SOLARIS
bySteven Soderbergh
October 4, 2001
First, over BLACK, we hear the sound of a light rain.
Then:
A MAN'S VOICE
I'm not a poet. I've never moved
anyone with my words.
(beat)
Maybe that's why they chose me.EXT. WOODS - DAY
A mural of leafless trees beneath an overcast sky. Rain
continues to fall.Maybe now we begin to notice a strange quality to the light
(or is it the sky?). Something vaguely unsettling.CUT TO:
INT. BEDROOM - MORNING
Still, the sound of rain is heard.A MAN
40s, lies on his side in bed, staring at us.He has not been sleeping. In fact, judging from his distant
expression, he has not slept in ages.CUT TO: