It occurred to me while watching very bad movie: good dialog has a natural flow to it. Bad writing just uses dialog to further your plot points (very naughty to try and play God!). So I decided to take advantage of being on the streets downtown today to eavesdrop on some conversations to see what a natural one actually sounds like.
What I learned was most conversations are trivial, mundane and dull as dirt. Though it’s interesting to realize a lot of what holds us together socially may simply be the connection of having conversations, not necessarily the content.
Don’t know if that observation is particularily useful for me from a literary point of view, but this little gem might be:
Chick asks guy: “What’s your all-time favourite movie ever?”
“Hmm, tough question, what’s yours?”
“Gee, I don’t know…. I don’t even know why I asked that question.”
If ever 3 lines could capture the story of a first date gone wrong, there it is. Though what do I know? They wandered out of earshot after that. For all I know the next line could have been:
“So, do you just want to make out then?”