Suddenly, you spot one small painting left on a distant wall. You gasp. You run over, adjust your monocle, and tilt your head. You squint. The "painting" is just a single, perfect green dot on a white canvas. You nod wisely, then mime "air-quoting" and mouth the words: "Post-modern minimalism."
You (the actor) walk slowly through a dusty, ruined art gallery. You wear an imaginary monocle and hold an invisible notebook. You look around at blank, empty walls. You sigh dramatically. You write "Nothing of value survived" in your notebook. difficult movies for dumb charades
You lean in to sniff the "painting." The chameleon's long, invisible tongue shoots out and sticks to your nose. You freeze. Your eyes go wide. You try to pull back, but you're stuck. You wave your arms in panic. You mime being lifted slightly off the ground. Suddenly, you spot one small painting left on a distant wall
Logline (for the actor to know): In a post-apocalyptic museum, a pretentious art critic realizes the only surviving "painting" is actually a live, camouflaged chameleon. You squint