(NOTE: The following mis-en-scenes are based on real mise-en-scenes. They are fictional only insofar as real mise-en-scenes are, by nature, fictional.)
1
A roundtable of little old ladies pounding their fists against their knees as they passionately discuss the intensity of their incalculable arthritic afflictions.
2
A man who may or may not be Dennis Franz is poking a stranger on the arm with his pointer finger. The stranger is sitting behind the bar of a lizard lounge, hitting on a pretty girl and pretending that he is not being poked by a stranger that resembles Dennis Franz. “Be careful,” slurs Dennis Franz (or not) in the stranger's ear. “She licks!” He sticks his tongue out and makes a dirty licking gesture. The stranger glances at him out of the corners of his eyes, unsure if he is referring to the pretty girl or his tongue.
3
Every now and then a skinny person will dress up in a red Alfred Hitchcock fatsuit and pose as a tomato on a street corner, and every now and then a passerby will philosophically poke the skinny person, to test his resiliance.
4
Shadows of people that cast people instead of the other way around. In addition, picketers that picket against picketers that picket against the act of picketing against everything except the act of picketing and sandwich eating.
5
Said the mirrorshaded televangelist: “There was a man flying a plane when a snake appeared in the cockpit next to him. The man radioed the tower and said, ‘Tower! There's a snake in my cockpit and it's coiling up to strike me down!' The tower replied, ‘What?' The man said, ‘I said there's a snake in here and it's coiling up to stike me down!' The tower replied, ‘Oh. Alright then. You're altitude is 15,000. Take it up to 18,000.' The man obeyed. The tower said, ‘Everything alright with that damned snake now?' The man replied, ‘It's coiling up to strike me down! It's coiling up to strike me down!' The tower replied, ‘Take it up to 23,000! Take it up to 23,000!' Again the man obeyed. There was a pause. Then the tower said, ‘Well?' ‘Lord have mercy!' the man replied. ‘That damned snake is dead !'” That said, the televangelist turned to the camera and stared at it with purpose. A metallic tear leaked out of the bottom of his mirrorshades.
6
On stage is a naked capitalist with smooth patches of flesh grafted onto his mouth, nipples and genetalia. No hair on his body. He's standing in front of a thin microphone with his knees slightly bent, his back hunched and his hands curled into loose fists. His only companion on stage is solitude. In the mosh pit, on the other hand, are hundreds of people. They're all wearing skintight three-piece suits, they're all standing shoulder to shoulder like soldiers at attention, and they're all gazing at the naked capitalist with wide, trembling eyes. The rest of the auditorium is empty except for the hot dog salesman running up and down the aisles. The salesman is waving his hands over his head and appropriately repeat-screaming, “Hot dogs for sale!” In between his screams is the monster of silence and anxiety.
7
The sad, dejected look of an actor on a penis-enlargement commercial prior to purchasing and employing the product he is plugging.
8
Pornstars who descend from the heavens, exert powerful deus ex machinas and put everything in order. Politicians who immediately rise out of the gutters, revert everything back to shit and taxes.
9
A mansion in which every room is a foyer. Everybody who walks through it, from room to room, is forced to act as if they are entering the mansion for the first time.
10
Dr. Futurity has zippers all over his body. Each zipper zips open of its own volition, exposing an inexplicable obsenity, then zips closed. Dr. Futurity is standing in the middle of futurity. His goal in life is to erase futurity from his memory.