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An Idea floating About My Head
16 years ago
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It goes basically like this.
A suburban Neighborhood family, in a time period that is a blend of Post Vietnam Atomic Family, with 1950 sensibilities and whatnot...
The characters are more cartoonish and exaggerated than the attention to anatomy I usually portray, so it's been interesting thus far.
The quietly neurotic Domestic mom, working herself to the bone for a family that hardly appreciates her and kids that she's worried to death about.
An angry Nam' Vet father, disappointed that his only son hasn't shown much initiative or drive, and saddened by the fact that there aren't any "Real Men" anymore, and that many of his close friends died in Vientnam.
Then there's the WW2 survivor Grandfather, slowly succumbing to undiagnosed Alzheimers, thinks that the quiet suburban neighborhood is a Trench in France, and is tormented by the fact that the "quiet kind old man" next door is actually a Nazi War Criminal in hiding, but no one will believe the "Crazy old Man"
I haven't thought of the kids yet.
A suburban Neighborhood family, in a time period that is a blend of Post Vietnam Atomic Family, with 1950 sensibilities and whatnot...
The characters are more cartoonish and exaggerated than the attention to anatomy I usually portray, so it's been interesting thus far.
The quietly neurotic Domestic mom, working herself to the bone for a family that hardly appreciates her and kids that she's worried to death about.
An angry Nam' Vet father, disappointed that his only son hasn't shown much initiative or drive, and saddened by the fact that there aren't any "Real Men" anymore, and that many of his close friends died in Vientnam.
Then there's the WW2 survivor Grandfather, slowly succumbing to undiagnosed Alzheimers, thinks that the quiet suburban neighborhood is a Trench in France, and is tormented by the fact that the "quiet kind old man" next door is actually a Nazi War Criminal in hiding, but no one will believe the "Crazy old Man"
I haven't thought of the kids yet.
