Four stereotypes go on a road trip to find a secret society that could grant them immortality, with the catch that "four men enter, two men leave." Each chapter is from the POV of one of the stereotypes. I keep waiting for the Timothy chapter that simply reads, "My mother is a fish." Sadly, it never came.
Chapter 16: Eli
[...] The air is crisp and cold. The sky is improbably blue and clear. This is apocalyptic countryChapter 18: Eli
They were right to choose this cruel and shriveled terrain as the site of the skullhouse. [...] A desert is ideal. Here the air is painfully blue, the soil is a thin burnt crust over rocky shield, the plants and trees are twisted, thorny, bizarre.Dare he say that the country is apocalyptic again? As if "{insert-adverb} blue" weren't cliché enough, he has to do it twice in successive chapters from Eli's POV. Please, could we all just not describe the sky if it's simply adverbially blue, no matter how well it embodies that kind of blue?
There are some good thoughts in here, and if you managed to write a script that brought it out of the 70's (which, in addition to dealing with all the sexism, would require some serious rethinking of Oliver, at the very least), it could make a good movie.
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