Queens

Genre: Comedy, Romance

Queens by Eddy Taylor is a concept screenplay written in April of 2025. The screenplay, partially inspired by Withnail And I and Blue Jean, showcases Eddy Taylor’s comedic flair while staying true to his dramatic style.

Exploring the social stigma still faced by young queer women in the modern day the screenplay was praised for its portrayal of realistic characters and use of visual storytelling.

Extract

INT. Alex's Bedroom. Day.

A blue light shines from a well-loved speaker reading the time '19:03'. A hand places a CD in the device then presses a button on the top and 'Fat Bottomed Girls' by Queen blares loudly filling the room.

The owner of the hand and the bedroom comes into view. A young woman with 80's Stevie Nicks hair dances awkwardly while mouthing the lyrics. This is ALEX. Nineteen years old. Pale as a new moon. Dressed like a time capsule to the same era as her hair. She begins to put on her make up. She puckers her lips at her reflection. She looks good, and she knows it.

INT. Hallway. Day.

A pristine white door dominates a short dimly lit hall. Various photographs line the wall of the nearby staircase. Someone is hoovering in the next room.

Suddenly the door bursts open slamming into the wall. The hoovering stops. A woman appears from the outside. Eighteen Years old, dark hair and freckles. Dressed in a black uniform shirt with blue accents stained with burger grease. Hexagonal glasses and wild eyes beneath them. This is MANDY. She pulls off a pair of black boots and rushes up the stairs. We follow Mandy as she passes a wedding photo. It is clear that aside from her short wavey haircut, she practically a carbon copy of the bride, her mother.

EXT. Car Park. Day.

A grey Volkwagon Golf waits outside a block of flats. Alex, carrying a pair of heels in one hand and a bottle of cheap wine in the other, rushes towards the car as the door opens for her. She steps inside.

INT. Car. Day.

Alex squeezes the drivers forearm. A muscular older man with very short hair that flops lazily like a wet flannel over his forehead. He briefly takes his eyes off the road to kiss Alex on the cheek. This is MIKE. He looks back at the road. The sun is just starting to set.