My movie unmade or its memoir unfinished

For the first time in my life, I got a glimpse in the eye of my mind, of the movie I always wanted to make. The vision was clear as daylight of a cloudy day. The background was bluish with a tinge of gray. The inspiration was so sudden and compelling, I am afraid it would also melt swiftly and die in a quicksand of whim. It's better to leave some trace of letters in its memory, so I thought.

The movie would be based on One Hundred Years Of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Why so? Why a popular novel? We will, in our haste, leave these questions on the road side and move ahead.

It can start with a blank screen. Or a completely white screen. After a determined pause of 5 sec, a voice will take over the audience like a guide or hell-guard.