ChatGPT kann auch Drehbücher schreiben, bricht aber nach einer bestimmten Textlänge ab.
Hier mal mein Versuch mit dem folgenden Prompt: "write a screenplay consisting of two male characters who are caught in an elevator for two hours and find out that they cheated on each other's wife."
Das macht ChatGPT daraus:
INT. OFFICE BUILDING - ELEVATOR
The elevator doors slide shut, trapping MIKE and BOB inside. They exchange uncomfortable glances, shifting on their feet as the elevator begins its ascent.
MIKE:
So, uh, how's work been?
BOB:
Oh, you know. Same old, same old.
MIKE:
Right, right.
The elevator stops suddenly, jolting the two men. The lights flicker and the emergency alarm sounds.
BOB:
What the hell is going on?
MIKE:
I think we're stuck.
BOB:
Stuck? Are you kidding me?
MIKE:
I don't see anyone else in here. Do you have your phone on you?
BOB:
Yeah, let me try calling for help. (he dials)
MIKE:
(looking around nervously) This is not good.
BOB:
(into phone) Hello, yes, we're stuck in the elevator in the office building on 5th and Main. Can you send someone to help us?
There is a pause as BOB listens to the response on the other end of the line.
BOB:
(to MIKE) They said it could be a couple of hours before they can get someone here to fix it.
MIKE:
(exasperated) A couple of hours? Are you kidding me?
BOB:
I wish I was.
The two men stand in awkward silence for a moment before MIKE speaks up.
MIKE:
So, uh, how's your wife?
BOB:
(evasive) She's good, thanks for asking. How's yours?
MIKE:
(hesitates) She's good, too.
Another uncomfortable silence settles over the elevator.
BOB:
(clears his throat) Listen, Mike. I don't know how to say this, but I think we have a problem.
MIKE:
(confused) What do you mean?
BOB:
I found out that you... well... that you slept with my wife.
MIKE:
(stunned) What? No, that's not true.
BOB:
Don't lie to me, Mike. I have proof.
MIKE:
(defensive) That's not what happened. Your wife came on to me, I swear.
BOB:
(angry) How dare you try to shift the blame onto her? You're the one who cheated, Mike.
MIKE:
(frustrated) I'm sorry, okay? It was a mistake.
BOB:
(fuming) A mistake? You slept with my wife and you call it a mistake?
The tension in the elevator is palpable as the two men face off.
MIKE:
(sheepish) I never meant to hurt you, Bob. I never meant to hurt either of you.
BOB:
(hurt) How could you do this to me, to us? We were friends, Mike.
MIKE:
(apologetic) I know, and I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.
BOB:
(miserable) I can't believe this is happening. How