『壹』 写了个科幻电影剧本，一时间不知道往哪投稿了，请给几个有竞争力的剧本投稿网站，或者电影公司网站。
http://www.veryabc.cn/movie/new/article/script/list_12_9.html
这网站可以投，其他的我就不知道了
『贰』 科幻电影的故事怎么投稿好莱坞
建议你好好找找联系方式。别搭理下面那些 只会喷不作为的白痴们。自己什么都不是 别人的文章没看 就先否决别人。国内这种人太多。自己努力 自己欣赏自己的作品 也是一种享受。不过别半途而废就行。哈利波特的作者 不也是一个妇女在快餐店写出来的吗？
『叁』 哪里可以找到电影剧本
1. 子曰电影网- 电影剧本下载
在这里, 您随时可以得到最新的影视资讯, 我们以北美地区的影片为主, 提供相关的剧照,
剧本, 海报, 片段下载, 屏保, ...
http://www.ziyue.com/downloads/scripts.php?type=scripts
2. 英文电影剧本- Tigtag.com
英文电影剧本. 由英文剧本天地http://scripts.163.net收集，特此鸣谢！ 使用ctrl+F
搜寻你所需要的电影剧本。点击连接下载zip文件。 A:. 纯真年代the Age of Innocence ·
爱情、背叛和谋杀(神迹奇案) Agnes of God · 阿拉丁Aladdin · 异形Alien ...
http://www.tigtag.com/community/language/1783_3_2.html
3. 影视在线--剧本文库
电视剧本. 《郁林廉石魂》 · 《商战新36计》. 电影剧本. 《九·一三事件》. 《天子山》.
可改编小说. 《墓中王国》 ... 本中心受多家影视机构委托，日前急需征集以下剧本：
都市言情剧、商战剧（如：股市、证券题材）、古装剧、科幻剧另：我栏目长年诚征 ...
www.chinesezj.com/yingshizaixian/dyjb.htm
『肆』 电影剧本怎么投稿
如果你想摘国外拍的话 首先要找代理人 当然你的剧本要是英文的~ 还要在相关网站弄下你的版权~ 剩下的就让代理人帮你去做 这是国外的路子~ 代理人电话你去美国作家协会 那网站会告诉你的！ 中国怎么出售我不知道~
『伍』 各位达人救命啊——关于电影剧本投稿
北京电影制片厂有三个邮箱地址，好像是给艺人的，不知道可不可以投稿：[email protected] / [email protected] / [email protected]
除此之外现在还有一个 安乐电影剧本征集 ：
投稿地址：
电邮：[email protected]
投稿须知：
投稿须附上一份个人简历，写明作者的真实姓名、年龄、学习经历、工作经历、详细通讯地址、联系电话，身份证号码等。
版权要求：
1.参赛作品必须为未转让版权的电影剧本，应征作者须拥有无可争议的著作权。
2.如属改编作品，必须具有并提交该作品著作权所有者授权改编为电影文学剧本的有效文字材料。
3.参赛作品凡被认定属于抄袭、剽窃的，将取消参评资格。已经入选的作品和个人，评委会将按法律程序取消其入选资格。
特别声明：所有入围作品在获得主办单位的奖金后，该作品的一切电影相关版权则属于主办单位香港安乐电影公司全权拥有
『陆』 求科幻题材的英语剧本
银河系漫游指南
The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.
Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.
This planet has — or rather had — a problem, which was this: most of the people on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.
And so the problem remained; lots of the people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.
Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left the oceans.
And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, one girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.
Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terribly stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever.
This is not her story.
But it is the story of that terrible stupid catastrophe and some of its consequences.
It is also the story of a book, a book called The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy — not an Earth book, never published on Earth, and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or heard of by any Earthman.
Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book.
in fact it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor — of which no Earthman had ever heard either.
Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one — more popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway?
In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitch Hiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects.
First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words Don't Panic inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover.
But the story of this terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its extraordinary consequences, and the story of how these consequences are inextricably intertwined with this remarkable book begins very simply.
It begins with a house.
Chapter 1
The house stood on a slight rise just on the edge of the village. It stood on its own and looked over a broad spread of West Country farmland. Not a remarkable house by any means — it was about thirty years old, squattish, squarish, made of brick, and had four windows set in the front of a size and proportion which more or less exactly failed to please the eye.
The only person for whom the house was in any way special was Arthur Dent, and that was only because it happened to be the one he lived in. He had lived in it for about three years, ever since he had moved out of London because it made him nervous and irritable. He was about thirty as well, dark haired and never quite at ease with himself. The thing that used to worry him most was the fact that people always used to ask him what he was looking so worried about. He worked in local radio which he always used to tell his friends was a lot more interesting than they probably thought. It was, too — most of his friends worked in advertising.
It hadn't properly registered with Arthur that the council wanted to knock down his house and build an bypass instead.
At eight o'clock on Thursday morning Arthur didn't feel very good. He woke up blearily, got up, wandered blearily round his room, opened a window, saw a bulldozer, found his slippers, and stomped off to the bathroom to wash.
Toothpaste on the brush — so. Scrub.
Shaving mirror — pointing at the ceiling. He adjusted it. For a moment it reflected a second bulldozer through the bathroom window. Properly adjusted, it reflected Arthur Dent's bristles. He shaved them off, washed, dried, and stomped off to the kitchen to find something pleasant to put in his mouth.
Kettle, plug, fridge, milk, coffee. Yawn.
The word bulldozer wandered through his mind for a moment in search of something to connect with.
The bulldozer outside the kitchen window was quite a big one.
He stared at it.
"Yellow," he thought and stomped off back to his bedroom to get dressed.
『柒』 本人在写一部科幻剧的剧本，会写到一个外星球的名字，请大家帮我想一想。或者科幻电影里面的外星球名字也
你好！
嗜血星球
恐怖星球（这电影出过）血星吸血鬼之地吸血魔星暮光之星（这最好还是万不得已是使用）死亡星球
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