, sexuality, Islam, single parenting, rebellion, love, identity

More from Projects

THE ANIMAL THAT LOOKS AT THE SKY

feature fiction
first draft of the script

A well-off tire garage owner and family provider inexplicably starts to appreciate contemporary art which begins to erode the foundations of his stable, well-built and idyllic conventional world.

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

Keywords: art, false values, hypocrisy, social roles, absurd, collapse, mundane mysticism, fantastic comedy, consumerism

PUŠI / SUCK

feature fiction
treatment

A mid-age bachelor professor confronts a drunk student with an indecent offer which gravely affects his life and jump-starts a series of unplanned encounters and face-offs between generations as they age along.

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

Keywords: generation gap, values, education, dialogue, time, aging, friendship, love, life, struggle, fellatio 

Filmography and Awards

2014 BRIGHT BLACK, short feature film, writer/director  – Montecatini International Short Film Festival: Special Mention; UNA Film Festival (USA): Best student and Best of show award; Univeristy of Ljubljana: Prešeren Prize for student achievements
2012 CENTRE FOR HEARING AND SPEECH, writer/director, documentary
2012 PROVERB NR. 14, writer/director, short silent
2003 CALIBER 0.46, writer/director, documentary
2002 SUMMA SUMMARUM, writer/director, documentary
2000 LIFE, AS FROM INSIDE, writer/director, documentary
1999 I SAW ELVIS!, writer/director, documentary
1998 JUNKART, writer/director, documentary

My five favourite films

  1. Kwaidan (1964)
    by Masaki Kobayashi
  2. The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964)
    by Jacques Demy
  3. It Rains in My Village (1968)
    by Aleksandar Petrović
  4. Yumeji (1991)
    by Seijun Suzuki
  5. La grande bellezza (2013)
    by Paolo Sorrentino

Favourite scene I wrote

INT. PROFESSORS CABINET, DAY
MIA (20), dressed like a cheap imitation of a cheap, whorish five-week pop star is slouching in her chair. She plays with her hair and chews gum as if bored.
Across, behind a desk, ANTUN (40), unkempt, dressed in a dull, fashion oblivious suit. He seriously inspects a paper. After a while, he shakes his head in disapproval and produces a deep, worried sigh.
There is silence. Mia’s chewing is the single audible sound. After a while, she pops a small balloon. Without looking at Antun, she shyly utters.
MIA
I’ll suck your cock.
Antun lifts his eyes.
ANTUN
Excuse me!?
Mia stops playing with her hair, takes a breath and looks straight at him.
MIA
(unnerved)
I am going to orally stimulate
your penis if you let me pass
this useless shit! Aren’t you
supposed to be smart?
She lowers her eyes once again.
Antun leans back, takes off his glasses and produces a nervous nasal laughter.
ANTUN
This is unheard of! How dare you?
After a short silence, Mia moans due to emotional discomfort caused by his dramatic reaction.
MIA
(defending)
Because I am drunk … and
stoned … and fucking tired.
Antun shakes his head, nervously opens a pen and starts writing something on the test paper.
ANTUN
Outrageous – I will report this!
Mia shortly laughs with irony.
MIA
Who is going to believe you? Who
is going to care?
Antun stops writing. All he “wrote” are some abstract scribbles. He thinks.
ANTUN
(decisively)
Please leave my cabinet, Miss…
He stalls at remembering her last name.
MIA
You don’t even remember students
names, do you?
ANTUN
My task is not remembering names.
MIA
No, your task is repeating useless
knowledge I can download from internet.
Antun overhears her cynicism.
ANTUN
What makes you even think I would
accept something like this?
Mia shrugs her shoulders. She now stares at her lap and plucks loosely attached fluffy synthetic hair from her skirt.
MIA
You are 50, you don’t look like
Clooney and you don’t earn enough
to bang young whores. You should
have accepted.
ANTUN
I am 43.
Pause.
ANTUN
I can’t believe my ears! You need
to seriously think about your
behavior, young lady!
MIA
I will never be a lady. I will
always suck.
Antun stares at her in disbelief. She lifts her head and looks at him.
MIA
Ok, probably I will have to kiss
some ass too.
Antun shakes his head in disbelief.
ANTUN
OK. Look, your test is terrible,
you never attend the classes.
I can’t let you pass, we are done.
Mia takes her bag off the floor and starts standing up.
MIA
No! That would fatally shake up
our democracy – the foundation of
best possible worlds.
Antun looks at the side and thinks for a moment.
ANTUN
Did it ever occur to you it might be
easier to study than to …
He stops at profanity. She halts standing in front of him. Her posture displays her intoxicated state which passed the “high” of the rush.
MIA
…suck? Can you teach me how to
solve a Millennium Prize math
Problem? This school sucks too.
Useless…
ANTUN
Why did you enroll then?
Mia becomes pensive.
MIA
I didn’t pass exams for medical
school. My father is a miner. I
could stay in my village and be
a TV gazing burden or get
eventually raped.
Antun scratches his head. Short silence.
ANTUN
Did you pass other exams like
this?
MIA
No. Others don’t bother. They
just give you an E and get it
done with.
Mia snaps out of her introspection.
MIA (CONT’D)
(suspiciously)
You are weird. What do you want
from me?
Antun looks into her eyes.
ANTUN
I want students to value
knowledge.
MIA
Why? Nobody ever wanted knowledge
from me. They all just want my ass.
ANTUN
Well, rest assured I don’t want
your…
MIA
Why not? What’s wrong with it?
Mia turns around extrudes her ass and looks at it.
MIA
(seriously)
Do you think it’s too flat?
Antun lifts his hand in protest.
ANTUN
No, no, there is nothing wrong
with your body. Stop it, sit
down.
MIA
(girlish)
Thank you, professor.
Antun looks at her. The silence starts making Mia uncomfortable.
MIA (CONT’D)
So what will we do?
ANTUN
OK. I will ask you a few
questions.
Mia smiles.
MIA
Whatever you want.
ANTUN
(dry)
Which theory suggests that our
connection to members of society
5 leads us to systematically
conform to society’s norms?
Mia rolls her eyes.
MIA
Jesus…
She starts leaving. On her way out she stops and turns on her unreliable feet.
MIA
Now I will ask YOU a question –
Why don’t you teach me how to
get a job in this fucking country!
Or how to meet a normal guy.
Teach me how to survive on my
scholarship! Teach me how to
stop my father from drinking!
Can you?
Short silence. Antun looks at her with a puzzled look on his face.
MIA
Can you? This country sucks,
this school sucks, why shouldn’t
I suck!? You should torture
politicians or managers. Ask this
that minister who forged her
thesis!
ANTUN
(unenthusiastic)
She does suck, I give you that.
MIA
We have swineherds in government
and doctors scavenging trash!
What do you drive “Captain Value”?
When did you take “Mrs. Value”
on holiday last time? Did she ever
cum under a fucking palm tree?
ANTUN
Hey! Watch your language!
Pauses.
ANTON (CONT’D)
There is no Mrs. Value… Mia
thinks shortly.
MIA
You are no better then me! You
leech your way to retirement just
like we leech our miserable
scholarships. You are even worse –
you don’t even have the balls to
face that!
Mia’s face twists in disgust. Anton looks at her from behind his desk with patronizing empathy.
ANTON
It’s true – one needs to face
it. But staring into a face never
before changed it.
Amidst his sentence, Mia suddenly starts vomiting. She squats and begins to cry. Antun courteously looks away. Still in tears, she produces a thin paper tissue and tries to clean up.
MIA
I am sorry. Fuck, what’s wrong
with me? I am so sorry…
She keeps stirring up the mess with this, far too small piece of paper. Antun approaches her. He kneels next to her and puts his hand on her shoulder.
ANTUN
It’s OK. Don’t worry, It’s all
right… it’s all right.
Mia leans her head on Antun’s chest and cries. He hugs her head.
ANTUN (CONT’D)
Psst. It will all be OK in the
end.
MIA
The end is so far away professor,
so far…
Antun starts gently stroking her hair. He becomes pensive and gazes into space. Slowly he starts rocking his torso and mumbling to comfort her.
ANTUN
(warmly)
Mmm mmm mmm… Mmm mmm mmm…
His mumbling gradually transforms into “Angie” (Rolling Stones).
ANTON
…with no loving in our souls and
no money in our coats You can’t
say we’re satisfied But Angie,
Angie, you can’t say we never tried
mmm, mmm mmm… mmm, mmm mmm…
All the dreams we held so close
seemed to all go…
Mia starts distrustfully peeking at Antun. She finds his behavior odd. Suddenly she pulls her head out of his arms and wipes her tears.
MIA
What are you doing? She stands up
and fixes her hair and shortly
laughs.
MIA
You really are creepy you know that?
ANTUN
I just wanted to…
He stops amidst the sentence, looks at her for a moment, gives up and bows his head. Mia can see the bald patch on the top of his head. Antun nods.
MIA
I’m just kidding! You seriously
need to have some fun sometimes!
Antun looks at her and shrugs. Mia puts her bag on the shoulder and zips her jacket.
MIA
(casual)
Maybe you can drop by the place
I work sometimes.
ANTUN
Where do you work?
MIA
At Maracuja club.
ANTUN
Passiflora edulis…
MIA
What?
She shakes her head and laughs with a trace of sympathy.
MIA
Jesus you really suck!
Mia turns and starts exiting the cabinet.
ANTON
It is latin for…
Mia slams the door. Antun stays alone.
ANTUN
…maracuja – edible passionflower.
Anton looks at the little pond of vomit featuring an abstract paper tissue sculpture. He walks to his desk and sits. For a while, he emptily gazes trough the walls. He picks up the phone and dials a number.
ANTUN
Hello. Professor Martić here –
a mess happened in my office,
can you send someone to clean
it up?
Pause.
ANTON
You can’t … everybody is busy?
OK.
He hangs up the phone and remains seated. His face tells the odour of the vomit is starting to fill the room. He takes Mia’s test and marks it with a C. After a short pause he adds letters, turning it into SUCK. He lifts his head and stares in front of him as the camera starts pulling away. Suddenly he throws his pen whirling into the air, so it exists the frame. It never falls back on the table.

My favourite film quote

“You try to understand what’s going on, my dear young man and that’s a serious mistake.”

Orpehus (1950)