The Pink Room

As Girdie, a 40 year old woman, processes the impending loss of a loved one, she’s visited by friends past, present and future to help guide her through this huge transition. Ultimately she comes to terms with who she is, and what it all means, to her. An ethereal look at life and death.

  • Christina Birdsall
    Writer
  • Project Type:
    Short Script
  • Number of Pages:
    10
  • Country of Origin:
    United States
  • Language:
    English
  • First-time Screenwriter:
    No
  • Student Project:
    No
Writer Biography - Christina Birdsall

"Perfect lead performance, a tour de force. She's award-worthy for sure." – said a programmer from Oxford Film Festival (aforementioned film festival did NOT accept said film). I'm a 40-year-old filmmaker, comedian, actress, writer and mother to an opinionated toddler. In 2020 I wrote and starred in the short film, Lucy, which premiered at Filmfort. I feel it should be noted that I was either very pregnant or surviving postpartum throughout that entire process (script through post). I just finished my directorial debut, a short called, “Annie and the Scar” and am currently writing a TV series based on the story.

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Writer Statement

I didn’t start out trying to write about death. It wasn’t in the plan. It’s like it had to come out. Like it’d been living inside of me. Just waiting to be purged.

Death has always been a “thing” in my life. I’ve feared death or contemplated it long before a soul I knew actually died.

The rapid fire explanation: My sister was very ill growing up and I lived with the fear of her death. Two close people died suddenly in college. I supported another friend through 10 years of watching her mother die. My uncle died of an overdose a few years ago. My mother has also been obsessed with death from a young age (her dad suddenly and violently died when she was 3).

I guess you could say, I come by it honestly.

I have to make this short film because it lives inside of me. I know every living being on this earth has a relationship to death. But this story is personal to me. And truly no one else could tell it like I could. It came straight out of my soul. It’s my weird brain, ok? And I channeled some weird, beautiful, cool shit.