Great Scene: “Citizen Kane”

Great Scene: “Citizen Kane”

Enticing the reader into the story — it’s one of the most critical goals when writing the first few pages of a script. The opening of Citizen Kane achieves that goal by using mystery. Each shot takes us deeper and deeper into the deep, dark shadows of Xanadu, raising one question after another — whose place is this, what the hell happened here — leading eventually to… well, read the set of scenes and find out.

FADE IN:
EXT. XANADU — FAINT DAWN — 1940 (MINIATURE)
Window, very small in the distance, illuminated.
All around this is an almost totally black screen. Now, as 
 the camera moves slowly towards the window which is almost a 
 postage stamp in the frame, other forms appear; barbed wire, 
 cyclone fencing, and now, looming up against an early morning 
 sky, enormous iron grille work. Camera travels up what is now 
 shown to be a gateway of gigantic proportions and holds on the 
 top of it — a huge initial “K” showing darker and darker against 
 the dawn sky. Through this and beyond we see the fairy-tale 
 mountaintop of Xanadu, the great castle a sillhouette as its 
 summit, the little window a distant accent in the darkness.
DISSOLVE:
A SERIES OF SET -UPS, EACH CLOSER TO THE GREAT WINDOW, ALL 
 TELLING SOMETHING OF:
The literally incredible domain of CHARLES FOSTER KANE.
Its right flank resting for nearly forty miles on the Gulf 
 Coast, it truly extends in all directions farther than the eye 
 can see. Designed by nature to be almost completely bare and 
 flat — it was, as will develop, practically all marshland when 
 Kane acquired and changed its face — it is now pleasantly 
 uneven, with its fair share of rolling hills and one very good-
 sized mountain, all man-made. Almost all the land is improved, 
 either through cultivation for farming purposes of through 
 careful landscaping, in the shape of parks and lakes. The 
 castle dominates itself, an enormous pile, compounded of several 
 genuine castles, of European origin, of varying architecture — 
 dominates the scene, from the very peak of the mountain.
DISSOLVE:
GOLF LINKS (MINIATURE)
Past which we move. The greens are straggly and overgrown, 
 the fairways wild with tropical weeds, the links unused and 
 not seriously tended for a long time.
DISSOLVE OUT:
DISSOLVE IN:
WHAT WAS ONCE A GOOD-SIZED ZOO (MINIATURE)
Of the Hagenbeck type. All that now remains, with one 
 exception, are the individual plots, surrounded by moats, on 
 which the animals are kept, free and yet safe from each other 
 and the landscape at large. (Signs on several of the plots 
 indicate that here there were once tigers, lions, girrafes.)
DISSOLVE:
THE MONKEY TERRACE (MINIATURE)
In the foreground, a great obscene ape is outlined against the 
 dawn murk. He is scratching himself slowly, thoughtfully, 
 looking out across the estates of Charles Foster Kane, to the 
 distant light glowing in the castle on the hill.
DISSOLVE:
THE ALLIGATOR PIT (MINIATURE)
The idiot pile of sleepy dragons. Reflected in the muddy water — 
 the lighted window.
THE LAGOON (MINIATURE)
The boat landing sags. An old newspaper floats on the surface 
 of the water — a copy of the New York Enquirer.” As it moves 
 across the frame, it discloses again the reflection of the 
 window in the castle, closer than before.
THE GREAT SWIMMING POOL (MINIATURE)
It is empty. A newspaper blows across the cracked floor of 
 the tank.
DISSOLVE:
THE COTTAGES (MINIATURE)
In the shadows, literally the shadows, of the castle. As we 
 move by, we see that their doors and windows are boarded up 
 and locked, with heavy bars as further protection and sealing.
DISSOLVE OUT:
DISSOLVE IN:
A DRAWBRIDGE (MINIATURE)
Over a wide moat, now stagnant and choked with weeds. We move 
 across it and through a huge solid gateway into a formal garden, 
 perhaps thirty yards wide and one hundred yards deep, which 
 extends right up to the very wall of the castle. The 
 landscaping surrounding it has been sloppy and causal for a 
 long time, but this particular garden has been kept up in 
 perfect shape. As the camera makes its way through it, towards 
 the lighted window of the castle, there are revealed rare and 
 exotic blooms of all kinds. The dominating note is one of 
 almost exaggerated tropical lushness, hanging limp and 
 despairing. Moss, moss, moss. Ankor Wat, the night the last 
 King died.
DISSOLVE:
THE WINDOW (MINIATURE)
Camera moves in until the frame of the window fills the frame 
 of the screen. Suddenly, the light within goes out. This 
 stops the action of the camera and cuts the music which has 
 been accompanying the sequence. In the glass panes of the 
 window, we see reflected the ripe, dreary landscape of Mr. 
 Kane’s estate behind and the dawn sky.
DISSOLVE:
INT. KANE’S BEDROOM — FAINT DAWN -
A very long shot of Kane’s enormous bed, silhouetted against 
 the enormous window.
DISSOLVE:
INT. KANE’S BEDROOM — FAINT DAWN — SNOW SCENE.
An incredible one. Big, impossible flakes of snow, a too 
 picturesque farmhouse and a snow man. The jingling of sleigh 
 bells in the musical score now makes an ironic reference to 
 Indian Temple bells — the music freezes -
KANE’S OLD OLD VOICE
 Rosebud…
The camera pulls back, showing the whole scene to be contained 
 in one of those glass balls which are sold in novelty stores 
 all over the world. A hand — Kane’s hand, which has been 
 holding the ball, relaxes. The ball falls out of his hand and 
 bounds down two carpeted steps leading to the bed, the camera 
 following. The ball falls off the last step onto the marble 
 floor where it breaks, the fragments glittering in the first 
 rays of the morning sun. This ray cuts an angular pattern 
 across the floor, suddenly crossed with a thousand bars of 
 light as the blinds are pulled across the window.
The foot of Kane’s bed. The camera very close. Outlined 
 against the shuttered window, we can see a form — the form of 
 a nurse, as she pulls the sheet up over his head. The camera 
 follows this action up the length of the bed and arrives at 
 the face after the sheet has covered it.
FADE OUT:

Of course, Orson Welles is on record as saying that Rosebud was a “rather tawdry device,” but I beg to differ. Tracking the beginning of the script, one eerie shot after the other, ending with that single word of dialogue — “Rosebud” — and its speaker’s death, sucks the viewer into the story’s mystery.

Here’s the opening — the first three minutes and ten seconds of the video.

[Originally posted October 24, 2008]