Speculative Vision
A straight-laced businessman checks into a hotel and stumbles into a world usually locked behind closed doors.
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This is just another routine business trip for Max Goodridge, with one exception. Something's wrong with his vision. The whole world is an obscure blur. New York City traffic blears into dancing orbs of light. Hotel staff members are reduced to puffy blotches of color. And navigating a hotel he’s never been to before becomes a huge challenge.
He checks in and asks if a package has arrived for him. The clerk tells him, "Not yet." The bellboy show him to his room, but a mix up in the elevator has him following the wrong guy. He ends up in a suite where, from Max’s blurred perspective, it looks like a woman is making out with another man while her husband watches. Max is thrust center stage and into the arms of the wife.
He escapes and flees down the hall with the husband in pursuit. Ding! The elevator lets him in. But now it's full of leather-and-chain-bound bikers boys. At the last second, the husband squeezes through the doors, pleading with Max to come back to him. Max is adamant, “You have the wrong guy!” Sensing they’ve seen this scenario before, the biker boys intervene, hoping to help these two love birds patch things up.
At the first opportunity, Max bursts out of the elevator and runs into a woman exiting her room. Before he has the chance to ask for help, he sees that she’s not empty handed. It appear that she, with her lover wrapped tightly around her waist, have decided to make their carnal relations quite public. Max has seen all he can take. He fumbles down the stairs, tripping and thudding onto the lobby floor, face-to-face with a love-sick pug. With a slop of the tongue, the pooch Frenches him.
Max is on his feet and at the reservation desk, intent on checking out and escaping this den of debauchery. But before he can say anything, the desk clerk hands him that package he had been waiting for. He opens it to find his prescription glasses.
He puts the glasses on and gazes across the lobby. Finally he can see things clearly. He spots the voyeuristic husband and overhears him talking about a casting call he was holding in one of the suites. Max realizes he was mistaken for one of the auditioning actors. He then spots the biker boys gathered at the bar with a large group of Pride Parade goers. They must have attended the parade earlier that day. Max then sees the hallway lovers exiting the lobby elevator. On clearer observation, she is an artist struggling to carry her paper mache sculpture of a seated man. His eyes finally land on the affectionate pug standing beside a pet-friendly policy sign.
The bellhop shows up, "Mr. Goodridge, there you are! Do you need help finding your room?" Max smiles, embarrassed by his mistake. "No-no, I think I got it this time." He heads off to the elevator with his vision and the Ace’s reputation safely restored.
He checks in and asks if a package has arrived for him. The clerk tells him, "Not yet." The bellboy show him to his room, but a mix up in the elevator has him following the wrong guy. He ends up in a suite where, from Max’s blurred perspective, it looks like a woman is making out with another man while her husband watches. Max is thrust center stage and into the arms of the wife.
He escapes and flees down the hall with the husband in pursuit. Ding! The elevator lets him in. But now it's full of leather-and-chain-bound bikers boys. At the last second, the husband squeezes through the doors, pleading with Max to come back to him. Max is adamant, “You have the wrong guy!” Sensing they’ve seen this scenario before, the biker boys intervene, hoping to help these two love birds patch things up.
At the first opportunity, Max bursts out of the elevator and runs into a woman exiting her room. Before he has the chance to ask for help, he sees that she’s not empty handed. It appear that she, with her lover wrapped tightly around her waist, have decided to make their carnal relations quite public. Max has seen all he can take. He fumbles down the stairs, tripping and thudding onto the lobby floor, face-to-face with a love-sick pug. With a slop of the tongue, the pooch Frenches him.
Max is on his feet and at the reservation desk, intent on checking out and escaping this den of debauchery. But before he can say anything, the desk clerk hands him that package he had been waiting for. He opens it to find his prescription glasses.
He puts the glasses on and gazes across the lobby. Finally he can see things clearly. He spots the voyeuristic husband and overhears him talking about a casting call he was holding in one of the suites. Max realizes he was mistaken for one of the auditioning actors. He then spots the biker boys gathered at the bar with a large group of Pride Parade goers. They must have attended the parade earlier that day. Max then sees the hallway lovers exiting the lobby elevator. On clearer observation, she is an artist struggling to carry her paper mache sculpture of a seated man. His eyes finally land on the affectionate pug standing beside a pet-friendly policy sign.
The bellhop shows up, "Mr. Goodridge, there you are! Do you need help finding your room?" Max smiles, embarrassed by his mistake. "No-no, I think I got it this time." He heads off to the elevator with his vision and the Ace’s reputation safely restored.
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